P A R A D I S E? CLARITY ! (FORMULATED EXPLANATION)

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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…

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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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QUEEN H Y P O T H E T I C A L

these two poems are collaborative efforts : the first portion was created by the one and only Sylina Black! she’s a favorite writer of mine *not to mention – PERSON and best friend!* she managed to come up with this in very little time. she stirred the motions in the little information I gave her outside of the title. It flowed and struck a match to the very fire I needed to bring out the rest. may you find something of merit and thought from it. 

 

In a lone world
Where the whole world
Is not the sole world,
Queen Hypothetical reigns supreme.
A land where fantasy meets reality,
Queen Hypothetical is allowed to dream.
And in those dreams, creation fills a void otherwise unmet,
What if’s and possibilities run free, unrestricted, solely for the Queen, and yet,
In this lone world there lived a young duke ,
Who would not allow possibility to go unexplored.
He would not allow anyone to suffocate his dreams, no Queen nor King, Lady or Lord.
Day and night he’d dream, sharing his adventures with no one,
Fully aware of what the Queen had done.
Traipsing through the land that the Queen had called her own.
He found that in this land, the what if’s had only grown.
In love with the power of creation,
The ability to imagine if things happened only the way she’d seen,
Queen hypothetical outlawed exploration of the dream –
Barring her subjects from visiting.

– Sylina Denise

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lashes as long as the century, some of them fell into the penitentiary!

for what is the worth of a memory, which longs to be retrieved?

the profoundness of that experience, is what causes lamentation to the bereaved !

her eye lashes were as long as the century!

*jailing her hair cells into a penitentiary!*

that’s a hunnit (not a hundred – a hunnit!) years – of lashes and flashes!

for, many of her hair strains , would often and randomly fall into her eye.

thereby, prompting her brain to spy.

for she needed to remove the burning itch inside.

she knew she had to enlarge her pupils far and wide!

she by blinking – always made sure her subjects never stopped thinking!

day by day – swaying throughout the Winter and May.

for every season, she remained with a reason.

Queen Hypothetical or King Heretical?

The measures of possibility drawn – excites the spawn to yawn.

when it comes to kings, queens, and everything in between – the state of royalty can begin to be seen:

indifference is now made ‘qualified’ by the subjugation of the rulers of this nation.

rulers which set measurements of potential realized fiction!

though the lines appear straight, the path of least resistance is not too shy from affliction.

a hypothetical equation? may fancy a decadent persuasion!

can one still crumble as the words falter and begin to mumble?

endless are the seas that begin with the question!

for the search is indeed dressed as ‘HYPE’ and the aesthetics of every queen, king, and everything in between is worn through every impression.

queen hypothetical makes expression, the lesson of any and every imagined possibility.

this may serve to remove us from the gaze of docility.

Pursuit // Pleasure

*The following script, is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…” which is due for release at the beginning of 2019.

Palmar: Hey, have you tried the new app Fructose that allows you to explore the depths of glucose?

Allegra: Ah! Yes! It’s so good. Every time I think I should put it down – it proves me to be a liar because I can’t let it go. It’s like that chip you keep coming back too and the lemonade your grandmother makes! It’s just addictive like crack, honestly! lol!

Palmar: That’s what I heard and probably precisely why I ain’t trying to give it a go. I don’t want to do anything that makes me a slave to it.

Allegra: Who claimed you’d be a slave to it?

Palmar: Well, you mentioned crack and grandma’s lemonade…I’d say it’s quite powerful. Powerful enough to be the master of your senses. If it makes you a liar that means you can’t contest it.

Allegra: I never tried to contest it because I enjoy indulging it so much.

Palmar: Have you tried to abstain from it to see how your body would react to it?

Allegra: I ain’t trying to break away from it because I worry I might be dependent on it and you know the body develops dependence to some substances. If an alcoholic goes cold turkey it could literally kill them because they abused it for so long.

Palmar: So, would you say you abuse fructose?

Allegra: I suppose, I do. But we all abuse various things in life – I don’t think it’s a big deal.

Palmar: If you don’t want to live long and develop various diseases – you do have a point.

Allegra: Yeah but I don’t see why you are making it seem as if pursuing pleasure is a bad thing, we all have our various vices.

Palmar: You know what they say: Everything in moderation. If you feel you can’t resist fructose you might to want to start cutting it out one day at a time. Cold turkey might not be the best alternative but slowly breaking away from your addiction secures a better future for your mental and physical health.

Allegra: But I like fructose, why break away from what I like?

Palmar: Not all vices are remedies to the consequences that come from them.

Allegra: Ok. Well, I’m going to do me, and you can do you.

Palmar: So, are you saying you rather continue to head down a cycle of abuse because this is YOU right now?

Allegra: All I said is I’ll do me, and you will do you. I never asked you to lecture me about the dangers of fructose. I am aware of how bad it could be. However, as with anything they’re loopholes.

Palmar: I reckon those loopholes are very few.

Allegra: So, are you going to interrogate me about this from this day forth? Are you going to continually remind me how I’m killing myself and recommend me articles and links to help me get better or what? Do you think most obese and overweight people know they are or should they be constantly reminded of this fact?

Palmar: Healthy reminders shouldn’t be triggers.

Allegra: But they shouldn’t reinforce a sense of evangelism either. You can say what you need without judging me for it or educating me on something that I already know about. Some of us are on our way dying and can’t be convinced to change their habits. (Maybe they want to die or don’t care much for changing) No need to put me through an intervention. If I was on my death bed and I wanted to try LSD would you refuse me of that? Would you tell someone who is already dying that they should take proper steps to ensure they live longer? For what purpose? I don’t have children or a partner depending on my life.

