Awh-Gust! (Angles & Angels)

TAKE A LISTEN IF YOU CARE NOT READ – I ADDED A COUPLE OF EFFECTS FOR YOUR PLEASURE! ❤

welcomed into “Awh – GUST” with a BUST that required me to raise my HAND! this feeling is one that leads like a BAND!

among the predictability of noise, melody always finds its way to the top. a groove that can’t be forged or traded for naught. ‬there’s always something to call our attention towards. in fact, very rarely are we afforded the ability to not be working. laziness is a comfort trip but even with that, there’s a need for your body to stretch. sitting still too long will tense up muscles and distort your awareness cycles.

everything around you will become a buttery framework, if not restored by proper rest and play. BUTTERY FRAMEWORK? try holding onto something that’s encoded with butter. as it turns out things are slippery when wet. 😀

if we can harness the realms of time, with respect to productivity and satisfying engagement with the work we must do – we wouldn’t be out of energy. sometimes we are scattered like dice into the land of 0z. l00king to be found by the wizard of the willowing wh0? if laughter may begin to undress the irony in life’s eye // we would never want to awaken from this symphonic lullaby!

new things are daily things. a trip into grace. a fall into splendor. what can be told from the voice of an angel and angle? shall you fall with me into a trippy series of angles and angels? awh- gust, another one has bitten the dust!

deliveries of armed feathered symphony’s arrived on my doorstep! OPEN UP, I COMMAND THEE! the queen screamed without a sound – she only widened her eyes until she became the flying and the one that could not. he dared to hide but knew he would be found. for she could not only see him she also read him from top to bottom. she knew him from a dream that he had yet to awaken from.

I WILL LOCK YOU UP THIS TIME – SO THAT YOU NEVER GETAWAY. I WILL KEEP YOU BOUND TO A MOUNTAIN LIKE WASTE IF YOU REFUSE ME! THE SUN WILL GO BLACK AND THE RAIN WILL WATER YOUR TREASURED SEED. ( BUT NOT BEFORE YOU DO THE DEED!) Command first a reason! I shall not tempt the dread of going empty! he replied.

don’t you wanna know what all of this MEANS?…

among the predictability of noise, melody always finds its way to the top. a groove can’t be forged or traded for naught. ‬melodies stemming from the sacred flower. providing truth to power and dancing to the feet. spine-tingling sensations speaking through the ebb and stretched flow. ‪‪those that remain silent are saying A LOT. those that are speaking are saying something but not much different from yesterday. ‬

depending on what those words are from the angel, a need to redefine your angle may serve you a more aligned approach.

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Ambiguous Windows

The rise of the enchanting normal
Separates the odd and the desolate
Ambiguous windows are imagination’s fate

I know that revelation is out there
I can sense the tap on my shoulder
Once turning away from it – the touch persisted and became older
I Can’t find the source of my irritation
Might it be the mind leading me to imagination?

The windows of my confessions are ambiguous
The doors to my certainty are locked away
The key to my access is chained to a combination of gray

Everybody’s looking for a story to relate
Looking at a situation that encourages them to no longer wait
Although I can play recommended part
I can’t convince myself to start

The windows of my confessions are ambiguous
The doors to my certainty are locked away
The key to my access is chained to a combination of gray

When lost to the present idea – I’m pulled by the culture of group think
Everyone abiding by their own ink
If we can believe our own rosy illusion
Why should we run away at confusion

I’ve looked in the mirror far too less
My reflection is anyone’s guess
I much rather look out the window to find anything that can be
Imagination removes the veil and sets us free

Obsession With Filling (Feeling) The Page

I gotta feel what I’m writing. In search of this ‘feeling’, I’ve had to wrestle with just how much I’m writing on a page. If I write too little will people think I had little to say? If I write too much – got damn, I’m on my Jester Rants! (Btw, my YouTube channel will resurrect with more content this year!)

I want to win but I know losing is literally trying to find out what people like/want. Trying to fit in what people expect is much like the weather. It changes from day to day, although it’s much easier to know your target market through proper analytics! I must heed this while breaking into new areas.

The motivation, inspiration, and persuasion have always been a wavy sense of connection. I’m an explorer and the more I Search – I see an undeniable encoding in various life experiences.

The more I dig, the greater this connection speaks to me. As I’m writing this – I’m already seeing several ways this blog is gonna go. How do I maintain my focus without losing the ‘feeling’?

You feel me?

It’s important to chase the feeling and follow it wherever it leads you. As of now – my thoughts are leading me to fill the space. We don’t have to keep writing but the more I do – the closer I am to getting to my point.

The lines are drawn and the door is open. The more I write what I feel, the clearer I see how everything is connected. After all, buttons Connect and that’s why we button up our shirts. The symbols I see in everyday interaction come to life through my words. My words will become a platform for discovering the hidden and visible.

I find that at times, I’m caught in between the insufferable *but pleasurable* thigh of allegory and innuendo. I enjoy the warm embrace of making sense out of philosophical possibilities. This can be a task too daunting for my readers. It makes you read a lens not so commonly visited. You stand to benefit with this-this is a remix. Something that’s already been said but my way.

2018 is here and already 14 Days Into it, I’ve had to put in the work before it arrived. I use to say “I always am writing” but this couldn’t be further from the truth. I can’t always write otherwise – I wouldn’t have time to process, read, or observe. What is true though – is I can encourage myself to write with knowledge of a paycheck or simple creative fun. Getting into the habit of writing helps me contextualize those random words that always seem to float somewhere.

This year – I am taking more seriously the notion that I’m writing a book. I’m gonna need your help. It won’t write itself but the basis of it is already laid out.

I’m excited to share with you what more my pen will reveal. After all – It’s all about writing until the pens run out! Only this time – I ain’t doing it just to fill the page as long as I’m feeling it, the hope is that you will too!

Bless up!

JESTER’S GUMBO! INCLUDING: ANTS, PENNIES, + OTHER RANDOM ROOTS!

It’s been a long time since I made a Gumbo video, but this time around I had a few more ingredients to deliver. Follow the suspense, and remember THE SMILE in the midst of all Improvised Frequency – Follow the lead, and you know, LISTEN.