blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)
this writing has scheduled me captive a release of this feeling, caging me adaptive : to all of the colors of misery left to display. (you can expect nursery rhymes, idioms, and fantasy – hooray!) these tones and fixtures dressing my shadows are compromised by a flaunting spark. it flickers like a flame but the accountancy checks, marks? are signed by a fraudulent name! to what end does this despair carry? unspoken abbreviations which can no longer tarry… the marriage of the dichotomy between liquid and gas prompts offspring of the physical and spiritual heir to come to past.
everywhere, n’ everything started to sing people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a RING! a chance to be answered by sweaty and out of breath dancers – fancying the occasion, to respond to this decadent persuasion. in which all NOUNS had to recite their lines, up beat, crushed, & entwined !
but, instead of facing the consequences truly, their cowardice became unruly. outside of the inside and around the down and found – traveling at a speed where their nebula can reach before the flashlight could click. right before, my feet met slick like an x – rated flick now there’s a drip providing a spiral confession : wherein this tale reads as my succession everybody readily ‘revels’ at the bounce. a party filled with jello and colorful hellos. it would be seen as circumstantial- to not undress and dismantle. so here’s to the cutting – right to the chase – windows perplexed and mirrors gone to waste. a price of vanity, is an impending transaction. these muscular trophies, have been attained through repetitive tension. filled with cyclical-calendar-commitments-reimbursing-the-worked out-pension. here are a few, (commitments) which make due : turtles n’ gloves. rubrics n; doves. magic and mind. candy at influx with rhyme. calories and added fat. mistakes and cute cats. soothing the reminder of yesteryear, reminding very clear as to what it means to be free. a collective university, wherein the masses accompany – in struggle and in harmony!
for..
many are displaced. figuring out what caused their mind to go ace. stricken from the eyes – passionate lullabies. tread with light feet. colorful slides? mesmerized! roasted junctions in heat as the sun turns to direction of the west a light recurs to test! a bedazzling agent provocateur, inviting lace scented webs stringed to allure.
shall i continue or go on? back when, n’ again…
everywhere, n’ everything started to sing people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a THING!
singing tunes of the clown and a smile that became a frown! not all answers went down. some went around. others came to only fly. i could try. but i can’t explain the withering refrain
for..
the pedigree of my registry left me aligned with a succulent pleasantry i’m hungry cuz my motions have been left starved as structures became carved medicine was then pulverized to escape the large n’ embodied surprise cuz that pill? was built ill!
everywhere, n’ everything started to sing people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a RING!
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
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.
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.
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 😀
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! 😀
We all hear it more often than not. The BIG BUTT!! It comes in around the corner with a fancy strut. The more someone keeps talking with this and that, there it goes. BUTT!
The negation because there’s obviously something we have not considered. The Butt comes in tight/loose jeans, yoga pants, long or short skirts which allows the wind to come to reveal the negation – you can’t always be mad at that, ain’t nothing to be mad at.
That’s what people pray for sometimes. A different approach which you couldn’t see in the far distance.
We can’t always escape it, in fact escaping it just means you weren’t willing to listen. There’s a lesson hidden in the ‘Also’. Even ‘But’ can bring a fresh perspective. The power of the mind allows a constant refresh.
Our abilities to think for ourselves is a vital element in our evolutionary development. Thinking on our own terms all while also acknowledging the space and opinions of others. Our minds are fascinating discoveries to fantasy and real stuff. How are we able to separate and distinguish the two?
There’s also the blurred middle where things can take a unique form and transcend fantasy and reality.
I like to call this middle ‘The Discovery.’ In it – we’re searching endlessly. From the top or at the bottom. The more you keep searching and driving – the destination becomes less important. The discovery is a loop that changes beats through rhythmic chords.
The middle is seen as discovering why the ‘But’ was brought up in the first place. You can take every moment to learn from the glance of ‘but’ – although at times we can benefit from the silence of mystery.
I was once told solid advice from a colleague: “Consider removing the ‘Butt’ // when it shows up as a big ass negation that stands in the way of everything that precedes it. “But” can be exclusive and isolating “And” is more inclusive and welcoming.