Palmar: So, if you had children or a partner – that wouldn’t compel you to live longer?

Allegra: I’m not totally sure. That’s not why I do what I do. I have plenty of friends including yourself that may want the best for me. I just want you to know I understand the risks and if experience leads me to make a remarkable change then I’ll oblige but for now, I’ll enjoy my fructose but take more consideration to moderation.

Palmar: That’s good, I’m happy to hear that.

Allegra: I hope you live long and stay clear from the range of accidents! You know you never know when they may happen. *chuckles*

You Must Search

You Must Search because the systems aren’t designed to be completely honest with you. Systems enable a poisonous cycle that is literally designed to KILL you. If by chance you survive the toxic hell they feed you – they won’t supply tools necessary to restore your health and well-being. Look at it as a virus installed the moment you bought a new computer. It’s only a matter of time before it crashed but the repair won’t be for free.

But for a $Price$ far beyond your ability to compensate. All of the billboards tell you nothing is wrong and that this is the way it goes. All of the glitter and expensive things are shown as believable. It’s sold as a dream that everyone desires although you must be asleep to enter it. The price for liberation – leaves you left with very little leg room. While your legs may be stuck in a closed in place, your ability to move is still encouraged.

You Must Search for loving yourself isn’t always the easiest path but it yields the best benefits. It’s not that people don’t care they just don’t care enough to change what you’re doing in your life. It’s good to have a village hold everyone responsible but it ain’t the norm. People barely acknowledge that you’re there. When something comes up – like if your pants are down. This doesn’t always alert your neighbors all the time. They might not find it necessary to tell you – this is why your mirror is your best friend.

You Must Search cuz you’re responsible without given the reason to know why you gotta find out. You’re thrown in – sink, swim, or float. You’ll have to do each of these actions at some point in time. This matters because the importance of awareness is literally life-changing. Getting to know why things sink, swim, and float helps identify the problem. It ain’t just you, tho! Sharing this space with about 7 billion other people and counting helps create some perspective. When in doubt be your own best friend and look out the window to gain empathy.

You Must Search for there are various clues hidden between the walls and halls of your waking life. You’re on an endless journey which is governed by the rules you set. These rules are imaginary – they only make sense to those that follow. There is Black and White – and those colors which are in between.

You Must Search for the fun is in the adventure to find out what’s awaiting you. (Which is a lot)

Earnest & The Helium Balloon

It ‘twas the middle of October, a day, unlike this rest. It wasn’t just the red, orange, and yellow leaves in view that colored excitement in the air. Today was different. Today was the last day of the State Fair.

A time where extroverted girls and boys are filled with anticipation. With plenty to do and plenty to see. This day was guaranteed to feel like the longest day of the year. Earnest waited for this day to arrive. He had dreamed about it for oh so long. As happy as he was – he was also determined to win something. He felt ambition racing through him like warm lights rising from the darkness. He knew he wanted not only to win but to have fun.

Where could he go first? Earnest was as close to his name as one could get. Filled with intention and a pocket of anxiousness – he tried with all of his power to focus. Before he knew it – all time had passed and he had only one game left to play before the fair closed.

Earnest had a lot of fun but very little to none chances at winning – this was his only shot. He kissed his hands as he held the hammer tightly. He wanted to hit the ball as hard as he could so the pinpoint could ring all the way up to a 100 Skies. Bam! He hit – to his pleasant surprise he was only 14 points away from 100. The attendant yelled: “EIGHTY-SIX! Congratulations you won the last red balloon of the evening!”

Earnest snickered with excitement! Not only did he have a loaded time but he finally won a prize worth taking home! Earnest held to the thin rope which held the balloon in place. On his way back home he noticed just how windy the day had turned. The leaves seemed to blow harder while the balloon swayed with it.

Earnest noticed, however, even when the wind wasn’t windy – his new found friend didn’t seem to want to stay with him. He decided he would tie it around his trousers to prevent it from wandering off. As he pulled the balloon closely to him – he held it with both hands lightly as to not pop it. In flash moment, his grip loosened a bit but the balloon nearly flew away. He was convinced it didn’t want to be his friend. The balloon seemed to go up with a force not found in the wind.

He carefully tied a knot on his trousers and hurried home before it could escape again. Puzzled by the floating balloon he searched on the internet about what strange phenomena would possess a balloon to fly away.

He pronounced the words slowly:

H-E-L-I-U-M.

He learned it wasn’t the balloon itself but a chemical lighter than air which caused the balloon to rise. Earnest smiled because he then realized:

Everything ain’t that deep. Sometimes you come to have fun. You might win. You might lose and what you gain can still slip away. Doesn’t mean it has intentions. Life doesn’t have to have a purpose in between your own desires. So come, to the fair for fun – cause if not for fun – what’s the experience for anyway?

HmmMorocco!

The smells. The feels. The luring. The invitation. The persuasion. The price. The Africa! Morocco has been such a thrill since we landed on the soil. There’s a lot about Morocco that I haven’t fully grasped – (like the driving including donkeys, motorcycles, bicycles, and cars). However so much more about it has really inspired me.

Every day so far feels like a new adventure. There’s no real map of reason in terms of what to expect. The roads lead to narrow paths – narrated by a stray cat looking to past you into times past. It’s easy to get lost in the matrix of endless chances to buy and to experience. No amount of preparing can really put you in the place of being ready for what’s around the corner. It can literally be anything – I’ve not yet turned into an empty corner. Even the blankness of some alleys is filled with mystery and impending curiosity.

