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Smooth Telekinesis
Recently, I saw some of the movie ‘Chronicle’ released in 2012′. I did not feel the need to watch the whole movie because I pretty much got the point very early. (some movies warn you fairly what you’re gonna get – can’t spoil what’s already left on the table)
Basically: A couple of dudes enter a cave where they discover something that looked like magic crystals which gave them the power of telekinesis.
Telekinesis also known, as psychokinesis is the ‘supposed ability to move or deform inanimate objects, as metal spoons, through mental processes.
As you could imagine what would happen to anyone who discovered this amount of power – they went wild!
It started out really cool and simple until gradually they upgraded their skills by moving automobiles and even flying in the sky.
They were able to transform the mind into something beyond their wildest imaginations. *Well not,” completely unimaginable because they end up doing it but they probably did all of it faster than they expected*. There were considerable consequences of course because of the irresponsibility of the power they possessed.
It got me thinking of the power of telekineses. This was always the one power, I always wanted as a child. I always said if I had that kind of power, I’d be smooth as hell with it.
I do think on the handsome occasion if the opportunity afforded – I’d walk into the room with complete pop and flash and rage with my telekinesis.
However, for the most part – taming myself with that kind of power only seems reasonable. What’s the point in showing off and making a fool of ourselves – when you can create a sense of magic by being smooth in your telekinesis?
Unless you want to stunt! Which is what happens to a lot of people when they encounter new energy. They may wish to stunt on everybody from family, friends, strangers, to haters! The burning desire to be seen and respected is an attitude mostly grounded in a series of misunderstandings surrounded by a name.
That’s the thing about capitalism, the ladder at the top means refusing and exploiting those at the bottom. (SORRY TO BOTHER YOU does a great job at bringing to light the exploitation of companies.)
When you operate in smooth telekinesis, you can do a lot by not doing much! All the numbers are whole. When it comes along, be ready ~ for the flow. Don’t be misled through the age of wow and fast. Take it easy and be smooth!
Enter the room like a rant that won’t stop until the audience finishes laughing. I can’t always remember where I left off. THE PRESSURE IS ON to be cognizant of what is around.
There’s that book // all the way over there! I won’t get to the destination until revelation finds acceptance and space willing to be filled. When there is an empty room with an inadequate company – why not introduce it to a NEW assembly!?
I should mention that psychokinesis has been largely criticized due to the lack of evidence. I haven’t personally, seen anyone have the ability in the physical realm to move things without interacting with them. Consciousness is built on chemical reactions bumping into one another. We rely on our physical interaction to get a task done. Machines of all varieties helping you get things done – but we all use our minds first!
The brain you can’t see. It’s hidden from the visible spectrum but is very much in control.
Before you see it, you can move it in your brain and write it out in a CIRCLE, Square, or TRY-angle. By being smooth with it, you’re saying it all without saying much.
All of this is another way of saying: You can be all that with a bag of chips and with flaring confidence to match!
Cursed Belonging
Cursed be the memory that led me to you – it was an illusion
A trick of the mind which entered me like a toxic pollution
The pollinated air and well-trained disguise guided me by making me adaptive
Those allergies produced a cough and itch that’s prisoned me captive
How could I ever resist that infallible rose
A token of blossom laced with the protection of the thorns which are clothes
I’m cut by the tender clinch
Reminded yet again that everything we hold requires us not to flinch
A forged experience completely entwined by a complex tribe
If we only listened to the call of the shadows – Would this still be a bribe?
Now, I’m like a ghost wishing to belong to a world opposite of the dream
Steady longing for those sketches of empty frames which scream
Envisioning to be filled yet again with color and personality
The curse of belonging is a memory from the heart of commonality but not factuality
Candy Feathers // Rainbow Forgery
The colors you bring to my mind are filled with delight and cream. I can only dream and dream when my eyes go to sleep. You’re simply what I want.
Can you be obtained, and when I finally taste of your colors – will you avenge me and forge my sensation?
Ketchup is noticeably on your clothes. You eating sloppy so slow down! This Narrative of consumption focuses on the color that comes with your favorites foods. Candy invites the dream – it entices the desire to gain with its every bite, before you know it you’ll be flying high. Just make sure your colors aren’t forged.
Redemption.
You excite me and make my thoughts – spend into suspension.
All of you.
I can’t deny what I wanna make you feel.
I wanna cause your actions to form into a battle.
Literally paralyzing you into a web of sticky cream.
Then I want to get rid of your syrup by sentencing your lips with the weapon of my passion.
Pouring into you sections – I haven’t shown to anyone.
But my youthful self when I first realized, how bad I wanted a girl like you.
Badly like the oceans – I seek to calm you in the midst of your trauma.
Again I wanna become a slave to your spell.
I want you to look at me so I can surrender my reservations to you.
Giving you my jokes and camaraderie so that your laughter is a temptation of undress.
Confess!
Confess so I can heal you by the meditative forgiveness I must pardon to you.
For the blasphemy of your presence writes onto the walls the need for redemption.
If my passions resurrect a savior to your transgressions – follow me into this bliss.
Heaven is our journey and we are saints as we relinquish into the fire of paradise.
Inspired BY The Muse Of Native Land.
Commanded Normality
When one contaminates the burdens of youthful skills.
The Remembrance of those thoughts will suggest a feeling of passions which may bring on a scary pivot of returning.
As time is indefinite why even bother to enter the door when the distance kills everything closer to the quick fix. I have learned to bother the will of my mind by simply entertaining the focus of what is primitive and ethereal.
I have learned to bother the will of my mind by simply entertaining the focus of what is primitive and ethereal.
The war has channeled a flow of weapons, medicines, and most importantly uniforms. It is in this overflow one begins to question what should be used first? Talking to the commander of timeless negotiations of the union, only leaves those in a fight in anxiety.
I’ve looked into the future and have yielded to the wisdom of traveling. In my mind and heart; I know I will come home. When one signs their name on the dotted line, they are told to read clearly the details of what they are about to sign. Giving up your name for the sake of keeping merit of your name. There rests in the prayer of faith, a hint of loneliness which conveys a sense of unprotected fulfillment. But when one seeks to expose this hint, they’re left with an excuse of surreal contact. Change becomes the metaphor of an eye, while it is seen from a far distance, its invisibility is also shown when the eye is asleep. Inside the notion which develops a scent of rebellion there lays the practice suspense in exchange for temporal mismanagement. When the bags are packed, and the ride for paradise clarity is soon reached – one begins the challenge of survival. Surviving in the elements which are enriched with skill and confidence, no one is reminded of the forces of heartache. These things quickly dissolve and are turned into joy, as they were not expected to soon come. The arrival of confidence while within clarity assures the promise in the distance. The appetite of a theory is served the will of a commanded normality.
Summarized Notion Of Thought: You risk becoming a victim of your own contradiction when you compromise to no longer value truth as coming from an outside source. BASICALLY: Truth stands naked and exposed and if you are embarrassed. Maybe you should take off your clothes. Because that’s how everyone else already sees you.