the dice? LOADED! the formula? CODED!
the GPS has been glitched – unable to be stitched cuz there’s no Urkel to solve the circle!
I guess you can say that STEVE wanted to LEAVE…
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means)
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?)
There’s a lot that’s been said about ‘Sin’. I heard so much about it growing up. Haven’t we all? Sin has the reputation for being that thing that disappoints g-d. Transgression. When you bypass the law in favor of responding to the lusts of your flesh. With this song, I wanted to challenge the typical core beliefs surrounding sin. What makes some things sinful while other things are just tradition?
So much of sin is made up of the things we consider taboo. A lot of people are afraid of doing what they wanna do because of the punitive punishment that has been attached to their desires. This is most common if you were raised in a strict religious and or dogmatic environment. I came up with the idea for this song after writing about sin and the power it had on my life for so while as a Christian. I was always curious about sin and the nature of its influence in my life.
This was a teaching moment to me upon my awareness of growth and desire and hopefully, you may find this useful in navigating your life. If you listen at the end of this song, Stanley Wrinkles comes in to deliver an important message. Who is this, Stanley Wrinkles some might ask?
Stanley Wrinkles is a character I came up with back in 2005 not long after Hurricane Katrina took my family to Texas. He’s a preacher that is passionate about Jesus and sharing the message of the truth. Whether prayer, preaching or talking – he’s always passionately sharing in some way or another.
AND NOW THERE’S DESSERT #1!
My Homie Jeremy Garner was the mastermind behind the production of this track! I remember when he first sent this to me and how amazed I was how fast it came together. The rock metal edge really gives this song a kick and really just stands in your face and sends bones down your spine.
Take a listen and please do enjoy and share with me what you think?
Remember – On YouTube is where to find me and Jeremy Garner’s Latest Collaborations!
(This song is the first serving of dessert shared on August Feels Like Wednesday )
I’ll have a plate of non-tradition, and a cup filled with refreshing delights sprinkled with passion!
The more the merrier!
May my bowl be FILLED with sweet truths.
Don’t spare the flavor lilies as I want plenty of positive vibes for refreshments.
This feast must have the finest of humorous wine.
The freshest greens of delight, where growth happens at a balanced pace.
Being filled with the food of tasty peace in my belly will energize a new narrative of consumption.
We can feed on the nourishment of graceful intentions, by simply requesting our desires.
The Source of my frustration is realized at the awakening forms of night. I swivel because, in bed, I hear loud trains coming to remind me of my expressions. With words to shout and visions to enlight. Here the cloak of my nightly wear is worn in true uniform. The stars shine on my forms as I can now taste the energy between my words. The taste is sweet and bitter for how have I misplaced this practice for so long? Knowing in me is this desire to write and to express passion. I’ve demonstrated forms of resplendence before, but now I want to resurrect bones with the word. Juxtaposition and refrain all surmise the notions inside my abilities. My eyes clothes… They wear what fashion awaits me on the runway. My dreams seem to place me into a much more believable reality. I can grasp and unresolved the forces around me. Rectifying all of the powers which have been laid down.
With each step, she climbed closer
Closer to her dream.
She built upon a climax that would grant her an entire KNEW language.
She noticed those who vocalize, with fervent concern.
They did not care but instead challenged the wonder of the mysterious Night.
She prophesies with great conviction, as the truth danced within her belly.
She heard the word from the divine one, as she anointed her lips as she became aware of her mission.
To not ponder on the disbelief, but to encourage a sense of magic which would awaken all a part of the trick.
It was not a trick of desperate attempts to blind one within the illusion, but a trick of a trip which brought ecstasy.
Many knew her as the Tower Girl, she climbed higher anytime one would listen as her summons called those who were considered least.
She did not mind the attire, nor colorless ambitions..it only allowed her more sensibility.
A prophetess of the night, with a light of those kept by the darkest memories.
A light that brought hope to those who wanted to make the world better.
She beckoned religion to strip its clothing of toxicity and division.
She noticed how many of the blind ones, stumbled on the rocks of desperation.
They really intended for some sign that would bring a course of direction.
She built on the molder and ROCKS Beneath them.
She felt the need to crush them, as the minerals would build upon the next.
“A person without self-control is like a city with broken-down walls.” – Proverbs 25:28
It’s really important to listen and measure what is said due to the intention behind what is being said. This is easy to understand when love and respect are given to two people who are aware of the affairs of their intentions. I sometimes RAISE my voice when I feel I have been misunderstood or disrespected, and this should never be the case. I remember speaking on the mediation of silence, how it functions in the productive heart. I will begin to meditate on silence and the understanding of grace by feeding on levels of respect. The variations of what is known in the world, are as colorful as the cultures of the world. We won’t get anywhere screaming and not taking into account the taste we have when something lands on your tongue.
Looking into the backward actions which set forth the steps of the present display a crooked path. I can look back at some of my mistakes due to the state of mind I had and literally surprise myself at the levels I stood on. I look back and can really say: ” I’m not where I want to be, but thank God, I am not where I use to be”. I’ve learned to live my life with no regrets, but I have also learned that the derived actions of neglect came due to a misunderstanding. I have remarked to myself the conversations of some of these things; to be united with the wisdom of now.
In the brilliant spaces of conversation; the fullness of visions and dreams can possibly trap themselves in the nest of wonder. The webs of detail are arranged in a mathematical molding. The icons of the mediums of television have warmed itself on the willing minds that have watched. The whole delivery of ambition is given the power of the visual which has taken over the world, that has become terrifying for me.
I have become a friend of the working class and now am going to make money. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT??? Money is only a promissory note of a private corporation. It is not backed by anything of value. The entire economy is based around the juggling of ‘I O U’ notes; which only exists because we have allowed a private corporation, to take over the money supply, which has allowed the national debt to exist! AND this is a debt that can never be repaid; at this point. So we are using notes that won’t pay for the national debt to owe other personal bills own to us. BUT HEY – SO be it, There is nothing new under the sun!
I am glad to have this peace and transcendence as it blesses and encourages me in times of neglect. The words of cursing have vanished as blessings.
Summarized Notion For Thought: The gospel is NOT good news at all; ‘IF’ it is potentially based. Once again, the good news is hardly good, when everything lives and speaks the language of ‘IF’. The truth is Truth regardless IF you believe it. Truth by definition excludes.Regardless of your position on the effect, the cause bears true due to its nature.