You can’t consider the options when you are far too quick to remove the possibility by affording the impossible by the ‘butt strut’. This is true.
There’s a lot to know which can be discovered by us saying nothing at all. Unpacking nuance is an abrasive but necessary adventure, we must be willing to enter into. There’s a lot that we miss because we forget how much is nuanced. To this point, But can work to our advantage; when we know how to use it.
Just wanted to inform everybody of the new scene I’m clocking! Did you notice the new Cuffs and threads? Yes! It’s on the viral tip! The flow of spectacular dimensions is already trending.
Time in and time out.
Don’t you deny it – comment and like what you see cuz this view ain’t gonna come back again.
This new thing is sexy and got all the numbers you been desiring. The idea is to be on top and to stomp on those at the bottom. Them bottom feeders can’t taste the honey I’m cashing.
I hit the lotto and only a few will get checked!!
These coins are spent through mere luxury. Diamonds on my neck and fingers are to stunt on the haters!
There can’t be any division when the math multiples. I’m only expanding and growing in followers. Everybody is on my page – I can’t keep up but I like it that way.
Take a note from the sound waves up above and remove the waste that populates your face. Get clean and at least pray to get on my level.
How many of us find ourselves in this position? 😀
Scrolling up to find purpose in the *knew* news. We look forwards to the fantasy. The touch of an impending story. We escape through the unreal or at least distorted promises of what we want.
We binge on the fantasy. It’s for fun cuz it’s a quick thrill. It gives us a record of holy moments to relive when we forget to write it down.
This is a fever that can’t be tamed. We rather stay sick – dying till our last breath. We want that extra visibility. A construct of identification. A sense of belonging. A force to be known even when lost in the familiar.
“I’ll follow you into your life. You’ll surprise me and remind me of what I always knew. Occasionally, you’ll comment on my nature to succeed but I know everyone is laughing silently when I fail. How far can I go without the boring usual? Another like to be recorded without value.”
I’m wild by the wilderness of the usual. The expected comes knocking at my door. Serving the occasional surprise but mostly familiar. Searching for newer things with a hope of inspiration to come quickly. In most cases, life comes at you fast. You are never really prepared for the twists and turns. After all, life is a second away from a life changing experience.
There’s not a lot that authentically surprises me as of late. Even the music that is often suggested to me – just ain’t doing it for me. I try to give it a shot but by the time the beat drops, I’m already bored by it or familiar with the producer. I don’t know if people are just afraid of taking risks or if it’s just easier to produce mass marketed clones? The music industry is dead and while we all knew this by like 2007 – it’s really apparent now.
What we find nowadays is cultural appropriation, mockery, a new reason to get angry, and just everything in between. But – I’m SPENT. I ain’t go no more coins in fleeting mirages and empty grievances. My interest revolves around learning as much as I can from History and strengthening my relationship with math.
When you’ve been given less – you are expected to live out more. It takes hard work. To pull yourself up, you got to work together. Working with the least and the greatest just to remain alive. You got to expand beyond the causes and look at just where your privilege stands. We all got to check ourselves. It can be frustrating getting to the reasons behind what’s ringing.
The true luxury is knowing which ones to decline and which ones to answer.
In other words for the recent regurgitation of social media: ALL in favor say Blahhhh!
I remember writing this a while back and it continues to be relevant to my life even more now. Not to say, I am a famous person by any measure, but I am STILL very social. I talk to a lot of people through the social mediums given to me but it can be extremely overwhelming.
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I love to share but I only have so many hands/scissors at one time. 😀 I look above, below, and to the side of me and there is still someone. Someone is still calling out my name. I feel like sometimes I’m in a rush to respond to everyone at the same time BUT I have to remember, to take it easy. I only have 10 fingers, and only 5 of them (Interchangeably) are used on the keyboard (Not considering my thumbs when I text message). I only have so much, and it’s always an expedition when I journey through the seas of social media. Every morning, I wake up to
Every morning, I wake up to a multitude of messages and I respond within the honor of the day. No complaints, because I am actually establishing ties and I feel very close to the entwined purpose of everyone. Sometimes though it’s like my fingers are like an octopus.
