This is a conversation, (May of 2022) I had with my dear friend Sannia! She shares her story about growing up in the church and how her ‘Angles and Angels’ contrast to mine. Listening back, I noticed, I did a lot ranting over the topic :p but Sannia adds a delightful perspective which puts in context our rightful place in examining where we are. May you receive something good out of this!
Category Archives: VIDEOS – Read, Watch, & Hear Simultaneously
Interview Out Now!
The first part of my interview with Keti, is available now for your listening / watching pleasure! it was so wonderful to be able to have this conversation and share some of my foundation behind my recent book ‘Wait / Weigh The Minute! TyPo oR fAiTh? Keti is an amazing philosopher and artist whose skills and talents speak for themselves! Check her channel out and subscribe for future endeavors !
Blessings ! ❤
Wait (Weigh) The Minute! TyPo Or FaiTh? (Fate)
Wait (Weigh) The Minute! TyPo Or FaiTh (Fate)? IS OUT NOW FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE!
This Audio book is the first of which i’ve ever done and the LONGEST project I created , running in at 2 hours and 12 minutes and 40 seconds! it makes sense it would be about the length of a feature film! this is also a project i’ve been working on for the last 5 years. My first book (Paradise Clarity) is a poetry opus of 460 pages conceptualizing the framework behind my writing since 2013.
Whereas, this book is a recorded notion of my past, present, and future. It speaks to the awareness that comes with being balanced about the things that happen to us on in our journey through life.
This book has 3 narrations : First of which is narrated by Balaam’s Don_Key found the scripture in Numbers Chapter 22 wherein Balaam is stopped in his tracks after his donkey ‘BRINGS HIM TO HIS ATTENTION ON WHERE HE IS GOING. ESSENTIALLY, HIS DONKEY MADE A TYPO* OF HIS USUAL FATE. Secondly, it loosely follows the life of Tomson who grew up in a Pentecostal Holiness Church of God in Christ. Much of which is my personal story (alongside with many who’ve had similar experience with the church.) Lastly, this is an audio search, which attempts to explain the reactions of such dispositions of both the Angle and Angel!
May you enjoy and listen in your own time!
TABLE CONTENTS (LIST OF CHAPTERS) : 00:29-01:24
INTRODUCTIONS: ANGLES, ANGELS, & THE DON_KEY -: 01:25-04:19
ASLEEP // ALARM: 4:20 – 8:25
(CHAPTER 1: OVER HERE? AIN’T OVER THERE!) : 8:26-18:01
(CHAPTER 2: DIFFERENT LENS, DIFFERENT PENS) : 18:03-24:20
(CHAPTER 3: WORLDS WITHIN THE WORLD) : 24:21-38:03
(CHAPTER 4: TELL HIM YES!) : 38:04-50:35
(CHAPTER 5: TRANSITION OF TRADITION): 50:37-1:09:35
(CHAPTER 6: CONGREGATIONAL SONG? ALL
TOGETHER NOW!) : 1:09:37-1:16:08
(CHAPTER 7: TITHES AND OBLIGATIONS) : 1:16:09-1:26:18
(CHAPTER 8: THE BIBLE BELT) : 1:26:20-1:33:30
(CHAPTER 9: TRIPPING ON YOUR TRIP?!) 1:33:31-1:42:58
(CHAPTER 10: ISG_DON_KEYKONG?) 1:43:44-2:06:25
(Acknowledgements & Gratitude) 2:06:26-2:07:40
(INNERVIEW: Writer // Released) 2:07:41-2:12:25
The Loneliest Bench In The City
i sat down on one of the loneliest benches in the city amidst the piss, perfume, and upscale degradation _ it is with no hesitation to witness : that, this is a city filled with pretty & superfluous dreams.
all of which are split at the seams because the luxury of such life : bears insufferable strife.
on every corner, folks gather and scatter to enter the markets, to meander and shop!
hoping that their cards and credit won’t flop!
the currency and change makes one deranged through the arrangements of who potentially may be able to try it.
or who is willingly able to buy it?
if the advertising scheme is to beam any light, it’ll glow constantly through the morning, evening and late @ night.
glistening programs intending to influence your thoughts and the framing around them.
the measure is neither bountiful or slim.
as it concerns who gets to feel the impact of this glitter…despite the pockets of litter found in between streets or the desperate cries for consumption via uber eats.
the packaging is more real than the supposed material gain.
the profits remain, only among those that exploit the collective masses.
to this bench, i testified of a memory belonging amongst the lowest of classes.
when having no shelter, clean apparel, or access to a prescription to refill my glasses…
i struggled to see : how social systems could justify this neglect while claiming freedom simultaneously?
abruptly: the loneliest bench in the city – spoke back to me (with these words) : “as cement is drilled into a hole, and wooden wedges are placed inside to fill the vacant sole – so shall the ruling class walk on by, sitting on top of skyscrapers – built up high, like pigeons: it is there that they spy : to maintain their hegemonic & cawing lullaby.
Serenade or Fade?
communication should be easy but for a lot folks they’re wheezy to breezy ‘non-specifics.’ it becomes abstract to the point of distraction. all your numbers swallowed in subtraction. bleeding into a performance ‘extraction’. all of this, to say : you’re expected to do the work for other folks.
if you’ve ever been the one in the class who finished your work first, & expected spying eyes looking at your paper for the ‘answers’, you know very well just what party and what dancers make that scene. with a sly and glean jest, folks be making all the mess.
we should study and hold ourselves accountable as to not be caught slipping, like Jimmy! (YOO & shoutout to Slipping Jimmy, from ‘Better Call Saul‘ – a show I did not expect to connect with as much as eye have recently!)
One of the most enjoyable aspects of the show for me is the display of contradictions. ::: Lawyers // Grifters. DA Streets // Institutions. Ethical Justice By The State // Living On The Ends To Advance To The Top. ::: There’s a lot that can be said about all sorts of life’s thrills and ills. It’s natural to acknowledge the contradictions in all of life. Positives and negatives.
everything is connected // that is to say : related to each other. historically & materially – various lines intersect. conscious & subconscious beings do not exist within a vacuum. time itself is a continuation in and of itself. which is to say : what’s happened, is about to happen , and is already happening. it didn’t stop. nor did it pause, it extended. like a song recommended by additional bells and whistle’s. it’s steadily going because it’s relational.
It’s true, the jokes write themselves, like sinister elves seeking fairy shelves encoded with dust. one could perceive the reaction to lust, as a pie without crust ???
what is a conspiracy if not mass delusion by distracting the masses of the people on learning how systems operate and how everything is connected? whether you’re talking about aliens or lizard people – if that doesn’t involve material conditions which are controlled by forces such as (exploitation, violence by the state, status quo compliance by controlling women and marginalized genders and the like) if your conspiracy is too abstract to understand, it should be discarded or rather shaved to the point of making sense and getting through to the listener. if your ‘conspiracy’ can’t be explained in 10 seconds or less, than maybe it’s best – to say less? or at least study what can be proven by history / her story/ their-story / this being the most profound glory ! one has to wonder? if thoughts leading to silence will speak like thunder! if the wind ascends or if the sound is bound?
the guess of who knows? replied : i found out, what you about _ and it’s clinging to the clout. why chase, if all you’ll do is erase and out pace your need for examining grace. take space….lest your mistake the window for your face !