The best way I could describe it: You’d have to walk the streets to get the best experience of it. Granted, I’ve never been to the third world before this. I’m not even sure why we call it the third world. It’s the same world we live but the rules in how we live are way different. The people here seem so equipped in determining who is a tourist and who isn’t. My partner and I stick out like a sore thumb. She dresses with style and me myself – my hair turns a lot of faces! Some have called me Mr.Obama or even Rastafarian man. At any rate, some are curious in how they determine where someone is from. 😀

I’m living and that’s what it is all about. Life is meant to be shared and with good company, memories are even sweeter. Every color paired with a texture of experience is Kaleidoscopic. We have been on our toes with each moment. Prepared the best way we know how to – something you learn to expect. You can’t always negotiate the inevitable. Whether you are aiming high or low – you’ll land where satisfaction rises to the top.

Hand in hand – Experiences are treasures to the mind. You can never fail at the taste of the different spices. Learning to be educated while also growing to teach what one has gained. So much more to hand out – I’m just getting started. Ain’t it fun?

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What’s gained is lost.

By the measures of reduction via conversion. You can’t have a proper conversation without some kind of reduction.

Don’t let this dismay or upset you.
Life is also about the giving and the taking. Basically: you gotta pay da bills.

I know – crazy right? You got to work to survive on a planet you didn’t even ask to be in. That’s a reason to be upset sometimes.

The less you have the more is expected to be given.

Society tends to be stupid. Yeah, I think you know that by now but it’s stupider than you think. Society forces you to talk when silence is needed.

You can’t do anything that is validated anymore because if your audience reach is everyone – you’ll certainly disappoint someone.

Hence the stupidity of society – you get framed when you ain’t even the picture. You won’t be able to please everyone because some people require different lengths of a garment for what’s fitted.

If you do it – it’s a REACH. If you don’t do it – you missed the opportunity to cash in. So either way // What’s gained is lost. The flow of what’s good comes at a cost.

How well are you counting the steps to what’s gonna turn into a disaster?

It’s only a matter of time before it all hits a landslide. Then BAM – you gotta deal with the explosive manifesto.

LIFE COMES AT YOU FAST!

You can burn with the fire of the sun and drown in the water of life. Before the alarm goes off you have to make sure you’re prepared. I’m doing what I have to do so I’ll arrive on time. This doesn’t stop, parallel winds that confuse you and aim to confiscate your jewelry and chains.

Before you know it, you’re left penniless and homeless.

No place to go only hopeful dreams to fill the void in your head. If only you invested your last change – your wallet would be fat and your cards stacked. The course of life left you with only the leaves of spring.

The wind remains a charm to your destination. Like a bag in the air- you’ll fly away with a random gust of navigation. The atom then splits and the party invites you to come and groove.

I’m cool on that as long as I don’t buy into thoughts that I can’t compensate. Beyond the light – we all ache to compensate for the darkness we have not yet found.

This darkness is within us and we can’t escape the pull of its fierce reality.

From the sadness of childhood contemplation, we then reach inside our souls. These tears are found within the wishing well of our remembrance. For we can not neglect the motions that have brought conviction to the current.

Waves are set and have boarded in a resistance that must be awakened. For sleeping in the dream is an alarm to our subconscious. It’s no wonder why we react because our childhood has been tortured.

The passages of neglect have been misplaced on the shelf. A book like this is to be remembered and the mirror shows us our deepest revelations. Honest trees are in our garden and those seeds were planted decades before.

The wind blows against the branches and when the moonlight shines – the darkness returns. Only to be remembered by a shadow cast by the dim light upon the roots.

Harmony Joined By The Element of Surprise

Everything is entwined even the surprises of life. Connection to life exists beyond what is seen with the naked eye, somethings are animated rather extravagantly. Don’t be fooled by the robust and the dramatic appearance of your life experiences. It’s not that deep but it is that complex as you might imagine – so live by every moment to enjoy it. Even the stuff that doesn’t make that much sense eventually finds its meaning – Purpose is then understood by a dream, vision, or hallucinating pulling off your mind.

REMEMBER: You are boundless like an animation on the computer screen. There is no limit or draw to where you can go. If there is any limit at all – it’s due to what you’ve placed on yourself. In the stillness, there’s movement although it may move at a small pace. The surprises of life are hidden by your direct vision. You ain’t gonna see it until it manifests itself against your knowledge of preparation.

Even the most absurd can become reality in the game of surprises.

Which is why you got to check yourself before you wreck what is due to throw a party for you. Don’t ruin the moment by running too far into your safe place. The whim of a cliffhanger is to keep you guessing and pondering the possibilities.

The clear disposition of character is found in the delivery of attitude. What can be brought to the table when the cards have been drawn against the odds? Play hard but go easy. You have nothing left to fear, everything is at one with the center. Even when you’re told there’s no position to play, you can create your own playground. The laws of this game are no more when you bend to your beta version.

I’m gonna do my best to blow the horn and make sure they hear me. If you are on this road, you must yield to surprises at some point in time. Even when you can’t see them.

Whenever I can follow the measure in time for hearing – I’ll have my eyes and ears open. I won’t mellow out into the night where the stars may come to find me. I’ll rise early on the day where the clouds meet my lips of intention. I’ll be joined with harmony and the element of surprise. Flying into the element of surprise. I’m captured on the wings of magic bliss. Never ending possibilities are seen to rain on my head. A metaphor of the beast is sunken again by the relation of poetry charms.

Spiral Confessions

The sky is my mansion where a pallet is transfixed. The more I look up, the more I see endless spirals turning into real life forms. I wonder what ideas can exist, from what’s above me and below me. All is possible with imagination and with the inspiration, you can create the very thing inside your mind. It’s very confrontational to see the very result of what is physical in your mind. It’s not about whether it’s possible – but about the process to enable it to come to life. The process depends on where you are in your life – a lot of things don’t make as much sense as they use to because I’ve evolved. The more I grow, the more I know. Knowledge is mutated and with this means a sharper awareness of my sensitivity to confession.