I developed a theory, called ‘Cloned Octopuses’.
An octopus is an intelligent being and it helps that, they have so many ligaments to accomplish a work! Now, what if they were cloned? I would have so many arms to accomplish the work given to me. If you didn’t know, an octopus is very good at hiding as they mimic landscapes, as a defense mechanism.
I’m not saying, that I don’t like responding, to anyone, this just helps me explain the nature of my communication. They are one of the most mysterious sea creatures, and I find them very fascinating!
Here is the poem, addressing what great power it would be to visualize this concept in motion.
The ligaments of connected joints are in common expression of what has been made.
A series of likeliness has developed the unique order of engraved creation.
I hear the charges of infuriated response calling out into the echoed cave.
They want an answer to scream into their thirst, of a thousand replies.
I’ve generated another copy which somehow plots the standard of a fantasy and yet the stone is entrusted into my building.
Then, there is the stoned reflection of my countenance, which I can no longer determine is my true mirror.
I’ve given myself into the consumption of physical duty, and the shadows of myself are becoming many.
I repeat the recited prayers to exercise within divinity, as I return to a consummation of infinity.
The registers of my symmetry are plagued by the waters.
Deeply intelligently by the skills of my distinguished nervousness.
I am slow to reply or is my reflection the result of complicated movements?
I can’t live long as my eggs are broken after birth, and my spawning leaves a lot to be desired.
I hide within the camouflage of mimicry.
I seek to prey through the lens of a changed color, to fit the mold which will give me a sense of awareness.
I am not able to be kept secure, as I am able to solve through because of my destined mobility.
Open the door, that leads to the corners of the alley.
You’ll then see a cat and when she lurks around your composition – you’ll find a nervous sensation!
Be careful to charm the legs of suspense because they look too warm you through their lingering.
Every when night you go to sleep – they appear in dreams reminding you of the boy you once were.
Being very earnest to play with every living creature that came your way.
The intimacy that comforts you in the pillows and sheets gives you the indication of excited passions.
When she settles down in your desires, you become governed by the will to replay it again.
Looking down to write down more of this story – the archive of already established stories hovers your mind.
You are reminded of the effect this magic exhales upon you. Time and focus again; you find yourself, continually a part of the consequence of transmission.
She’s the one behind the magic who merely comes as the mirage of fantasy.
Everyone knows how she tastes – the fascinating lullaby that makes all children close their eyes in the midnight hours.
The composure of replay gives back the lost reason, a home that is to be remembered.
I’ve experienced this quite recent, being haunted by the familiar cat. I’ve taken a break onto social indulgence because of the heaviness of what is going on. I’ve been reminded by the focus of her obsession that there is a story that covers the mind! It’s been like a replay, but my home is no longer there, I desire to fall into the grace of a magical place!
I have no one to talk to now so I have decided my words to talk to you because you are somewhere here on earth (Aren’t you?)
No one really knows the process of how the Internet evolved to where it is now but certainly, it has given us the capacity to communicate in ways we probably never thought were possible a couple of years ago.
BUT, that is not what I want to talk about.
I want to talk about dreams in what part they play as it concerns a relationship broken or mended. I remember me and Miss X use to get these dreams all the time. Every time she dreamed, she would remember every detail of it. She always told me that there was a way for everyone to remember their dreams. Apparently, psychology and experts have come to an agreement you could. I have yet to know that formula. I always seem to remember bits and pieces, and so when someone was to ask me. I would make it up along the way where I forgot. I mean, they wouldn’t know the difference anyway, because it was MY dream. No one really likes hearing a good story, and then the storyteller stops and says. “Then..I don’t remember…”
People can deal with not remembering but they rather you add something for the sake of the story. Imagine going to a movie and right at the climax, it just stops. It’s the same feeling when watching one of your favorite shows, and the ‘TO BE CONTINUED…‘ Slaps your anticipation in the face. That sucks, but even more so; if it’s a real event you really have no clue on how to finish. That is when you start making some details up which make some type of sense. Nonetheless this morning, I remember large details from this dream. It’s speaking to me, and it makes my heart apprehensive. I remember I made a video called:
‘2 Giants Kissing In The Land Of Small Things’
This video best summarizes this dream. I made the video about a year ago, and the meaning makes sense now. I remember I heard the voice ‘2 Giants Kissing IN The Land Of Small Things’ while in my best friends car in New Orleans. It just came to me like that, so as inspiration so often does.I just went along with that voice. I wrote a little story about it and eventually, I made the video you see above.
