Tag Archives: Believe
Inspired
Inspired to go somewhere.
To fly into the presence of persuasion.
To count the stars while breathing in the dust from starlight pyramids.
I’m looking to find deep treasures buried in the bowl of my intent.
I’m not always ready to face the monster of realization because it taunts imagination.
I can clearly see where I’m gonna be.
I can taste the freshest waters of futuristic manifestation.
Yet here I stand.
Frail with a desire to move but lacking the gas and stimulation needed to cough up a revival of the chase.
When one can feel the power of intensity one then realizes the goal of emphasis.
The Word is moving upon my lips, and my vision is multiplying into endless translations.
My life is turning into a maze of possibilities.
Never before have doors become reflections of interest.
In the heat of my incentive, I’m inspired to reach places unseen before.
I’m following the trail of ancestral geometry.
The guide of the stars is mapped by close study of arrival.
I’ve been preparing myself.
I’m having to really trust myself more than ever.
I’ve always had people tell me I’m capable and I really believe it – but now I’m having to put that in motion.
Something about being 24 // Love is serving me some demands.
I’m just having to trust that all of this study is gonna pay off.
(Which I know it will) it’s just my experiences are teaching me a lot about myself.
New things are happening.
Still dealing with this and dealing and that.
Now more than ever my perception is being framed by my experiences and actions.
I’m inspired to redeem that which was lost.
To mend that what was invisibly broken, but now clearly seen in lines ahead.
Inspired to be.
Inspired for the sake of inspiration.
Inspired because there is work ahead.
I’m inspired because there is a fire in the motivation of silent motion.
Sonic Blister(s)
To believe what is actual, not being deceived by how it appears. Sure, our frames of perception can be colorful and wide; but if we are gonna make a factual statement about another subject….It’s best to be sure to check the mathematics of your analysis.
Look Twice, Homie!
In the best of passion, we are often arrested in our own thrills. Caught in the rapture of our meaning and forgetful to the other side of the pole. This happens to the best of us. Our voice and more (visibly) our words are devices of construction. We are building a universe by the words we speak and by the intent we set. When having a conversation fueled with passion and dedication, remember to share the ball. If not, conversation becomes a sport and we begin to rectify Shakespeare’s Monologues. Caught up in our own whirlwinds of speech, cutting aimlessly in the air, making all of the scores.
“Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief thetown-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and begeta temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but
inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have sucha fellow whipped for o’erdoing Termagant; it
out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.”
– Hamlet: Act 3, Scene 2
I remember having to remember that monologue in theater class, and it’s always stayed with me. 😀
I could only imagine those on stage back then, would sometimes get caught up in the drama of the moment. Going way too far into their passions, and using their hands and body with too much weight and detail. Which Shakespear was not too fond of. He understood the need of temperance, which would allow a sort of smoothness. He wanted to avoid at all cost, the act of ‘Trying Too Hard’.
Maybe Shakespeare knew, people could see right through the act, and it was determined to sway through the disappointment of overdoing it.
This sets a remarkable parallel to the act of exercising on our madness. We can be thrown into our own passions at quite the cost, and this gives way to Sonic Blisters.
What are Sonic Blisters?
Sound trapped in some kind of emotional cut, and when we feel the cut, we scream. We act on the drama that we experience and are honest to whatever the feeling brings forth. If it’s frustration, it’s frustration. If it’s kindness, it’s kindness. Sometimes we can bleed too far into the outrage and it becomes overwhelmingly too much – but these blisters are controlled through sound.
Looking Twice // Listening Closely.
Signature Discovered
I have a KNEW signature and it discovers itself through the writing of my hand. I can write with anticipation because I am found through what is seen!
I can write with anticipation because I am found through what is seen!
Eye see apprehensions being tickled by the feather of unconsciousness.
He who hallucinates the prowess of the text has been discovered by the letters.
Again you’ve awakened from the dream and have seen the transcending light.
So we have walked passed the stars and constellations, being marked by a sharper virtue of knowledge.
Suddenly we are being approached by the casting realms which swallow us whole.
Our bellies are left starved for food, anticipating the consumption of eternal ingredients.
With what our eyes see, the chakras are being passed within us and our mind understands the shapely dominion.
Creatures of old visit us in the dreams of our silent awareness, they come with formulas and portions healing and solving our mathematical adventure.
They have the hearts of children, teaching in honest anticipation of the answer.
Their eyes are being lit up by the expedition of our journey.
Sojourning with mirrors of context and true believability we see the likeness of all we meet.
The sounds I have begun to understand have covered me in the code that is out there!
The compass is no longer jaded by measures of our own self-discovery.
The alignments are not willing to wait but to join within the noise.
Thoughts which desire to add only takes away from what is already there.
Wholly the figures are ONE, without elimination but with a signature embrace.