Confessions of mystery’s tail are hypnotized at length. While my eyes are turning into further oblivion, I’m counting the days ahead of me. What’s found in the eye of the spiral is confessed at the misunderstanding of destination. I’m caught in the influx of where I want to go, and what is meant to be redeemed in my previous promise.

The more I look, the more I change on what I’m really seeing. It’s like looking into the eyes of a spiral – it confuses your eyes and misleads what is seen next. The spirals are like optical illusions, I see more than one thing confessed. My admission is that I understand multiple directions. This only encourages my navigation because I have the freedom to entertain the depth and height.

Come again o’ gust of wind and blow me into distant lands. Return to me – far away places, where I’m found only by the deepest seas and highest mountains. I’m incapable of seeing all avenues left for me because I’ve already been covered in telescopes and magnifiers. I’m followed by infinite spirals and they seek to rearrange me. Fruits from the tree have fallen and in close proximity – one can distinguish the rotten pieces.

What’s dead was once alive only now spoiled by the passing evolution. Changes are recurring and patterns are emptying their significance. Time becomes a deeper illusion and I’m hypnotized by the spiral. I am spiraling out of awakening – the signal is gaining a hypnosis of sensibility. A sour taste lays upon my tongue when I realize the irreversible. Days like this are made up by silent discussions in my heart.

I’ve always been fascinated by spirals and their infinity. When I was young, I’d always draw a spiral with an eye in the middle. This would signify the random state of a hypnotic rhythm. Spirals symbolize what’s constantly confessing tricks of the eye.  Spiral Confessions are the turns in my eyes that build on the invisible until manifested. Random ingredients are captured by mindless mixing to convey taste. Methods come and go but with the eye of the spiral, confessions are random and full with direction.

Pardon me while I take a ride to a land of wind and dust. This ride makes me nauseous because it swirls through infinite directions. I’m here and there and everywhere at the same time. Spiral Confessions are statements of mystery which are filled with twists and 360 directions.

Battle of The Eye

What I want is often at a crossroads with what my eyes see. I’ve been at a battle with the Eye. My eyes continually hold on to what can be and what is. In The Light – A thief can hide all; save his eyes. Melting away at what he wants // all he sees is desire. So his eyes are like ice. The situation of his desire begins to liquify.

In my mind, however, the parables don’t seem to really inspire a deeper truth. For every passing day, a story is told. Stories that are meant to be recorded and remembered for lessons in life.

Truth be told, I am stubborn. I’m pressed hard on being free and steadily gliding from a higher sense of myself. I’m incapable of being locked in because I am inclined to always find tunnels and loopholes.

If you give me a box, I’ll see a paradox. A rhyme that will guarantee a key. The question and demand are in my incentive. My eyes see with quest and affirmative navigation.

I find it easy to escape because I truly believe all of the answers are from within. Nothing hides or can disguise itself from me. From what’s clear to what’s not – I’d be a fool to not look again.

The amount of activity that’s happened in the last couple of months still astonishes me. I’m not always ready to face the reality of these transitions.

Dry spells engulf through the mirage. A desert filled with clowns and imaginary friends. The clouds above me are changing like the phases of the moon. The distant stare covers me into a deep oblivion. True to character // a trust is afforded to familiar betrayal. Constantly being neglected in the eyes of a spiteful gaze.

No true trophy is kept – the only award is unanswered questions. The war has been renewed by lack of compromise. Nothing exists besides me. Vessels are emptied and the fullness of meaning has been exchanged for promised attempts.

Sometimes life keeps us in a toss up of action. I don’t want to move at all. Then I want to run like fire and never turn back. The rain has compelled me to grow.

Whenever I look back, I’m not always sure if I was really listening or if I was just moving along with the beat? Whenever the heat turns up to high it paralyzes my thinking abilities.

When it’s hot – nothing matters but to replenish the waters lost by sweat.

The replenishment comes from understanding the exclamation and quest. My nose and mouth are formed by endless directions of inhalation and consumption. I’m steadily going because I’m constantly having to fight for my life. I’m having to really make decisions that affect what happens next.

Whatever happens is what I’ll have to go with. My heart is promising me – that if I stay faithful to it, I won’t be locked in or caged. Even if I’m placed in a box – I’ll have the key to which no way I’ll be locked in.

Quest & Demand to which I say // See Me again.

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The main reason I came out to New Zealand was to complete a project entitled Characters In The Wind (#CITW). I’ve been out here for three months and it’s now complete! It will be available on May 7th on JesteRantson YouTube! (Subscribe to keep updated! I started out not knowing exactly how I’d direct it. The main script is improvisation, which means the whole project is centered around listening.

Several clips were combined throughout my stay in New Zealand featuring with 7 topics which narrate what these conversations embody. It’s a full 49-minute film because 7×7 is 49.

I’ve been quite surprised at the power of 7. The way 7 is at the center and how anytime I look at my watch it’s some 7 somewhere. 😀

As long as I’ve been here, this projected has taken careful time and creative exhaustion but it’s been worth it.

I’m asking for donations of 7.33$ for this project. Feel free to give what your heart desires. I’m so thankful for all of the key players who made this vision come true. Thank you with the uttermost gratitude! 😀
For those who can’t access PayPal me, you can also donate through regular PayPal via jesse7complete@gmail.com

It’s my hope that all would be inspired by this film. It was brought together by conversations like these!

Hee Hee – I.D.B.W.N.