Me and Miss X were like TWO BIG Giants kissing in the land of small things. When you think of that scenario that births out an equation of miniature or major chaos within romance! We were two large giants in our own respects and we were romantic. However, the setting was small. We were somewhat locked in a time that had to mean and where space had walls. I remember telling her – I want to be at a place where time has no meaning and space has no more walls. She always looked at us being at this place already, but it still seemed as if we were not there. In my opinion; it’s as if we wanted to believe we were there because we loved each other so. When you’re in love – imagination windows a picture of perfection or at least contentment in what is there. It windows so many elements that are not necessarily the mirror of what will be revealed.
In the dream, we met up in an exotic town, and she looked so beautiful to me. I held her and my heart sunk. We both cried and looked at each other with immense realizations that this was our final destination. I told her I love her, and she told me she loved me. We were on our way boarding a train, when her Father came, (kind of playing around with me as if he wanted to slap my hand, but then he shook his head and suckered punch me and started to laugh.) As we boarded the train it was only me and her together, and somehow our setting seemed maximized as if we could kiss in peace without the restrictions of small lands.
Immediately after this dream. I remained quiet for about an hour. Just reviewing all of this in my head. Upon reflex of this dream, I started to call her and expose my love and desire. But, I’ve been there and done that. If by any realization of reconciliation, it must be done face to face. In this digital age, it’s so easy to communicate; but it does not engage anything. Face to Face allows full emotion, and for details to paint themselves. When my money has grown in the fullness of time there lays the edge to make this land FIT for us. A place where we can come together in romance not be coming off the edge of small things. Being at a place that is shy to the motions of enlargement; which always seemed to embarrass us.
I haven’t visited any social sites pertaining to her name. Instagram being the exception as we share common friends, but I haven’t written to her in the solitude of my chants. Neither has she. I realize if the time and space will come, it will then be under the God-given ability of action. Writing this now has really welcomed me into peace. I feel so much better just reminiscing about the truth of my dreams. I hope all of you out there, can count the reflections of love in the summary of your desires. Don’t ever feel like a remote. You can program the destination you want to go. It often takes two, but before one is added You can still pronounce ‘Mono Realities’. Sometimes in the solitude, you feel the haunt and taunt. Billy Holiday told the truth in this:
‘In My Solitude’
“In my solitude, you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by
In my solitude, you taunt me
With memories that never die
I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
Nobody could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I’ll soon go mad
In my solitude
I’m praying
Dear Lord above
Send back my love”
When the world is sleeping, I hear the memories. When everyone is gone, and no one to talk to me. I do sit and stare..going mad! LOL. But I know the solitude days are only given when one loses focus on the motions of changing for a season. Prayer always keeps me in fellowship with my spirit and God. Say what you want about prayer; the reason we pray is to be intimate with the creator. I don’t pray out of just desperation. I’m not the one to look up to the sky when something is going wrong. I pray because of identification within the struggle. I have one to listen, and that one knows what it is I am going through.
I’ll be OK, in fact, I am going to start working sometime soon. It’s been rough finding in employment being that its summer and 100+ degrees outside. It’s 107F’ now. Crazy! However, I will make my money and move out of these walls. The time is sooner than ever, especially considering the small occupations that have now been made available. I won’t entertain the physicality or even the notion of a flirt; so many have done that before, but the planets which orbit around the sun have made their existence known by the looking into the telescope. Now we can see through the money and perseverance due to the eager want to leave. AND I will leave…AND You’re gonna See me!
Summarized Notion For Thought: I realize that the message I hear, are futuristic imaginations of reality. This is only for a little while, but in this land, I am a giant and my kiss is Mono. The chaos is only in the anticipation of arrival.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 