I was talking to one of my good friends about my poetry and he started laughing at the thought of some random person reading “hOw To hArVeSt tHe StAtIc“. I couldn’t stop laughing because it’s true. I often come up with the most random titles and I don’t imagine a huge crowd gathering around to bother to understand what I’m saying. It’s a niche market and certainly, some people may find out these things by happenstance. I couldn’t even pretend a huge amount of people would find what I do interesting. Most people tune into the language of opinions that they favor most.
I do try to tag and promote myself accordingly *to help with exposure* but the chances of me getting lost on the web are tremendous. People have a list of many channels in their view. You turn the channel if whatever is on doesn’t provide a source of humor or education. One day you may tune into my channel and hopefully, I’ll have you at the right time. The power of click-bait media transforms who are more willing to watch. It works because people are more prone to watch and listen to something they agree with or are interested in. This is to my disadvantage, however, as I am not fully aware of the tools that can be catchy enough to get people to watch me.
There’s a lot of static going on in my brain. I’ve been reading and listening more to reach a center. We’re all busy and there is always something on our radar – so consider harvesting the static. Gather the silence and who knows, maybe you may liberate yourself from a whirlwind of distractions. It’s often in the distractions, where we find purpose at the center. The roads we didn’t intend, all measure to the exact place we were destined to be. (Sometimes you can accidentally tune in and who knows…) I can say more, but that’s why I made this video.
In the middle of the landscape, there lays a blossom of innocence.
The theory of learning progresses the passive wills of chastity.
The landscape has fully dressed the garden to appeal to the tools of fertilization.
The energy within starts to silently seek for one to come into the bliss of tight entrances.
As the desires for fulfillment are given by the kiss of fire.
The expectation of rain is brought by the movement of fingers which slowly manage to shout longing.
Forecasting into the future, the weather becomes intimate with the radar of mutual predictability.
Falling into the height of the endless skies of ecstasy; the unfolding lusts are entering into dimensions of positioned pulchritudes.
The eyes of bloom are intensified as the depth of divinity reaches its climax.
Angels begin to witness the appetite humans are given; due to the blessing of attraction and affection.
Targeting the arousal given by the initiation of touch and action harmony is blessed within a sacred union.
Being willing to jeopardize the standards of oath because of the lava in the heart; hears only the sound of heat waves.
Now as the leaves of lust and love are given at the expense of decoration; the ornaments of energy are innuendos of pure caress.
Fulfillment has exhaled the thoughts of opened blossoms; as the bloom has revealed its nature.
Summarized Notion For Thought: The flower teacher has a garden of virginity. It’s sacred.