Sometimes to get to the highest mountaintop, you have to tread down a steep path. It’s a price to pay for the view. (No, They Do Not Always Come Free! :D)

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The steps are bumpy and rocky, and if you’re not careful going down – your foot might slip. What a terrible fall that would be…
I recently had an experience with such a climb – it felt like the most gruesome exercise I’ve ever physically put my body through. My breaths maximized and my body quickly reminded me, that it was a machine. Exercise comes with a great expense. It’s All good tho! 😀

I knew that in order to witness the beauty ahead of me, I had to go down a steep path. It was well worth it too, but it taught me a valuable lesson about preparation. How better life seems to be when we look around while going back up a hill? (Also, carrying a bottle of extra water comes in handy

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The way negativity works is that it has the potential – to reveal itself like a carnival. At one given time; colors can shout in a multitude of different ways. Drama makes its way on the dance floor, and before you know it – You have become a different character. You might have changed your dress or the tone and level in how you speak become much more LOUDER. If you’re not careful, things can get lost in the masquerade.

I have learned, that breathing in the energy around us prompts us to focus. Focusing on so much, where then our awareness is engulfed within the matrix. We would then be, quite capable of being wrapped around with the air, and with the sound of motion.

In the midst of this Nirvana, interruptions can happen at any given moment, but we can set the dial on how we respond to the noise. For in this sound, there is bliss. A powerful agency of positivity engineered to set the frequencies with higher dimensions.In light of this knowledge…I have set a decree called ‘I.D.B.W.N.’ Which is an acronym that simply says “Hehe – I Don’t Bump With Negativity”

In your face – You ain’t in my place. I could care less. Positivity is the best.
I am covered by the rose. I’ve been growing because I chose.
Which is why I Don’t Bump With Negativity –
It ain’t no friend of mine – its head rearing is a sign.
Lies and oracles of the past. My engagement won’t last.
You have seen slightly my misery, but I can’t afford your assumptive history.
Your teaching of a burden is an assignment that I must skip. If I listen long enough, you might think I’m giving you a tip.
Look both ways while crossing the street! You could get hit or maybe a swollen lip.
I can’t chance the dance with fire. There is no guarantee that I will be hired.
So – Hee, hee…I don’t bump with negativity

^^ Sometimes, I get into this cheesy narrative of rhyming simple words to maintain a sense of flow. HA!

 

THE DRAMA OF A COUGH

I realize drama is a narration of passionate expression.

It can have its fair share and be extra sometimes.

But, we both know we don’t have to tolerate it – even if the roots are passionate and sincere.

I’m going to drink another one, and we’ll be on our way with our day!

The Cough is Literally The Indicator To Your Inner Expressions. No Matter How Dramatic They Appear, Water Helps!

BALTIMORE – PRINCE! LISTEN NOW!

SO, I Don’t know?

In my Recent: Late Night Lucid Experiences – I was led to this.

(I got da call)

AND, I DON’T THINK IM DREAMING ANYMORE.

THIS IS LEGIT.

LISTEN AND ENJOY!

ALSO, YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO FOLLOW AND SHARE!avatars-000144828163-4o5nir-t200x200

https://twitter.com/prince3eg – I think Prince has something more to say! Follow him along with 3rdeyegirl on Twitter!

It’s pretty surreal! I’m the first person to follow him on Twitter.

What’s happening In The World?!

Awakening Conversation

We are learning carefully by each turning page. It seems there is a conversation among the act of leaving our bodies. The sense of resistance in the awakening minutes of R.E.M. We shall conquer and adhere to the goals.

We won’t be punished under fear,  now that we see the engagement for what it is. With clarity and determination, we are the closest we’ve ever been.

Power enriched in our veins as we steer through the roads for liberation. We are visibly free in our dreams, it is only when we awake we feel detained and stripped.

Feels Lucid…

There are pockets of usual distractions all around us, begging for our interest. When we learn to separate ourselves from the noise and vicious cycle of redundancy, we can achieve higher places. Something new and something real.

I awake, and I am enjoying the conversation that comes within R.E.M. Being aware of the exercise of the dream world, relinquishes the burden of the sloth that comes with this physical realm.

Suddenly: COOL CONTACT

It’s been COOL CONTACT realizing the powers that come with living in Minnesota. Suddenly, worlds are emerging and the waters are calming. Lately, I’ve been reminded by sound and kept by activity. SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED! I’m seeing at this point, stars and moving constellations.

 

Some efforts are paisley while others are at the gaze of suspense. I’m looking right into the future. It’s exciting, because of familiar faces.
She’s returned and with a host of divinity. It’s a bright sense of realization. Almost, like feet meeting sand again. It’s rich. A deep sense of multitude.

Music has always been a force in my life, but what pulls me the most about it, living here – is that I hear it more accurately. It seems to be more precise. More approximate. It’s literally in the veins of this city. I’ve stumbled on sudden contact in such great ways.

I am learning to process, and damn. It’s so exciting. Things become clear and strings are being responded with joy.

 

I can start several places, but I’m all the instruments playing at one time. Pianos, guitars, bongos, horns, and voices.

 

What can I say? I’m Jamming!
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Native Rapture Via X

For when I ascended into the Native Rapture, my mind and frame began to pose a description. Every now and then, she comes again, and the lessons you never forget. You become a Designated Fool as Sananda Maitreya put it.

There she goes speculating on someone
For her private school
There he is her next sugar daddy-o
Her designated fool
She’s a teacher of unbelievable skill
I once loved her and now I paying the bill

Right about now she’s regulating on someone
With her juicy groove
If papa comes quick
She’ll slow ’em down and teach ’em a textbook trick
Some advanced curriculum

She’s a master
At stimulating her class
I once loved her
I graduated too fast

Fool, because with her ALL her knowledge will likely terminate your missionary trip. That can’t be a bad thing, can it?