To This the proclamation was interrogated: Shall I Serenade or Fade?
whether you spend or trade
it’s counting to something
like a ‘thing’ that would sing
when the phone would ring…
IlluminatI BOOM bOmB bee
This poem is a four message poem, listen with the intent to get through. you may need to listen /read it slowly. you may need to listen to it 3 times. it’s poetry but it does make sense if your rhyme is aligned, blessings!
shining brightly, electrifying me to the frame of your name.
bursting from the seams : with explosive ultralight beams, you buzz me intoxicatingly, into your illuminations.
charcoal stained stations overflow the crevices of my every location.
passcodes bypassed.
firewalls lambast.
space and time.
place and mind.
who knows what can be, framed as Illuminati?
this is for the superstars forgotten near and afar : performing with microphones dripped in ice – costumes sparkling nice, right before the cocktail’s crow thrice.
now already invalidated, the trash bags have been consolidated.
saving up the space for more waste!
helping them to share the light in front of the sleeping face.
by lifting their weight and carrying their excess stone.
when dreams seek for a familiar place to roam.
as the bee parades the succulent nectar, so should we become the adjacent collector.
storing what is gained, from the flower and the tree & then releasing it via truth to power {dialectically}.
right as you heard the BOOM – i aligned my chakras in tune with the new moon.
hoping to be at the right place, just in time for lines to trace, me right back to the bass, that’s been plucked.
a funk note so obtuse, it commanded your body on the 2 & 4 to get loose!
there you went; wishing to be seen glistening like the sheer blue sky, clouds accenting the pallets, gloriously from on high.
like water for chocolate but instead chocolate for oat milk.
may your stream be smooth like silk.
it is both from : the emergence of the wise and the not knowing; that the ever glowing, pages will assert themselves done, just as the sun rises with no refusal of anyone.
ticking by a designated appointment time. each second steadily & frantically reducing : energy’s most reusable prime.
engaging negative and positive forces have now lit up the walls.
while, coloring the ghetto stalls.
like a historic landscape scribbled with graffiti in a gentrified neighborhood, or the house-less person whose intentions are immediately not seen as good.
We are advised by the penciled post it note, flowing from the river with political education as our boat : chewing profusely so that indigenous land back knowledge is smoothly passed down our throat.
this can appear as a pacifying tragedy of events, if the role in playwright, would pay in dollars but not in sense!
interrupted by auditory shatters while the glass falls, it matters as it scatters like an unexpected capitalist exploitive bill torn to tatters.
if you’re asking about the chatter, take another squeeze cuz’ it’s sho nuff a lil’ fatter!
when preparation met opportunity – the bee fluently : found it all to be amazing…
AH : MAZE.
a daze of circular buzzing thought.
ranging from what you ought
and what they sought,
in the search of becoming more clear:
the staging of such ‘arrivals’ means planning.
organizing.
scheduling.
ahead of time.
ha, a head of time!
one has to imagine, what this head is thinking and if it intends to be drinking?
as the springs of capture can lead to the effervescent rapture.
in the blink of an eye, all that was soon to be had became land, air, and sea.
miseries and reveries all around me, up until buzzed in the ear which answered the call to not fear.
ILLUMINATI BOOM BOMB BEE awakening me to remain clever, to stay forward : backwards never! throughout any endeavor!
= BEE BOMB BOOM ILLUMINATI – who knew that the 🐝 could 💣 causing a 💥 , allowing the space for explosive💡illumination?
EMBEDDED INDIGO
in bed, within the inn – i then go,
soft peddles of a perfumed floral ring
‘a rose’ in me : the call of a bee sting.
entwined in clusters of blue and carpenter’s wood
remains flames of extravagance, shouldering between transgression and what’s expected to be good
at the cocktail’s hour, happy itself – extends into the pour of a whisky sour!
within this writing – i’m inciting : levels of tiny pebbles !
stuck inside the shoe, solving this dilemma is merely paying attention to the clue!
the case of this face is myriad but fallen short of obscene …
when the sense became non – i become a breathless yawn.
quivering into the distant soft tissue, as my tears are signatures of issues.
ranging from emotional neglect and tortured trauma!
but confessions of repentance have been absolved through the teachings of the Dalai Lama! (((it should be noted : the dalai lama and 🧿 DO NOT IDEOLOGICALLY ALIGN, as They’ve worked with the 👀ℹ️🅰️, so….👎🏿 ! i only used their mention due to the rhyme provided on the spare dime in time.)))
i’m kept close by the face of an perplexing ace!
while going through this crisis of
energy – is not at all unexpected …
yet: it does appear suspected
as so much can be said…………..
instead
i’ll pause where my whispers swallow
the voice inside, is a guide to which i follow
the fiction of the white
just might: speak way too soon…..
months of turning pages to the crescent & whole moon
still
awaiting colors, glisten serene
and while the contradictions long to be seen….
dialectically & eclectically : to those that suggest otherwise,
by the sight of their reading eyes? lines indeed, align and surprise!
while : in bed, within the inn – i then know, embedded indigo!
I originally conceptualized the title “embedded indigo” after gathering all of my close friends at Benihana’s in Chanhassen Minnesota! I remember I worked at Mall of America at the time, and TrevorGuy called me around the time, I was leaving work. “Prince is having a music video dress rehearsal for Judith Hill with Eric Leeds, tonight at Paisley Park and you’re invited to bring in a couple of folks. Details forthcoming. Are you down?” “Absolutely, I’ll let my folks know!” I was absolutely ecstatic about going to Paisley Park and to add to that : A music video with two of my favorite musical artists!? I told the ‘True Blues’ (y’all know who you are!) AND we were all excited to be there!
For added context: I had only been to Minnesota 3 months at this point and things were already picking up, as only 2 days ago from this point I got 3 messages that a private party : was happening at Paisley Park and me and my friends had been invited to Paisley! If y’all want a run down of what happened you can watch that here! https://youtu.be/zSQWWAwRWgg
BACK TO BENIHANA’S! So we are all there awaiting what’s the scoop! everybody’s asking me, what’s about to happen!? Obviously I would know right? Well no. Prince never gave any information about what was about to happen, he just told you to prepare and that I did. It was at least 21 of us and none of us did not know what would happen. We were all sharing Prince stories and all guessing all what could go down. Clearly, we were all decked in our finest of clothes. I do remember having blue on at the time.
Suddenly : I get a call from TrevorGuy.
ALL eyes are suddenly on me as my ringer is on and I knew it was the call, we’d all be waiting for. I briskly brushed off into a quiet space, leaving them all in lingering anticipation.
I get back to the phone and hear :
“hey, sorry. Prince is not going to do it tonight. some things came up. sorry, will be in contact soon. peace.”
ALL I felt inside was blue. A deep blue. So deeply on me it felt like a deep url code. not just any kind of blue but a mood indigo like Duke Ellington spoke about. It wasn’t necessarily sadness though, just like someone dipped in a ocean of reflection. How was I going to tell everybody it wasn’t happening!? I remember thinking about dreading the walk of shame back to everyone awaiting what would be the next move.
Soon as i came back to the fold, my head shaking in every direction : everyone knew and we all laughed it off. in fact the rest of the night was spent with many other folks who had been to Paisley throughout the years when this was a common occurrence!
“Oh you mean, driving out in the middle of nowhere before there was ‘modern construction’ because you were told there was a paisley park party at -35 degrees and when he leaves you outside for like 3 hours and then decides at the last minute, nah.” Hahaha
Prince. His way about things were not linear. All throughout the night, I can’t say I was really feeling blue as in sad tho. I was very much energized throughout the laughter that ensued & with good eating though we were not a part of the experience. In many ways this is how I feel about Prince and the anniversaries of his ‘transcendence.’ Which is today. There is no real sadness only memories of joy when listening to the “flames of extravagance” that is Prince.
In many ways it all feels like a parallel vortex when this time comes around, a familiar whisper in the shadows. Whispering deeply, but a jovial memorial indigo.
STRUCTURED LAWN
are you in need of an algorithmic foundation?
one that is far away from frustration?
if by tending to your garden, weeds sprout
from the forgotten edges, to the root stained grout…
how will you be able to frame the name for an achievable aim?
(discipline and process) is in need of a [protected] structure to stay alive – to guard against the ticks on the dog, passing by – which were deprived from on high
as seeds were picked by the birds in the sky, they dropping mites, worms and fleas
& with a sudden breeze, for a moment: activity stops with a sneeze.
thus, recognition is in need of a lay down.
a written recollection providing memory and context to what can be found.
When the sense became NON (nonsense) : this propelled the LAWN to yield green pastures at dawn, otherwise reaction or revolution – will push the glass to fall…
the answer to that call : is one that writes lines while connecting grapes to vine.
time through rhyme *ELEMENTS OF MATERIAL : ARISE!* despite the size,
the measured bowl of calculating expense – makes you wash and rinse
as it’s all coming through: due to many silent hills (which may thrill)
BUT UPON INSPECTION OF THIS RIDDLED CIRCUMSTANCE?
