blessings // buttons y'all ~ i write about the symbols found in everyday life. i'm usually, all over the place, but there's a rhyme in the para//el : here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic philosophic ramblings. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) thus, may this ongoing rhyme, climb; you into a higher state_so that it may inspire your fate to weigh the minute and ask: hypothetical or faith?
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 ….
It is with pleasure and joy I announce my new music video for a song I composed late last year – Ultraviolet-Bloom which is also known as Sensory Illumination! The music and the music video was done by Jeremy Garner.
In light of the vast amount of creative work me and Jeremy have created over the years, we decided it would be appropriate to have a central place where you can find our various contributions of the years! We call it Planit Jade!
It’s way overdue for us to have a central place in the world to see what we’ve done together. Some of our first creative pieces were done as early as 2014. Usually – I am writing along with the power of inspiration and I’ll share it with Jeremy and he has a unique ability to bring those words to life. Ultraviolet Bloom is another one of those occasions where it came to fullness. I can’t thank Jeremy enough for his willingness and excitement to help bring these visions to life. It always starts as something small than before you know it – It’s fully formed.
Sensory Illumination is one of those magical journey’s that takes you through intricate halls in my mind. The music takes you away from the heart to mind. Womb and Bloom! You can listen to this song in full here.
For never was my reason to understand That would only mean I would have to learn My spirit wished to only kiss the space in between giving and taking My Flesh feels the emotion of touch and while knowledge comes closer to me Bumps begins to race up and down my skin
Sensory Illumination Ultraviolet bloom Hearts are taking Ultraviolet Womb
Where Was I? Lost in the green meadows A sanctuary found in the grass My spirit half past awake and dead Are we to begin where our hearts have fluttered?
Sensory Illumination Ultraviolet Womb Heart is taken Ultraviolet Bloom
Born into a world that I never knew Feelings overtaking me – gaining strength in places unbeknown to me Poltergeist intentions seeking to overthrow this sinking place A ghost of desire visiting me in cracked halls Wishing she was found but in belly, we have began
Sensory Illumination Ultraviolet Bloom Mind is gone Ultraviolet Womb
In my travels from dark to light All are opened up to me – to find To scatter – to miss place and to redeem AM I feeling this light or is darkness finding me home? Gone where all questions go in search for destiny Trapped like light inside a pyramid A bloom of ultraviolet sensory illumination Heart is taken Mind is gone Ultraviolet Womb