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From the tropical edge, and by the Native pledge – her colors are the foundation of life.

She comes to capture and with strong memories you’ve already ascended into her rapture.

Beyond the stars and passing around the crescent moon; here she has come not a moment too soon.

She reminds you of your vulnerable scales; like the time you thought dolphins were whales.

She always made you remember; science was the only everlasting December.

Her face was shades of colorful ambition; apertures and contrasts of tuition.

What a price you had to pay; for, with your concentrated stare, you have stepped into the gray.

Your mission has become the predator and the prey. 

To know you – means she must consume you, but only by her native woo.

Puzzle Haze!

 I helped my Grandfather move in today! That was fun but sad at the same time! You see my Pops has been living in New Orleans pretty much all his life, and moving here at 87 years old is going to be an interesting adventure for him.

 

To avoid a story that can go on and on, Just watch this:

While unpacking, I could not help but look at some of the items he brought with him. Not considering all of the hats I noticed, (Which I hope to have one of his soon) I noticed his leaf blower! My grandfather is so familiar with cutting his own grass, trimming his own lawn, and blowing the excess weeds and trimmings he forgot that his new Apartment Complex does all the work for him. When my mom asked him about it, he seemed to forget those days are over. There was a sense of loss that catered to his expression and I can’t help but feel that now. Texas, for me, has always been like eating a bowl of soup with a fork. Let’s just say New Orleans is a city of Utensil making, and spoons are the least of those creations unless of course, you are eating a bowl of Gumbo.

I can’t help but miss those days,  where he and I would work. WORKING is all my Grandfather has ever known! Working for my grandfather meant sweating and eating a proper Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Stories which my mind ponders in extreme jubilation! He stayed in New Orleans even after Hurricane Katrina, and it wasn’t until his brother passed away until he made the decision to move out to Texas with us. It’s strange because New Orleans would never be the same without him.

A Puzzle, within a Haze, I wrote about it earlier this year, when I heard the news about my Pops selling the house. I’m not sure how it exactly relates to my Grandfather but there is emotion belonging to the pieces even if they are hazy.

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Don’t puzzle the haze, and continually more calmly, swallow the craze.

Interpretations, the scriptures unfold.

Wrapping you consciously – They Mold.

Thoughts of limitless bound, heights that are taken from the ground.

Measures and pieces within me are within you – Blindly to sound.

They’re checking you out, with fashionable ambition.

They deny: if you will complete the mission.

Hold it closely, and never pardon the gift entrusted.

Build up within it – for your blessing should never be mistrusted.

Grant it, the fire to burn and consume every alienated principle of right.

Remember the fire is the light which by the screams of bright – are visions which began in the night!

Threatened Perplexity (XES)

The verbal proposal is laid out on the table. I find myself in joy as I actually entertain the thoughts of perplexed passion, in an exotic abyss.

I’ve been awarded a trophy, but I have never even run the race for a prize. I simply ran because I convinced myself; a monster of annihilation beckoned, my very existence.

I’ve never been one to go into the closets of life; I rather become threatened by the horror of those who have the power to conclude my every direction.

If that direction; supplements the aimlessness of my race; my championship is won. The race is not in vain; my legs have threatened the pavement I stand on.

I remember writing that piece soon after the proposal was laid out before me and these past days I’ve examined the wonder of sex. AHH! SEX IN THE SUMMER – GETTING IT ON! It’s a perplex situation that indeed is threatening. I don’t care how good the sex is; YOU won’t change that person’s personality. They’ll still dance to their own DNA of motive! Their motive doesn’t have to be parallel or symmetrical to you, but what does that matter, if you don’t know, what’s under the floor?! I believe it is very important, to examine that EVEN as sex can be the best, it does not change someone’s life. NOW if you just want to have sex, then go ahead, but please consider the risks. Preparation is crucial! This might seem perplexing, but what is more, a greater threat than to allow your emotions to swallow you whole.

IF sex is what creates the bliss of ecstasy,  there must be something under the floor; a foundation. If you just start at SEX at the beginning, then that will be expected in the middle and end. AND can you really get angry, if somebody you hardly know,  finds out they don’t like you..after you intend to pursue a relationship with them? Not really, because if their true indulgence is what you gave to them through an exercise of the physical, it was not enough to keep them around.

I’ve always looked at conversation over the course of multiple periods, to set a relationship. If I just enter the sugar walls, then how can a focus be determined outside of that? Sex backward is XES.

Which sets the tone for your next step.

X = Unknown Causes

E = Evokes

S = Space

FORWARD OR BACKWARD IS THE ANSWER. Which one would you rather understand?

The Dance (MUTED HEARTBEATS)

The Dance.

YES!

Don’t you love it when someone is able to capitalize on the exact emotions that you feel at your heart so closely? Sometimes when the ‘Word’ is sent forth, the composition is lowercased, until THE CAPITAL transcends what is lowercased. I am very familiar with this DANCE. Thank you Sylina for writing such a piece that capitalizes the very notion of where I Stand.

To accompany this piece, I am reminded of something I wrote that is similar entitled ‘Muted Heartbeats’

You scream and tear the shreds; into consequential items of neglectfulness.

These shreds are remnants of what has become of my love.

I’m no longer given to the reasoning of persistent battle; my heart is restless.

The urgency which once compelled me to create action has lost its fervor.

You are holding on to the example of the championship, I once delivered to you, but I have put down my sword.

I engage in the activity of complexity, by allowing our interests to dance within miles.