HA!~ WHY NOT BE ABOUT THAT DANCE!
with the slick bounce of the beat, get caught dancing in the grocery store and then off to the street!
for when the groove makes its way to the belly way below: a deep BLUE beyond
makes the rain obtain favors that seek to know:
where’s the drip coming from?
whether the ceiling is cracked (with mold) or the floor is a bacteria cafeteria…(a slimy situation irrespective of how old)
the hysteria acts like bliss: if you’re so willing to kiss the hiss found when you dismiss!
sentiment aside: I rather abide _ in a motion that is fast and slow_ so that I can glow!
I’ve been chased by the darkness night
trying to fight by the guiding of a righteous light
it’s right by the signature of one’s might!
that is to say: according to their will!
by not laying still…
but moving onward and forward: carrying a candle with our dessert sandals! cuz’ it’s all too hot to handle!’
When the nonsense became clear: this excited the lawn to yield green pastures to revere…
by scheduling ahead we avoid conflict to appear, writing onto calendar script, alarming the appointment as to not be overbooked or whipped!
if you ain’t looking to be flipped 🖕🏾: structure your lawn to a dial, which honors your period beyond the trial. This will make the planting and growing cycle worth your while.
PARADISE CLARITY
Paradise Clarity (The Book)
PARADISE CLARITY is the conceptual statement in which poetry and symbolic ‘gestures’ comes through : to the reader by random and uniform means. It has been divided into 7 Volumes (Years) Starting from ‘Z’ (2020) To A (2013). THIS IS A 460 PAGE JOURNEY! (GOOD FOR ON COFFEE TABLE!) Most of these writings were available online via blog posts, videos, and other forms of multi-media but never given the full moment to be absorbed as a whole. Whether you choose to RaNdOmLy or uniformly flip through the pages : the search to get to transparent destination is open to whichever destination you find most useful! *PRICE INCLUDES WORLDWIDE SHIPPING. PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR SHIPPING ADDRESS OF WHERE YOU WOULD WANT THE BOOK SENT* if you have any questions or concerns : please send an email to paradiseclarity@gmail.com Blessings!
$40.00
P A R A D I S E? CLARITY ! (FORMULATED EXPLANATION)
CARE NOT TO ONLY READ BUT DIVE FURTHER FOR EXPLANATION? WATCH THIS INSTEAD :
what is ‘paradise’ if not for the s3arch for transparent understanding!
i’ve randomly been writing poems and symbolic gestures starting back to 2013 – in this collection of writings you’ll be able to s3arch through the many ramblings of my mind! i’ve spoken about everything from : SPIRITUALITY , food, and dREaMs & ThEir WaKiNG LiFe CoNtRaDiCtIoNs!
reading my own words have been a revelatory insight into the reason i began to seek higher understanding. it all began in early 2013 after leaving a relationship that had significantly transformed my ‘Process’ of what understanding looks like.
many o’ times, i thought i KNEW FOR SURE what i was going through. only to soon realize, my eyes missed the lies passed right in front of me. it took being told the same thing by close friends, family, and strangers for me to somehow think i was getting through…
UNTIL : I WAS LOOPED BACK INTO BACK INTO A THE WIRE! a GPS programmed to a circular circumference! here i was // saying – i got it, this time! i didn’t have the proper correlation or the education which comes with learning about love but also LIVING with someone whose narcissism is cloaked onto them, similarly to how a robe can cover a pulsating throb.
i didn’t see what was ahead of me because i didn’t realize : RaNdOmLy…the same begins with a name not belonging to a disposition of shame. IT TOOK 8 YEARS * & some change* for me to GET THROUGH!
i was searching for ‘X’ – the unknown but yet known ; cycles of stained decoration, left me in constant hesitation. refusing to move on, assuming i’d become the same pawn – set adjacent to the queen who would guess that ‘chess’ was better played if it ALL was made into a beautiful & toxic Mess!
PARADISE CLARITY has shown me out of the deepest enclaves – i can reach to understanding through the work without feeling the need to justify every correlation that led me to ‘Y’ = ‘X’ has occupied so much of my figuring out. throughout all the years and tears wherein i feared – ever knowing the peace of being alone. believing that ‘home’ – could be understood distant and way out overseas. now i see it all began with me…
^^^
except it’s not just ‘U’ but the ancestors who have always paved the path! one can easily do the math : they told you that it was a hard to do! that numbers and shapes couldn’t be understood by you! but that’s a damn lie – one can try. to reach a higher place ! where grace is already marinating in space!
THE S3arch is how one may get through! (uniformly or RaNdOmLy)
FINALLY releasing this has also allowed me to MOVE ON AND AWAY – from the pains and gains which left me bound to reason (& seasonal treason) against the truth that deeply remains.
herein my celebration, salvation is retained !
✨🌬🪜🔑🪟🪞🖤🪃🧩🚀⏳⌛️💡🧨🧹🧶🪡🧵
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Paradise Clarity
PARADISE CLARITY is the conceptual statement in which poetry and symbolic gestures comes through : to the reader by random and uniform means. It has been divided into 7 Volumes (Years) Starting from ‘Z’ (2020) To A (2013). THIS IS A 460 PAGE JOURNEY! Most of these writings were available online via blog posts, videos, and other forms of multi-media but never given the full moment to be absorbed as a whole. Whether you choose to RaNdOmLy or uniformly flip through the pages : the search to get to transparent destination is open to whichever destination you find most useful! *PRICE INCLUDES WORLDWIDE SHIPPING. PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR SHIPPING ADDRESS OF WHERE YOU WOULD WANT THE BOOK SENT* if you have any questions or concerns : please send an email to paradiseclarity@gmail.com Blessings!
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Paradise Clarity
PARADISE CLARITY is the conceptual statement in which poetry and symbolic gestures comes through : to the reader by random and uniform means. It has been divided into 7 Volumes (Years) Starting from ‘Z’ (2020) To A (2013). THIS IS A 460 PAGE JOURNEY! Most of these writings were available online via blog posts, videos, and other forms of multi-media but never given the full moment to be absorbed as a whole. Whether you choose to RaNdOmLy or uniformly flip through the pages : the search to get to transparent destination is open to whichever destination you find most useful! *PRICE INCLUDES WORLDWIDE SHIPPING. PLEASE INCLUDE YOUR SHIPPING ADDRESS OF WHERE YOU WOULD WANT THE BOOK SENT* if you have any questions or concerns : please send an email to paradiseclarity@gmail.com Blessings!
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❤ ❤ ❤ THIS IS A 460 PAGE JOURNEY : ALL ARE WELCOMED WHETHER UNIFORMED OR RANDOM!
✨✨✨ thank you everyone for your support throughout the years! I will also be embarking on a #Z2A virtual tour reviving back to life the reason why I wrote these poems and pieces! I look forward to connecting deeper with you ALL! Stay Tuned! I love y’all !
GESTURE BUTTON THERAPY . COM
the joke was played on the jEsTer ‘ who realized upon inspection : a GeStUrE was better uTiLiZeD via CoNnEcTiOn!
thus the transformation became fErTiLiZeD…
the GESTURE of button therapy is the s3arch towards🌟PARADISE CLARITY🌟 _ as buttons are then sewn with DEXTERITY, styles and shapes align with PROSPERITY!
HISTORICAL FACT*
it is a historical fact! that the story has been played like an act !
there’s indeed a synopsis and sequel …
but the characters and setting are not equal !
troubled is the fragrance that left me stained
reminded, tossed, inactive remains? spiked n’ chained !
i wish to train the cross left for me to bear
the markers are legislated : docile and unfair
it is a historical fact! that the lines are studied, written, & tracked!
there’s indeed a subject and plot …
but the producer failed at hiring the director’s slot !
whose forrest is being destroyed and whose lawn is in need of finely cut grass?
besides the mercenaries who only seek to exploit the working class?
