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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.

og art piece in the middle (originally conceptualized in 2015) it took 7 years to finalize!

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.

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anyways: THE GREAT BIG ESCAPE

looking to find all of the buttons scattered within my mind…

(some reside in the odd corner of 3 n’ 9)

the rest are vacant by 2 n’ 6 with open even tricks

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anyways….

as many suspicions rely on a freaky obscenity 

shoulders are then encouraged to shuffle with amenity

shrugging against the monster which urged them to undress

a fear which quickly transformed their compress

anyways…

now the steam is reasonably provoked & mean

cuz the command was found boiling hot

strings then, wired and tied into a frustratingly difficult knot!

ANYWAYS, this is : THE GREAT BIG ESCAPE! also known as tHe gRaPe & DiP sHaPe, but more clearly understood to be as when one’s gate is rigged against, its fate!

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 ….

LMNO P

Jester J · LMNOP (The Song)

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lmnopee

ooo, ooh – Wee !

h20 got me buzzing – like – a – BEE!

Could this mean – I gotta LMNOPEEE? 

i been DRINKING and THINKING – while springing – like – a – TREE!

COULD THIS MEAN – I GOTTA LMNOPEE?

i guess you can say – i’m – sipping – too much – of the -TEA?

cOuLd tHiS mEaN i GoTta lmNoPeEe???

juicy equations and – caffeinated – senselessness has deliriously filled ME!

Could this mean – I gotta LMNOPEEE? 

the parking lot is FULL – and i’m urgently tempted to FLEE!

COULD THIS MEAN – I GOTTA LMNOPEE?

cOuLd tHiS mEaN i GoTta lmNoPeEe???

(L)

Listening: to the movement of the ocean, as the tidal waves back. hello again to the friend of my every day and ongoing thirst. on the line but not speaking only listening.

(M)

Moving: into circulation with the wear and tear of the ongoing molded cycle. flowing and going with where the trail leads. step by step the dance is harmonized as space continues to pace in between.

(N) 

Napping: to rest and heal from the ongoing pull of active and stagnant proclivity. to calm the immunity through peaceful zzz’s. sudden bouts of sleep stabilizes the active subconsciousness.

(O)

Orbiting: spinning with my modem ran at a stable speed. going around again to replenish because energy is being dispensed rapidly. loosing but gaining simultaneously as what’s given must also be received.

(P)

P : pressing into the power which publishes the paper I’ve been writing. pulled by the persistent push to spill the pill. i’d be penalized by embarrassment if provoked to sudden punch, pinch, and peal.

B Right back i got to LMNOPEEE

stacked and bloated – I’m just attempting to be free!

B right back I got to LMNOPEEE

DON’T RUSH

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running?
if you are gonna run to get there: make sure you don’t rush. as to not flush your energy and your sound mind. think of staying hydrated, for you are using way more energy. you gonna need way more energy in return! make sure your muscles are not tense and your body is well exercised. stay in tune with what kind of shoes you are wearing, you don’t want to run on an empty soul.

walking?
if you are gonna walk to get there: make sure your comfortable. stride with a strut of direction. yield to the flow of traffic. walk rhymes with talk. these two things working together is what promotes a healthy slide. the slide can become more smooth when given bounce. before you know it, the walk and talk – becomes a dance.

dancing?
if you are gonna dance to get there: follow with the flow of the melody or get loose without a care to who or what is around. *this may mean rubbernecking and eyes in influx…if you gonna step on some toes, you may get a biscuit and side piece of who knows?*

whose in the better position to open the door? all of us. at any point in our search for meaning, some roads take longer and some mean more work and attention. when all is said and done – we’re all turning the knob. Some may break the door down all together without consideration of looking for the key.

YOU MAY GET SOME MONEY.

YOU MAY BE BLOWN UP.

YOU MAY MEET LUXURY.

THE DESIGN OF WHAT’S NEXT MEANS…

D O
N O T
R U S H

just blush.

kiss the s p a c e between white and plush.

don’t fuss.

argue not with a desire to win.

plant your seeds with a confident grin.

find the time.

for destiny awaits you even when your rhyme is broken.

lost visions but found dreams can still be your token.