As I walk daily to the deserts of sweat; my efforts are begged for thirst.

I express to myself the wonder which vehemently places discord between us.

This muted threat is louder than all of the greatness combined.

Its ‘lack’ is the weight of overload and sickness.

In the elements of goodness; I am sharply reminded of these knives.

It is actually in the laughter in which your spirit decides; that kindles my fractured soul.

These testimonies of agony; brings me to regret as I shape them each rising day.

These muted heartbeats remain in my body; to speak of your boisterous heartbeat.

But are we to mute the sounds of life because we wish to forget the beat of our heavy hearts?

 

Robotic Landscapes (Sticky Style)

Lighting up the pyramids to the labyrinth of sequenced change in order to develop a suggested pattern of sight.welcomes a robotic sequence!

Welcome, a robotic sequence!

Swift motions of old realizations welcome the spoken future of lusts!

The wires which transfer power are authorized by the autonomous behavior of program efficiency!

The consequence of machinery births a function without a fulfilled code of ethics and human function.

Within the command of a remote access, privacy is exposed as the eyes of laziness makes known its curiosity.

The horizon of cells has become disposed of in exchange for languages of guided and program agencies of service.

As the tissues are embedded within the wheels of motion, the landscapes pantomimes the expression of livelihood.

(Behold now the strategy of the robotic landscape, as the mentions of sovereignty take flight; the will of human motion is strengthened as intelligence is gained through the remembrance of initial programs.)

Machinery & Plastic Simplicity

The ‘Internet’ is representative of the media, THE Media is a Cartoon Fantasy, that is on the left.

The right is on ‘Plastic Simplicity’ those things of nature that we can fully exercise within the outside.

The machinery on THE LEFT always consists of metal, pins, keys, etc. The broach is on the left side while the cufflink is placed as well. This goes the same for my keys, watches, etc…This machinery represents the designed faculty of society today. The evolution of technology, the computer age, the media institution. I wear this pin, to represent the need of dissecting the anatomy of what’s being presented in the media today, Why we need to be careful hearing/seeing anything from the ‘machine’ we dance to every day with our fingers as we type & record ourselves on this broadcasted social network.

Now to THE RIGHT…we Have The side with Buttons, armbands, this is the LESS busy side of my attire. I’ve created this side for representation of the link of simplicity in contrary to what goes on in the left side machine. I like to call it plastic simplicity because buttons are used more commonly than cufflinks and machines. It’s an ornament, that is the most common fastener, which brings whatever is torn together.

I’ve found this as a way to express my Representative nature, what better way to do this BUT through clothing?

What Comes Next is a meeting of new faculties.

In the night while I slept; I did indeed envision the memory of travel and suspense! This will be a great adventure! Filled with wonder and surprise! I’m ready for the smile! It doesn’t seem like it is happening but it actually starts sooner than I imagined! I’m on my way out to the land of promise and ecstasy!

….More will unfold!

WHERE AM I GOING?

EUROPE!

This will be my third trip and it always makes me so happy and ready for all that is come! I’m going to surprise Miss X! NOTHING ON THE INTERNET IS A SURPRISE.But the love is written in the skies above! This is our destiny!

Summarized Notion of Thought: I have little to say because this space is filled with anticipation!

Infallible Gestures – Travel To Nola

Given by the immutable realizations of primitive presentations, one has only visualized the actions of physicality. What is already known is spoken by the suggestive mind. When one bears the fruit off of the tree, a voice will command words repeating after growth and intention. (1+1+1 is 3) There is no denial upon the posture of every position of the business. One has become possessed with a silence due to the arrangement of infallible gestures. Being unable to pronounce the poses and significant details of fashion; there is only the undeniable reality of subjective judgment.For a little while.

In the quality of time and definition, there is room for space and acknowledgment of Silence.

I traveled to Nola to BREATHE because virtually everything in Texas had me coughing! I went on a Megabus which I must add is a perfect way to travel for insanely cheap prices! I traveled with my sister and my niece, ROUND-TRIP from Dallas Texas – Houston Texas – New Orleans it cost me around 12 dollars! No Jokes! With Free Wifi, warm atmosphere, and NO Stops! They really give Greyhound a run for their money! I can go into details but I don’t want to get carried away; it was simply a blessing to find out about their site as I purchased the tickets the same day I heard about it. LOL. Imagine how cheap it is if you book in advance! So I went on my way for two weeks! July 13 – July 30!

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Being in New Orleans this time felt out of place because I did not have Miss X with me. She was with me this time last year for essentially the whole time! I stayed with my best friend Toi, whose family is my family! They treated me so well, and every day we arose to the horizon of bright and shifting stars!

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Every day was fully convinced with a practice of suspense! I never knew what to expect as the random stars collided into a mansion of promises! It’s safe to say I enjoyed everything there and it really enlarged my cheeks! I laughed so much and created memories that will remain forever! “DON’T SAY THAT PASTOR”/ PEOPLE ARE SOMETHING, YOU GOTTA TO WATCH EM’/ SHA NO/MARY HAD A BABY…OOO MY LAWD” So many things I created and resolved

“DON’T SAY THAT PASTOR”/ PEOPLE ARE SOMETHING, YOU GOTTA TO WATCH EM’/ SHA NO/MARY HAD A BABY…OOO MY LAWD” So many things I created and resolved to be there. I can’t count all of the events as they are so large and engulfed with details of information.

The bowl was full with fruition, and it was SUPER!