BUT we’re kicking the glass so that it may fall
for this sound is a recall
that the shattering deposition of restricting forces may withstand even within an arid and calloused land/hand
it is a historical fact! that the story has been cracked!
there’s indeed hammers, screws, and drills ….
but the complex is yet incomplete, exempt from all the thrills!
we’re pumped y’all! !
cuz we’ve already been captured by a blood sucking thief
thus, certainly there’s no peace of mind or bodily relief
when in war – one can not simply refuse the score
only until the pedals and bullets are scattered on the floor
will the meaning of such sacrifice bum-rush the door
it is a historical fact! that the story has been stacked!
one coming in after the other, now the room is packed!
there’s indeed a selling point and central theme
one in which may create a distraction or a humorous meme ….
O D D L Y SPECIFIC
1. there’s what is obvious and then there’s what’s true – both of which rely, on a perceived notion: according, to many and thereby just an ocean!
2. + it’s very pacific – beaucoup water be overfilling the glass, kicking all the beaches and lakes ass! i’m talking about one that has a name but nothing short of terrific! could i make it even more oddly specific?!
3. once eye saw a pink rhinoceros reading a thesaurus! i asked : why not read the dictionary instead? “cuz decaying definitions are less savory than cinnamon synonyms + reading for too long is a double dread for my nose-horned head!
4. if you ant’ red? you dead! ya heard what i said?” if not, life will seem desperately more horrific – revelation and elevation, evolving more and more into something that’s oddly specific!
5. ant’ you socialist?’ i’m balling up my fist if you ant’ get my gist!
ant’ you working to bring that plate to everybody’s table?! *you are most certainly able!* hoarding and controlling the goods for a select few – ant’ ever make any one’s due! get a clue!
6. IF YOU AN’T READING – YOU’RE SPEEDING but without a fluorescent END. may your eyes absorb this message and TRANSCEND.
7. This is not a message intending to be weighty or prolific – i aim only to move you closer to something more or less oddly specific!
8. specifically odd but also allowing the heart to nod – to something a bit irregular and somnific.
9. could this sleep allow us to dream? *if by only writing it down we may learn from the rip in the SEAM!*
10. a split honoring our freshly exposed skin – this follows through to a remedy, which could make one perplexed, disturbed, or cause an odd grin.
WHEN MARBLE FELL FREE AND WHEN 3 FEELS GOOD TO ME
“excuse me…but i gotta retrieve what’s FALLEN. tho, i never assumed the marble was signed up to be ALL IN! *at least not in those POCKETS! after all – what’s adding fuel to accelerate or suspend those ROCKETS?* the most shocking, is how hard it SLAMMED on to the concrete FLOOR – it stopped rolling, only after hitting the DOOR. it is of no wonder, the mirrored marble continually marveled; all of those who held true – the SPHERICAL WONDER which confessed : “the only way out is THROUGH! through the rage of wonder.
through the calming thunder.
through it all.
through the answer and call.
whoaaaa!!!! is that ^^^ a lot? YES IT IS! one filled with luxury and used vehicles. the price tag depends on the mileage. if i buy a lemon – i may make lemonade, though at the expense of a soon to be regretful serenade. the stench and acidity would be the catalyst – in the courtroom of the lavish and cupidity. the colors present themselves as RED, WHITE, and GRAY. could it be to perceptions DISMAY – that all the other colors have faded ASTRAY? what is it about 3 & why does it feel good to me? some have claimed: this number is a lucky charm! others have stated, this being the reason it’s on my right shoulder, and left arm!
3 is resounding – it has brought me here. where I am sharing a poem that came about by not so random circumstance. I used the word ‘Spherical’ earlier which reminded me of a cassette tape I created 7 years ago called ‘Spherical Wonder’.
– it just so happens that I was able to retrieve the original poem never shared before until now for your reading pleasure. may it encourage you to know you very well being in the many but one planet of ours. we need not settle for less – the stars know us and when we look into them we witness springs…
Sometimes I Wonder where the fountain comes from? Its springs are mountains of passion which fully entertain the dimensions of great magnitude! What has become of the nature of the stars? as they shine very brightly in the night. I know that their smile is bright; because they have seen your composition. Even from afar, these stars have focused their light in the direction of your silhouette. This burning grows and intensifies as you dance around the platform of your most daunting ambitions. My smile is aroused by your indulgence of your most immediate desire. Spherical orbits are here reflecting our massive platform of where we stand. we are placed in the niche of circular fantasy. Our globe is now massive around the flow of our fingers.
THE PARABLE OF JARGON M’BELLISH
when you’re lonely – you’ll search every languid hall for an expired season – bumping into the very reason, which provide no alibi…only treason! as i walked astray, i’ve beaten up the innocent and have accused the elderly fray.
this is a transition, which leaves me on a mission to find the utility. i contemplate whether i should continually swallow, this pill of lonesome arrival?
the system has not yet processed, the last byte of sand that’s been witched! my digital frame belongs to a name, not remembered or savored by fame. although, some scream loudly and capture with fallacious print and distorted light. my feet returns to the outdated announced fight.
here it goes again! wher3? over there – just a little closer to the edge, where i’m already hung up over the ledge. the overwhelming plea of this frequent Kabuki theatre, sends worms onto Shakespeare’s SKIN. the mere speech from these actors, makes the mind THIN!
it’s TEW MUCH! a stew rush! the bowl is full and the servings are plentiful but if i eat any more slowly, it’ll grow cold. a flavor equating to mold, cuz the code is just THAT grotesque. your tongue guaranteeing the taste of the silver screen burlesque!
when you’re lonely – you’ll sit in the rocking chair covered in a heated sweat, crying.wetting the face, which begins to trace, all of those smiles hung up and broken, into a stubborn place.
angles and angels pas(t) around you with present pretense (the future while *dense*) still bribe the clock to rock according, to a tune that is funky, or one to mock!
when the dreary seas brush you into the mush, which cause you to daydream – flush the stream and entertain the obscene! (LIKE JARGON M’BELLISH) then you will be awakened! to the siren inside your head, the remembrance is enough to awaken the dead.
as spirits of old, wander in search of a body to poke – if your bees start leaving, it’ll soon begin to feel like a joke. hocus pocus! did you look twice or not focus? herein is a story : which wears the dress of the clown, with colors magnified featuring whistles, pizzazz, and bells on your gown!
On one breezy sunday afternoon, Jargon M’Bellish had a thirst for spirit. before Jargon left their home – they made sure they had the following items on:
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hot pink n blue boho tunic (with green apple squares on each sleeve.)
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bright orange gloves with marshmallows stickers threaded onto them.
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royal purple shade trousers with patches of magazine cut outs, featuring various celebrities.
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sunglasses with beige fuzziness on the handles!
when, they finally walked out onto the busy downtown street // they presumed critical eyes glancing. they were right! cuz their clothes were so peculiar. *could, Jargon M’Bellish be a distraction to passing pedestrians watching? *one couldn’t readily tell! the presumption thrilled their function. suddenly as if possessed, Jargon M’Bellish jumped 22 times, before spinning in circles, only then proceeding, to kick their right knee in the air and moon walk backwards to their destiny which was only a few blocks away.
*** not long after Jargon M’Bellish was handed their spirits and charms – they suddenly realized they didn’t bring a backpack to hold their spirit. would anyone think of them to be a drunk, while holding the brown paper bag? could that be the explanation for their boisterous behavior previously? would Jargon M’Bellish attempt; such randomized delirium before returning home again? i suppose it depends on the impending desire to be SEEN! ***
cuz when you’re lonely – you’ll scream at every voice thus silencing a life saving choice. again i say, REJOICE! for even, when words are emptied and bleak cities are filled with waste – our feet are scorned to pick up and make haste! : with the time that’s still in the room, although it lives on the ceiling – loneliness steadily pleads for healing.
when we are torn a part but simultaneously structured, our dispositions shake and we remain flustered! our feet must slow down to the yellow mustard! we’ve already stopped at the RED LIGHT, while speeding through GREEN – our vehicles ran out of STEAM.
as one shuffles through the sheets and profiles of the stranger. the destination in front of you, can’t hide from a very imminent danger.
the unusual mystery of the antediluvian tree – yields blurred mirrors screaming :
“DO YOU KNOW me?!”
WHY DO YOU FLEE?