VIBE

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How often do you hear and see “Sending you love and good vibes!” Most of us get the love part. That much seems obvious. It’s the fluffy nonexplainable stuff. But Good Vibes? There’s a host of things that may mean.

What is a vibe?

To put it simply, ‘Vibe’ is short for Vibration. Sound creates an enormous amount of vibrations. Some may make you dance. Some may encourage introspection like jazz tends to do for me. Some vibrations may ignite a mood which then excites candles and incense (&cream). Vibrations tend to be good because if you find the right one, you’re cool. You don’t often hear vibes spoken about without the ‘good’ included. This seems to imply that vibes can be bad as well.

Bad vibes don’t tend to stay around because you can turn the channel quickly. Nonetheless, vibrations are generally good to send out. But how do we achieve this anyway? Can the other person really feel these vibes?

I do not wish good vibes for flash and huff but for an additional voice of confidence. You got this! Slipping and falling is not merely defined by a miscalculated downfall rather a hiccup in direction. If your strut is pretending to convey more than its pep, change your step! (PepInYourStep) A trip can inspire the hip to dance or the feet to keep still to not fumble in darkness. When the music is cool the dance remains and these vibrations can be useful insights into the creation of our ambitions.

Vibes are about connecting to that one source (or many) through the freedom of sharing!

If ‘good vibes’ could be sent out in the mail, I’d make sure it was wrapped in your favorite wrapping paper! I’ll make sure you can easily open the gift without tearing it.

Good Vibes is sharing the best vibration that is useful to your Body and Mind and in that Spirit….

Follow through with the sound and play ahead!

B0unce 0n 10

Picture it: An elastic trampoline stretched on a very wide surface. You were just dropped down from a high story – you fall down. By the time you reach the bottom – you’ll be jolted at such rapid speed, you’re sure to fall down and repeat the same process but only going higher and HIGHER!

It’s like that for me right now. I’m on the wheels of something that is moving with such high speeds of velocity. “For it was written / It’s been said / I prepared for this”

Now what?

Freak out!

*Brace for impact”

Seth Goldin said something really cool about the Bracing of Impact.

“When you walk around braced for impact, you’re dramatically decreasing your chances. Your chances to avoid the outcome you fear, your chances to make a difference, and your chances to breathe and connect.“

HERE IS A REMINDER:

There ain’t nothing to fear. Sometimes you gotta bounce on 10. Shuffle a bit to the left and cuff your chin. When things are looking bright – surely everything feels all right. To look out is to see what isn’t there but will begin to be.

The cat is out of the bag and now we can turn the corner at the shadows. What’s there? A helpless leap that may encounter darkness or fantastical groove? You never know what may lead you into your next expedition. To steady wish for the page to turn only complicates initiative.

Outdated doesn’t mean it can’t be upgraded. You just need to refresh the page sometimes *or delete everything*. It’s a cause for celebration to experience upgrade that doesn’t cost anything.

None of us are too far away from the charm of the bounce.

When you’re bouncing, you’re in a multi-functional groove – yet you’re still capable of being charmed through the revelatory smiles found on strangers. A moment of engagement is dancing on freedom hills! I got the picture now of it is not of modern design. It has an abstract but geometric lens.

Don’t mind my explanations, I’m just carried away by the groove of the bounce. 😀

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! 😀

 

The Firey Speck

In a moment where the wind blew
For a brief grievance, my coat tail knew
The fiery dust which embraced my eye
Came to proclaim a message of a thunderous lullaby
To be awake is to steady see
The anguish and anger always sent for me
A song for the hornet and wide winged bat
Inside of my shattered heart, my reaction is a frivolous stat

When the speck hit my eye
I should have washed it out with lye
The burn would have paralyzed my will to see
The dream that this would set us free
But now I’m waking up to be hurt
All of my feelings are stuck in the dirt