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Being In New Orleans demonstrated on a high scale, the passion and sincerity in the night. I was reminded of the bridge of ordinary and peculiar realizations. I never knew what to expect being there as everything was given a sense of spontaneity on levels I never imagined. Everyday, was eventful and sharpen my understanding of what it meant to be on vacation. I certainly could not breathe just around beauty, it would be more effective to carry myself in the lens of understanding. My stomach craved for more of the time that was soon going to enter another dimension. There was a time, when the shadows of echoed memories, left an innuendo of old practiced ANNOYANCE. I could not seem to grasp the gravity of why things went they way they played out. I heard so many voices, and I never knew exactly the freedom I have been given. I became paranoid at the the mention of stationary living, and I still am. Being in New Orleans brought everything to where I am now. 

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At the time when I heard the ‘Infallible Gestures’ come to me, I really did not understand the extent of what it meant, because I was possessed with a silence at the time. Now this silence has ceased, and I have realized the unmistakable presence of those things which have remained in motion. I know now, not to share with everyone your business as some may become like the media, leeching to whatever hint, to assume and create reason why they KNOW where you should go and what you should say. These gestures which are authentic are unable to be removed due to their eternal motion. It’s the story of love which convinced me to hold to those things which reasoning has no time for. We can’t reason the cause of anger all of the time, we say its gesture and we often conceive a thought based on it’s life. but truly it’s all a rotational of landscaping.

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Summarized Notion of Thought: As the gestures move and speak on a level of love, fully speak to the relation of strategies. Don’t be afraid to use the color from above, extend mercy and follow in the execution of Justice. As the planets come to find themselves of the orbits of your universe, PLANET and write it down so that the lesson may involve itself in your heart. As hesitation creeps in the heart of a suggestion prediction, remind yourself of the one who is love, the one who starts and ends; in the middle of your wonder. Alpha and Omega, knowing in faith and grace we are kept in security!

Orchestrated Intentions

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Life has a funny way of demonstrating its intentions. The one behind the veil really is the one who orchestrates the story.

I’ve realized the reason to ponder mentions of sovereignty. When one reins the innermost areas of your mind; their scent is what causes a passion for their setting. Avoiding the palace of present stories establishes the realities of desires which may embrace your heart. No one quite understands the full complexity of love as it flows through the medium of simple conversation. When one talks to a persuasion which causes them to question love or the very form of it, they are contaminated with mystery and desire. In the brilliance of silence, one manages to rest in the thought of what causes action. I’ve begun to cling to a surreal identity that has a name and a memory. Traveling into the timeless palaces, bring forth a feeling of an enterprise.

I remember when I said this 6/22/10:”I feel very honored to realize what beauty is to me. It’s more than just a wow factor. More than an inclination of passion, beauty has performed before the eyes of mystery, only to reveal its revelation! It’s paradise found! There is a city I travel to every day and moment of the very second! I will call it the city of X/ X-Factor for now. In this city, the measure of the equation already gives definition to reality. I can expound on it all day! I’m very much honored to have this now! I owe it all to the X Factor!”

The ‘X’ factor can often be a variable which suggests mystery but when one discovers the formula, the equation is not even bothersome. It is in this confession of intention, where I belong under the order of orchestration. When one thinks about the mindless cycles of talented tendencies; they begin to look forward to the sounds of joy and pain. In this effect, giving birth remains and shadows a supernatural experience.

Looking into the rainbows of the sky one can see color has carried on the bedspread of the clouds. The ultra-violet lights of the sun have made visible bright expectations. It’s a scenario where the stars, moon, and sun belong to me. In the nucleus of my own galaxies, I have already become distant to earthly forces. I will make known an invisible promise to my own self. Silence brings sleeping memories and encourages informative desires. What is now will always be; for I have learned the motion of company. I feel pretty close to my will now, and my representation of meaning means realistic.

Summarized Notion Of Thought:  The symphonies of deliberate innuendos gives the music a melody that is hidden in the rhythmic harmony. Think about it like this; the deeper our understanding for the degrees of light makes us apprehensive to look into the eyes of the light. I know now, our capacities to arise on the landscape of what is real depends on our focus. 

An Invitation To Memories Passed

Here’s to the invitation that was sent by the realization of the door to the ‘New World’. There was a time when people counted days and measured qualities of time by the associations of the responses of a wide array of people.

Today, marks May 1, 2012. AND today earlier while I was at work, the dawn of memory swept at my door. What you are doing now has the capacity to become a memory that changes every scope of your life. When you are in love, the melody that person plays is a memory that is perfectly in tune. The reminiscence of those memories stalks you, like a predator.

Just last year, my girl and I were living in a house that is was burned down. We created some of our most intimate moments in that house. It started out as an accident to come there, but it quickly became a fixed purpose for two weeks. It made us completely reliable and focused on our relationship. Food, transportation, and intimacy became a new question and adventure for us.

I can just think about some of the many memories, that have passed which makes my tears stain my cheeks.

We were on the bus, traveling and living a life full of serene and explosive details which make up the best picture now.

After the memories have dawned, we have a new expectation.

THIS starts now! Right now, we are going, to begin with, an intellectual pivot.

The plates are merging harder and the lava spills on the site that brings photosynthesis. The energy and sunlight all create a misery of ancient misunderstandings. STILL, there is an intellectual pivot, that dives deeper into the joy of slothfulness. Time all makes this impossible encouraged to resort to nothing.

I look forward to engaging in some of these plates of thought with you guys here. This will be more personal and direct than any of my other blogs such as:

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This is an alternative. One with much more color and antique design!

You’re invited! Come & Let’s Flow!

Summarized Notion For Thought: When you think about what is deep, and what cries for growth, we can think about the blood racing so that it is replenished. It feels good to run and find ourselves at the sight of what’s attractive, once we are naked.

We need not be covered.