Do YOU kNOW Thee?!”
with much more added text, crippling my speech to rhyme & flex. a formula is needed to graph where this goes next…
The Parable of Jargon M’Bellish is about what it feels like to be lonely.
JARGON = language that is characterized by uncommon or pretentious vocabulary and consulates syntax and often vague in meaning
M’= MYTHOMANE (🦷) – a person with a strong or irresistible propensity for fantasizing or exaggerating
BELLISH = to enhance / beautify (a statement or narrative) with fictitious additions, to ‘ish’ it up!
FEAT. A SQUEAKY SWIVEL CHAIR
this chair is so squeaky even IT has something to SAY!” :
HAHANHEHE-MF*
if you gonna be a HA HA N HEE HEE MF
make sure you reach with the same depth – which called you, when you entered the deep. when you yelled and screamed at the obscene in your dreams!
MOVE FURTHER
OR ELSE YOU DON’T KNOW SH*T!
you can’t even understand the breath of CONVERSATION.
much less – recognize the different kinds of tracks at the STATION.
you don’t know sh*t.
not all trains are on the same TRACK!
especially since some go forward while others go BACK.
you don’t know sh*t.
before you even listen to what has been said, you didn’t even allow yourself to be FED.
you don’t know sh*t.
FED: THE KNOWLEDGE & INFORMATION NECESSARY TO FORM TECHNIQUE! A SH*T TALKER RELIES ON REACTIONS THAT ARE WEAK.
yeah, you don’t really know sh*t.
yet you think – you know it ALL.
(whispers)
(don’t know sh*t)
yet you: justify your anger for an immediate FALL.
(don’t know sh*t)
yet you: believe you are thinking with your MIND.
(don’t know sh*t)
yet you: are walking BLIND.
(don’t know sh*t)
yet you: camouflage the parts of you – that are ME.
(don’t know sh*t)
this only means we can’t SEE.
HAHA N HEE HE = MOVE FURTHER *
TO ACTIVATE AND DIALECTICALLY ENGAGE WITH MATERIALS- ENABLING AN EVER EXPANDING CONSCIOUSNESS! it’s time to shop for more essentials. how else are we gonna grow? + whose gonna bite off from expired bread and drink the spoiled and chunky milk?
“if you gonna be a HA HA N HEE HEE MF – move further and challenge complicit behavior encouraged by the silence of your laugher. MOVE FURTHER, MOTHER FUCKER!
We have to get there by the silence of our tears. Sadness is a friend of ours. we don’t talk much to our tears as often but we’re gonna have to start inviting those tears to have a stronger communication to us. These tears tell a story that must be heard by the memories that we wanted to bury inside. Our head seeks refuge in the regurgitation of discs that have been scratched. Remembering is a hard deal because life is revived in those sad experiences. Our company is fragile throughout these confrontations. In our youth, we are unaware of the effects it would have on us. Today is payday. Every day we look into the eyes of trauma, we’re coughed with responsibility. we’re paying the toll. It’s worth the investment but we’re not held in any debt. Underneath all of the sadness and anger // unspoken trauma lingers in a dark place.
i’d say one thing we can do as brothers is ALWAYS call out every foul thing we see our brothers do / say. there’s an awful lot of complicity. it’s hidden and a lot of it is either laughed off or justified behind our acceptance of that person. we should discontinue the idea that we need to be told what can we do – when it seems obvious. every appearance of misguided complicity has to be faced for what it is. we have to be willing to really look at ourselves and be willing to hold ourselves and others accountable.
S T R E A M L I N E SIMPLIFY
MOBILIZATION // ORGANIZATION
PRINCIPLE // STRATEGY
STOCK MARKET SOARING // PEOPLE STARVING
streamline simplify?
sTrEaMLiNeSiMpLiFy!
S T R E A M L I N E SIMPLIFY…
REMEDY // SIDE EFFECT
PREJUDICED // PROTECTED
MEDIA // DISTRACTION
streamline simplify!
sTrEaMLiNeSiMpLiFy?
S T R E A M L I N E SIMPLIFY…
PROGRESS // ETERNAL STRUGGLE
BREATHING // NECK PRESSURED
PERPETUAL DEMANDS // OR ELSE RELENTLESS PLANS
streamline simplify…
sTrEaMLiNeSiMpLiFy?!
S T R E A M L I N E SIMPLIFY!?
minneapolis, it’s happening … over the world? it’s happening. it’s already happened. enough variables exist in which it could happen where you are. we have to start fine tuning our analysis. we know how this story ending, right? thus – reading THE BOOK is better than a recycled script of reactive complexities.
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i’ve always enjoyed my random share of frizz and dazzle! ACCENT signatures which can be pinned down. an added delivery because some things are worth the explorative requiem. many wouldn’t attempt – though i am among the class that do. my research into the spectacular is a source for many muses and advent quests.
there’s a lot to discover every and any where – so i’ll continue to identify as a space skimmer. you can catch me as one of the CHARACTERS IN THE WIND – passionately sharing GLORY STORIES! THE LIVING THINGS will always be ThEnDance i’m stepping to. i live on the corner of the TRIPLE S, right across the avenue of POE. i whip as i dip cuz my jargon provides a TIP TO THE HIP! i reside in EDM CASTLES!
some have tasted of this NEW NARRATIVE OF CONSUMPTION! the COMMANDED NORMALITY has shelved me a formula decked with a BLOSSOM CHAMBER. i’ve been the witness to my own creations and recordings over the years. it’s ALL there.
- IT’S HERE FOR NOW BUT THEN IT WON’T BE – BECAUSE HERE IS NOT OVER THERE
growth follows us as translation is often lost in the triangle // prism of daily consciousness.
i aim to illuminate via a ( s p a c e ) : entitled PARADISE CLARITY / – this much has been said already at length. repetition is easy when the points are various and the summaries can be explained in a formula. a symbolic gesture – like DOMINOES being explained against representative measures. random are the flows which have gone into the PERPETUAL SINK. time and time again – i’ve spoken to the winds!
asking it to lead me into, streams of glistening action and INVIGORATION! the wind has pushed me down like it did to Pandora! i’ve gone all over the place and i’m still unpacking the vastness of that, which arrives at my garden gate.
i’ve handled VANILLA PAPER TRAILS with pure hands // intending to display a spiritual revelation covered by angel white hands. i’ve broken fragile concepts down by shattering them, into a spec too unfamiliar to many. i’ve gotten deeper into the SOURCE OF INSPIRING FRUSTRATION. carrying extra weight because of the scuba gear added to my person.
in positions of the past – i’ve been a flightless BIRD, flapping my wings with many flights left to climb. i made it through because i continued to hang with intellect – steadily on the wings of the IMMACULATE. my ancestors and strangers cruise by in passing cars – they’ve honked in approval or disgust. their thoughts were mine and mine were theirs. in the search for better days my WEDNESDAY’S favored AUGUST and the weekend’s became May. the written word forms when ‘CRE MET ATE‘.’
the BLESSING is that we are ALL here! the numbers add and the symbols divide into a splattered emergence featuring miscellaneous cotton candy. ETC, ETC = BLAH, BLAH!
DRAGGING THE DRAGON
while lallygagging do so not at the expense of being a ✨popinjay✨. set the rhyme of law. let it be spoken to you like a ✨visceral✨ temptation. may we all be drawn to the throne of ✨perspicacity✨. our company is✨copious✨ enough for everyone to ingest. as we spend time together, we’ll be able to designate who eats the food that didn’t belong to them in the refrigerator. or the ✨idiosyncratic✨ one who sees it ✨atypical✨ to eat with anyone other than those they know.
if we embrace the benefits of being ✨vigilant✨, we may begin to satisfy the distance between day dreams and sleep-walking. the moment you step inside of knowledge, you will discover libraries which are filled with ✨organons✨ and late night dragons.
some groups find it sweet to ✨rhubarb✨ about non-specifics. fill the space with something transparent but not to peril of being a ✨sesquipedalian✨. they that listen only wish for you to come with sufficient ✨alacrity.✨
dragging the dragon – also nicknamed the green lagging – had a terrible wish to blow some fire!!! he did not yet have the access to the wire – but that did not snub his outlandish and steamy attire. the delight that made him smile was the very thing that caused smoke to arise from his nostrils. dragging the dragon meant getting anywhere would take a considerable amount of time.
on one late afternoon, the green lagging imagined standing in the waves of the shore – wishing to be drowned and unwilling to move even as the tides were coming close. the dragon was too careless to learn because it was cuffed underneath. seaweed can do that to you sometimes. if drowning means learning to be friends with the water so be it – the dragon thought.
when you’re dragging the dragon – the fire takes a longer time to come out until FLAME! FLAME! FLAME!
YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN A TICKET!
TO THE QUEST FOR THE GEMS
“FOLLOW THE GOLDEN LEAVES! FOR THE GOLDEN LEAVES WILL SHOW YOU WHERE TO GO.” in this case click the link below and watch this cartoon that I’ve been blessed to be a part of.
I’ve always wanted to be a part of a cartoon and this was manifested out of random collision. there’s something deeper brought out via cartoon animation which can’t be expressed through real life.
Our brains need to bend in wavy suggestive display. we are always better for it! think about how better you feel when watching cartoons? our memories are wavy and solidified by the morning suspense. I’ve been blessed to be a part of something so profound which brings to light much needed joy and enlightenment in such a time like this!
‘To The Quest For The Gems‘ was created by the talented artist and cartoonist Justin Macintosh and Jeremy Garner. I could tell you what it’s about but it’s only 16 minutes and 23 seconds – you can spare yourself some enlightenment and uplifting music to go alongside with the various messages told! I am very delighted to be given the invitation to lend my voice and passion to such a creation. This was once an idea. it had no form. no interaction. until the connection was made and we all used (digitally) tools built it up. All from across the world, by amazing people!
the 4 j’s united in harmony ! check out these talented artists and show support and love for the work they putting in.
https://tinyurl.com/rd2uhy4 – Justin Mcintosh
https://tinyurl.com/uwjmzw5 – Jeremy Garner
https://tinyurl.com/rm7p733 – Jess from Galactic Gangsters
A closer look into rhymes and funky magic can spin us into worlds not easily understood. If you want to gain understanding – fret not by following along with the hacks and hints found inside the symbols.
we can be full without having to empty ourselves of what we’ve eaten at the table of riddles and innuendo. find it clear in your dreams – it’ll make sense as it’s all written down!
WECOG2ORGANIZE
HEREIN, CONTAINED IS A POLITICAL/COMMUNIST & SOCIALIST/ANTI-CAPITALIST RANT – IT’S ALL OVER THE PLACE! BUT I GUARANTEE THEE, THAT THESE SOURCES ARE MADE AVAILABLE TO YOU WITHIN A INTERNET SEARCH OR WALK TO THE LIBRARY (YOU MAY MEET THE LIBRARIAN AND EXERCISE YOUR MIND, AS MY FUNK SISTER IDA NIELSEN SAYS ON HER NEWEST ALBUM – 0202020)… HISTORY DOES NOT REPEAT ITSELF BUT IT OFTEN RHYMES AS MARK TWAIN MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE SAID….
WECOG2ORGANIZE? = (WE GOT TO ORGANIZE!)
radical and transformative change can happen more often but our awareness of such shifts, is burdened by ancient tricks of propaganda. the gear of our incentive must be dressed with the knowledge of randomized weather. (especially as the climate gets warmer and 5G satellites interfere with digital waves) we gotta be PREPARED and the only way to make that happen is to ORGANIZE!
the establishment is crumbling and they don’t want you to know that or at least to do anything about it. it’s not gonna be an easy battle fighting against large multi-billion $ industries. america is an oligarchy.
the very rich and powerful at the top are the minority and they aim to protect their own interests. the same tricks at play now were long established at the foundation of the constitution.
the status quo makes justification of such corruption while the rationalization of such framing is supported by self-serving interests. we have the tools in our box to build a prosperous right now – when we recognize and implement a unified purpose.
this purpose does not have to be abstract or hard to achieve. as humans have always worked better together. it’s natural to want to be independent – we want dignity and the natural sense, to chase after what inspires us. most available work is not promised the freedom without the cost of severe labor.
while working our jobs, we often find ourselves deprived and drained – juggling yet another reality of pay check to pay check. for the working class population, our work is exploited for profit and so it goes on and so on.
“whatever does not spring from a man’s free choice, or is only the result of instruction and guidance, does not enter into his very nature; he does not perform it with truly human energies, but merely with mechanical exactness”.”
–
Wilhelm Von Humbodlt
we’ll settle for whatever is necessary in order to survive. this doesn’t mean we have to constantly be misinformed by the mass media who uses our attention for profit. there’s considerable honor in being involved in work, which best serves our hearts and interests.
while we may be cogs inexplicably in a system where corporate power abuses our time and snatches our will to create… – WE CAN ORGANIZE!
WE can do something about it. WE can know what what we’re advocating for (and who has policies which favor a social safety net for everybody).
they’re significant reasons why people outside of the united snakes of america, establish a village mind mentality. we are always stronger together. we are a united organism when we are organized!
6 years ago i made this video – (ORGANIZATION OR ORGANISM (COG SOCIETY) – by calling attention to the small moving parts which are necessary for the whole to function.
every voice and contribution matters, regardless of how far from importance the culture makes it seem. the media does a fantastic job forcing the idea we want all of these material and discardable things when really that is not the case. plenty of people, prefer to spend a great amount of time doing nothing. leisure is always welcomed among humans because it gives us the real space to ponder on what can be done. by not doing anything it creates a landscape for the things we can do. things which bring us joy and a sense of purpose. we are often misled to believe that we don’t have the power but quite the contrary. if enough people make enough noise – radical change of direction is inevitable. We cog to organize!
BLESSED I N D E E D
WE ARE BLESSED IN – DEED!
FOR WE HAVE PLANTED THE SEED!
AFTER COMMITTING AN EGREGIOUS DEED!
THE KIND YOU’D HAVE TO LAY DOWN BEFORE THE ALTER!
AFTER WHICH, THIS INVITATION WILL CAUSE YOU TO FALTER …
D
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RIGHT INTO THE DEEP BLUE SEIZE – MANY COLORFUL KEYS TO PLEASE!
HOW BLESSED ARE WE? – JUST COUNT THE MANY WAYS WE MARVEL & HOWL!
A REALITY LIKE THIS IS CRASS AND TRAGICALLY FOUL!
SO –
BLESSINGS YALL, BLESSINGS!
CUZ
LESSONS HAVE FORMED – INTO SUSPENDED TORRID DESIRE !
A JOYFUL SOUND LIKE THIS – IS AS PROFOUND AS IT IS A CHOIR!
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NOW THE FIRE BURNS WITHIN YOU & ME!
WATERING THE ABILITY FOR ALL OF US TO SEE AND DECREE – THAT WE ARE:
BLESSED INDEED! BLESSED INDEED! WE’VE SEWN THE SEED – FOR WE NO LONGER NEED. WE ARE TRULY, BLESSED INDEED!
GRACEFUL AUXILIARIES
WATCH NOW – FOR POETRY – READ LATER FOR REASONS EXPLAINED
I don’t have the words unless they’re served in a poetic embodiment. para//els are everywhere and this whole world is encoded in specific detailed signatures which make up the overall mosaic. I write because it’s freeing to me. it opens doors much like smiles do – illuminating me in ways I never knew possible.
“For as prismatic radiance walks up the stairs, to decorate a room loaded with white paint.
Think not of the colors which will remain or those that will taint.
The light from this smile redistributes energy – formerly unknown to me.
For now the twinkle in your eyes has flourished the withering tree.
Forever I see, the reasons that smiles have come to be!
-Some Smiles
I have written many poems as articles of declarations to myself and to those that listen. I dig acronyms, palindromes, and abbreviations. When one can dress a sentence with the right amount of adjectives, my minds really gets to racing. What is Uniformly Known – can be faced for what it truly is. When the truth is naked in the streets – it is the very lion that roars in the wilderness of your heart.