For some wish to learn at the university – receiving methods and assignments in strenuous diversity
Others are not for the will to learn from the school book
They rather get it word of mouth from the bell and informed hook
I suppose it matters not where education arrives
For as long as the trail of questions convince our begging lives

When the speck hit my eye
I should have washed it out with lye
The burn would have paralyzed my will to see
The dream that this would set us free
But now I’m waking up to be hurt
All of my feelings are stuck in the dirt

{bridge}
A refrain of speckled puzzles convinced me to see
A dark illumination that’s paralyzed me
If not for the will to sing this song
I’d refuse to believe the dance to belong
The color of a miss-step is the shade of a fading white
No one has to wrestle in the error of the unseen night

A frivolous stat! A frivolous stat! A hornet without honey and wide winged bat! A wide-winged bat!
For seeing without eyes are like bees without honey
A purpose to be drawn without the necessity of money
The speck in my eye became an enlarged reflector
This inspired a pathway to become the most desired nectar

When the speck hit my eye
I should have washed it out with lye
The burn would have paralyzed my will to see
The dream that this would set us free
But now I’m waking up to be hurt
All of my feelings are stuck in the dirt

Cosmic Dance

Death // while you may be following me with your creepy gaze, I am alive in the galaxies around me. Here’s to breathing life for everything that exists in the cosmos! ✨🍷

This year has been filled with transitions. I don’t ever use the word DEATH in a literal sense because I’ve always seen death to be a transcendence of some kind.

It’s the end in a sense but the beginning of another. Sudden whip of transcendence can come as a surprise because it’s seen to be a thief of time. It comes as no surprise that things are sort of written but who knows if the pen is random or by choice?

I’ve come to understand there is nothing to be known about the shit I don’t know. So, I’m not gonna pretend to be informed when I didn’t read the manual.

You got to check yourself before you assume that you absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, know why things are the way they are.

Cuz XYZ might be the last 3 of 26 // but ABC is the first 3 of 26. 😁

Ask yourself questions about the universe but don’t be surprised when it gives you answers back. All of it comes right back to you. Even the stuff you dismissed because you couldn’t see that far yet.
Maybe you were further away from the light, so you saw dimly. There’s space in between to get lost in the depth of knowledge.

Sometimes a lot of reality seems unbelievable, but it’s not.

Life is historic.

The more you study people and the world around them, they are ever so fascinating and undeniably predictable. Life draws parallels with our dreams. Dreams then live on to reflect an understanding of possibility.

There’s This, That, There, or over by the corner but on the same street.

Black holes, White Matter, and gray choices.

And another thing: God is whatever you define God to be. Like a perspective. Approach. Idea. Dream. Void. Galaxy. Past. Nothing or Everything. A reaction or a cause? However, you spell it out – if you do any spelling at all.

Everything is fully aligned like the planets around the sun. They are also in orbit – so there’s a slow dance going on.

Death plays a part in it.

Some may consider it divine. Cosmic. Revelation.

Time is yours to define. It’s just you in the middle of a bunch of people dancing.

Some people are Uniformed while others are Deranged but in the middle there’s you.

Sitting in the middle of the party – wanting to dance like crazy or just chilling with a drink in your hand.

Ebb Seductions

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I marvel at the fragrance in your sacred bottles.

My wonder begs of the lingering that is of its charming delight.

I find it acceptable – to shatter your kept thoughts of innocent temptations.

Do you find pleasure at the circus of tricks and scandals, inside your dance?

Would you rather sing next to me and calm my nervousness – by entrusting me into space above me?

The cosmos of our flight seduces our thoughts, which break free from the ebb and flow of resistant pleasures.

For now, we have seen, angels dancing around the brightest star.

They are not burned, for we are consumed by the fire which gives us energy!

Now when you look at the person right next to you, what becomes of the reasoning of extinguishing?

Let them burn – for they all are,  burning for something, and this passion is to be understood.

“Consciousness…”

 

“Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I’m dancing, I’ve felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I’ve felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing and then, it is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing and dancing… and dancing, until there is only… the dance.”

– Michael Jackson