Pounding at your very chest, and sneaking upon you, at the service of your fortitude. Courageously facing the natural trials set upon your eyes, the fastening of ‘The Word’ became applied to you. Now in the woe of remembrance; these selective slices of infinity, uniformly seek position. As they line up each accordingly by their weight and height; they become a mass company, each individual speaking the same language of action.
This Poetry night was freeing me. I want to thank The lovely women at Rituals who extended this chance to speak my words. I am use to recording on my own without an audience. This was a reminder to me especially as I watch back of this recording – the importance of BREATHING! 😀
As I prepared to commit to memory my own writing I became suddenly aware, how much symbolism means to me. I find that words carry meaning differently through time. In the poem “Paradise Clarity” I remember writing that in search of my own discovery of illumination. The idea of being warmed up by clear results – always fascinated me and created a space where utopian livelihood could be experienced. Whenever something is made clear and known – even if it takes a little space – it always seems worth it.
IN SPITE OF MY WISH TO BECOME CLEAR. I HAVE OFTEN HEARD HOW MY WORDS ARE TOO COMPLEX. THAT I’D BENEFIT BY BREAKING DOWN THE TISSUE SO THAT ONE CAN USE IT TO WEEP. PEOPLE ARE LOOKING FOR ANSWERS! NOT MORE PROJECTIONS. WHERE ARE THE BASICS? THE VAST DEFINITIONS OF CENTRAL POINTS, ARE LOST WITH MEANINGLESS RAMBLES. WHY CARE FOR DETAILS AND ANOREXIC PRINCIPLES? (they make up the mosaic)
I reach to the lowest of lows; ripping the guts out of machinery. Is it my pleasure to rip the insides of everything to only display them in seemingly embarrassing manifestations? *very often* What makes my writing such a driven force of complexity? Those who have considered me dense believe my density is almost as desperate as the obesity I walk over.
How obtuse is this formula; to speak a whole lot of everything under a whole sense of nothing but absurdity. Where is my highest crescendo? Because the decibels are about as high as the vocabulary I wish to make sense of. These words are not hard to grasp and the connection is not unable. These poems are graceful auxiliaries. They aid in understanding this complex world around me.
My comprehension of this grace; intelligently creates the deepest mystery. My heart is enveloped into the way they have helped processed reality! I am motivated to this service as it have granted me access! While in my marvels; the purest of joy stirs in my belly! As the lights signal affirmations of my path, my soul laughs with wonder! It’s all HA ha! these drops fall upon me and it aids the root of wherein I am planted. These auxiliaries of blessings; have surrounded and persuaded me of our dance together. This dance of celebration and never ending serenades.
WE ARE ALL GETTING THERE! THOSE THAT WISH TO FOLLOW THE WIND – COME ALONG! THE YEAR IS 20/20 – VISIONS ALL CLEAR!
RESPECT THE SILENCE!
me and jeremy had the privilege of interviewing Doug Levison! he was made famous by a viral video 6 years ago, entitled ‘trumpet fight‘ where he hilariously goes off on a trumpet player (sucka!). he uses words like contemporaneously, presumptuous, and FLAT. what moved me most about this video was how clear and specific he was in delivering his grievance. first time i watched it was in january of this year and i couldn’t stop watching it. i watched it over and over until eventually remembering it verbatim. i shared it with jeremy and he found it just as hilarious. he then began to research and find connections that actually sheds a plethora of ironic parallels. have a listen on PlanitJade to check it out!
if you were to just watch the video for the first time you’d *probably* think doug was being an ass whole. cuz he really doesn’t spare any punches to the guy. YET, he does it in a poetic way. it’s something about his passion that gives it a new wave of presence. not to mention what looks like a contradiction of his practice of (TM) transcendental meditation for 47 years. doug was clearly bothered and he spares no regard to the distaste of what he’s hearing. it pays to follow along to the story as there is perhaps some context that may give context to his disatisfaction.,\
turns out doug actually is the owner of the website Flower Power Creative which is”...a community dedicated to motivating a more compassionate society. Through our events, books, media interviews and website, we hope to inspire action and dialogue in politics, the environment, women’s rights, animal rights, technology, music and fine arts.” check it out to connect further with his mission and connect with the silence or noise!
in doug’s own words:
“An artist respects the silence, it serves the foundation of creativity…”
he claims this as he SCREAMS in protest to the one making the noise. he stresses the need for the guy to get a gig because the guy does not have any talent. in short, he sucks! he proceeds to scream and follow the one making all the noise! he even goes as far to say the guy is NOTHING! A DISGRACE! EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD. NO. NO. NO.
Life is absurd. Contradictions may reveal themselves in readings of neglected mirrored refractions. Let’s all respond to each moment in harmonious servitude to ourselves and others.
Hate & Chance
What is Hate? Well, hate is given to someone who has shown themselves uninterested in changing. Hate is an itch that must be scratched. Hate is when irresponsible to the ethics of morality (or what is seen as good).
We feel ‘hatred’ often when we are slightly inconvenienced. (It ain’t about you all the time motherfucka) But – It’s a valid feeling when it comes around. It’s almost as sweet as revenge. The passion that comes with hatred can be delightful. It would be like sticking your hands in a pack of skittles and consistently getting red, green, and peach colors. That tropical blend is an exquisite taste and so is hate on occasion! 😀
Hate is a plague and we redeem our connection to it, by divorcing it from our consciousness. Love doesn’t work with someone who can’t understand the language of love. I suppose it can but then it’s transformed into something else. Speaking to someone in riddles only works if they have lunch with the Oracle. Otherwise, riddles and witticisms may come across as nonsensical to others. (Which by then Willy Wonka should have already reminded you – that everyone who buys a ticket, WINS: Although it may not be golden – the chocolate is still good to eat!)
Love makes rooms to sympathize that some are in error and others wish to recover that which has steered off its path. If by chance hate and love work together it is through the fashion like manner of love. Love can be worn on messy bodies – but if you musty, you shouldn’t try on clean clothes. It’s better to wash clean from dirt before wearing new fabrics.
If by chance hate and love can work together – it is through the awareness of harmonic convergence. When the lights gamble with darkness. Either one of them will win at different times.
The chances that hate is seen as love are few in which case, by then…
Written days ago but upon the motion of right now – a sadness breeds reflection and resolution.
Pockets & Access
I made a video about pockets and their resourcefulness! If you’re looking for a reason to be thankful – thank your pockets! Pockets are truly remarkable in that they provide a humble home for anything we may carry. If you rather listen instead of reading – feel free to listen and watch here!
Pockets & Access
In the interest of convenience, pockets are a must have and quite a common luxury. All of our necessities and miscellaneous materials are provided in a living facility, in the form of pockets!
Pockets are temporary houses to those things we need but don’t want to hold all of the time with our bodies. We as a human species are familiar with holding things, but we generally rely on our bags and pouches.
When you break life down tho- everything in life and the observable universe is a pocket of some kind.
A good way to use a pocket more efficiently would be to combine one thing into an opening of another. So instead of carrying several items at one time- if you use one thing which opens up into something else – your pocket will then be multifunctional.
Pockets hold our information. Think of our backpacks, they too – act like a pocket. Jewelry Containers, Cabinets, Shelves, Brief Cases, Purses, Dresser Drawers. For even our chairs are a pocket for the booty.
One of the most advanced and important pockets: are those which hold sensitive and personal data.
Think of your wallet for example – our cell phones, tablets, and laptops are the pockets of digital information.
Our smartphone is a pocket with many pockets – much like the world wide web. Think about ALL of what it stores? Contacts, encrypted files, pictures, videos, music, emails, and overall ACCESS to all our personal data.)
Can’t you see now how pockets are upon pockets?!
Furthermore, a life without pockets is a burden and makes life more difficult. If we didn’t have any pockets, think about how much more we would have to carry? Pockets are our limbs, they provide a useful shortcut in a society full of holding many things at one time. Life can be extremely stressful when you think of all the things you would have to carry around with you if it wasn’t for pockets!
Pockets are a relief to the burden of carrying a heavy load.
Therefore, I’m all for pocket equality! Women deserve more pockets in their clothing. And I don’t mean the mock pockets that don’t serve any functionality. There’s no use for that and who wants to carry a purse all the time when you can have a useful pocket?
We already collect so much throughout life. Think of our living spaces which is probably the biggest multifunctional pocket of all.
Pockets act as – the quickest access to any of life’s exhibitions!
Pockets are like atoms.
They are in everything.
Pockets are secret tunnels. There are always unknown pockets found everywhere in existence.
Pockets: no matter what they’re carrying or how they’re designed – remains a humble home and a place of rest for any and everything.
So next time you put something in your pocket – smile that a pocket exists so that you don’t have to carry the extra weight. 😉
I’m also aware that some people be stealing out your pockets and that ain’t fun to deal with. Which is why possibly carrying a lion in your pocket is a safe bet, it’ll always be ready to roar! 😀
August Feels Like Wednesday
You have waited long enough! Here is August Feels Like Wednesday in its entirety complete with narration served by, yours truly. August is almost over – but you’ll always be able to feast on this throughout all time. It’s an album that covers a host of emotions. It’s better if you just listen and explore all of what this album entails! It’s only 33 minutes and 41 seconds if you want to hear the project complete with narration. The video on YouTube is cheesy and is therefore non-vegan. It’s cheesy because of narration! 😀
If you so wish to buy the album on BandCamp you can do that also! It’s only 7 dollars! This option is actually non-cheesy with no narration 😀
https://jestereye7x.bandcamp.com/
I want to thank everyone involved in this project! I love y’all so much! A special thanks to Mr.Ivory Snow for producing The Velvet Dinner, Engulfing Through, and The Yielding Sacrifice! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the colors and textures you added in making this project as cohesive and festive to the meaning I intended. You took your time with it and you did not disappoint! Your album Snow is one of the best albums of the year hands down! Everybody support real music by real musicians! He also happens to be a producer, arranger, and one man band and all that jazz! 😀
Jeremy Garner – The magician and musician – I’m so blessed to collaborate with! Thank you for adding your music on Sin, Splash Utopia, and Death Appearing Like An Orgasm! I am entirely blessed at your vision of arrangement and being an instrument allowing the music to talk! Your connection to my words have always created incredible music in such transcending ways! I looks forwards for recording more with you and seeing where your sounds will take you next!
Danny L’Amour – You remain a voice of blessing in my life. I love that we both share the connection of food too! This is why you were perfect for The Velvet Dinner! I’ll always be thankful for your existence in my life! The pictures you took remind me of what can be known from a moment. Thank you for your voice and hand in everything you do!
There is somebody for everybody! Don’t worry – I got my own aluminum foil to carry if you did not bring it with you! 😀
You Are Invited To #AFLW
You are invited to August Feels Like Wednesday! The full experience which will be one of narration. Writing sometimes takes the form of songs, poetry, and Narration. Released Late this month 8.28.18.
Mark Your Calendars and get ready to experience food served by various artists! I won’t leave you hanging for too long! There will be plenty of desserts which will be released right before the main course!
Be on a lookout on for my Youtube channel
SoundCloud AND
BandCamp where you can purchase the album for only 7 bucks!
AND FINALLY, YES – You are on the guest list!
Come as you are! No need to worry about what to wear, or cost. As always donations are always welcomed if you have been blessed by the meal!
#AFLW
The Dawn of R.E.M
Dreams Reflect
The Activity
Found In Your
Waking Life
The Riddle is
Unlocked by
Connecting Those
Loose Dots
Scattered Throughout Your Daily Life
Don’t Be Afraid To Intend For A Dream
And To Write Down The Symbols Found
A dREaM Journal Is Your Secret Elixir
This video is about the power of dreams and what can be learned from them. There’s a lot of distractions but life can take a whole new meaning in a dREaM.
R = Rapid
E = Eye
M = Movement
Intellect Hanging On The Wings Of The Immaculate
Sometimes, you need to be reminded that; You are a brave soul. With wings to fly. You have the muscles and energy of your ancestors strong in you right now. Remember You Are Royal, and Your Intelligence is A Reminder of This Very Fact of Your Flight! Connecting with the plural (a group) means understanding the singular landscape (Individual sense of self).
I hope you can listen to this affirmation, and then move accordingly into a Higher Height and even a deeper depth. You got this!
You are intelligent – remember that. If you don’t feel like you are, you can learn about yourself. Get familiar with the sand. Understand nature and unlock the pineal gland. Realizing on a conscious collective that we all have been given this knowledge individually. At the primitive core – we reflect a broader reality. No longer must we subject ourselves to the illusion of systematic indoctrination. All of us can push into higher places with the sharpening of insight.
It takes studying. Reading. Listening.
We have been given mobility, and that grants us access to our individual journey. Realizing that our abilities can be sharpened and we can go to further than we ever thought was possible.
In other words: The knowledge of your abilities is hanging on the wings of those who have gone that far – your ancestors.
How To Unlock Caterpillar Logic
Growing up in New Orleans for me was a privilege, that I don’t take for granted in my childhood. It meant good food, lively music, snowballs, and a rich culture. It also meant around spring time caterpillars would hang from my grandparents oak trees!
“Come on out here boy, this sidewalk won’t brush itself!!” He’d yell.
“But he’s hysterical of those caterpillars!” Gammie would plead!
I’m thankful my Gammie always had my back and considered how I felt! It is through her care and concern, I never had to help my pops clean around outside during the spring! Luckily, I had a brother who didn’t mind as much! 😀
I never shook my fear of them until I left New Orleans. I didn’t see them at all in Texas although I noticed on occasion, I’d catch small moths and butterflies. I’ve grown to appreciate the caterpillar because of its developmental changes. I reference their process often in my life. Looking back at how afraid I was, I now see a misguided fear. Was I afraid of growing? Could I soon break free from the cocoon? The more I learned about their process, the more I appreciated their relevance in all living existence.
I made a short video breaking down an allegorical connection between caterpillars and the flow of your ideas!
Characters In The Wind (Remastered)
The Full-Length film ‘Characters In The Wind’ was released in 2016 but now remastered with added bits and pieces in 2018. I was initially, completely hesitant about remastering this but I needed to do it, because of my unsatisfaction on some levels with it originally. I wanted to explain the Jester Eye X – symbol once in for all which debuted at the start of 2016.
CITW is the short film where conversation, poetry, music, and narration come to manifestation in full. I go all over the place which is represented by the arrows going in various directions. I did not include an explanation for this originally but now I have while also describing what ‘Happy Forever means.
I’m sure this short film was not watched by many in fact, according to YouTube only 360 people watched it. 😀
Now you have the opportunity to watch it again, 2 years later REMASTERED! I hope you will join in on the conversation with me and enjoy it!
I’m also asking for donations of only $7.33 // or whatever your heart desires in light of completion of this project!
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HOW TO HARVEST THE STATIC
I was talking to one of my good friends about my poetry and he started laughing at the thought of some random person reading “hOw To hArVeSt tHe StAtIc“. I couldn’t stop laughing because it’s true. I often come up with the most random titles and I don’t imagine a huge crowd gathering around to bother to understand what I’m saying. It’s a niche market and certainly, some people may find out these things by happenstance. I couldn’t even pretend a huge amount of people would find what I do interesting. Most people tune into the language of opinions that they favor most.
I do try to tag and promote myself accordingly *to help with exposure* but the chances of me getting lost on the web are tremendous. People have a list of many channels in their view. You turn the channel if whatever is on doesn’t provide a source of humor or education. One day you may tune into my channel and hopefully, I’ll have you at the right time. The power of click-bait media transforms who are more willing to watch. It works because people are more prone to watch and listen to something they agree with or are interested in. This is to my disadvantage, however, as I am not fully aware of the tools that can be catchy enough to get people to watch me.
There’s a lot of static going on in my brain. I’ve been reading and listening more to reach a center. We’re all busy and there is always something on our radar – so consider harvesting the static. Gather the silence and who knows, maybe you may liberate yourself from a whirlwind of distractions. It’s often in the distractions, where we find purpose at the center. The roads we didn’t intend, all measure to the exact place we were destined to be. (Sometimes you can accidentally tune in and who knows…) I can say more, but that’s why I made this video.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 