SUGARY SWEET SUITE

welcome to the sugary suite sweet – where all of your candies reside in a cavity mansion! care to jovially prance down this road? *well – it certainly sounds inviting, however some would dare, that you break free from the invitation and EOI!*

it’s a SWEET SUITE! decked with all the fixings! a chocolate pool. caramel encoded doors. windows laced with icing – mirrors glossed with angel frosted meringue! you couldn’t find a fructose more frivolous; than the fields of folly jolly, harboring these ranches. it’s almost abhorrent to walk into such saccharine corridors. the smell of such crisp invitation is enough to add more bounce to the ounce.

this facility of sugar is fallacious in every appearance. it shows up this way / that way / – after all to display a cone or honey clay. the molding of such delight is one that leaves your feet very sticky. your hands? very icky! your face? a house where you can’t find the mickey!

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don’t worry ! it’s a suite! you will sit on high towers all of which are rushed by endorphins. your brain explodes – this much is true, but you also collapse into a deep coma of activity. your every waking moment – alert and active at the snacks which await your tongue.

When the walls are too sweet, knocking them down is only mandatory – even at the risk of not wearing a parachute. When you’re free falling – you tend to not mind so much the road down to ruin. In the TRIPLE S there is no illusion or masquerade – the invite of fairy marmalade are savory to the search. if you were in need of a savior – salvation is salivating in this…when your enter those heavenly gates. you’ll want to keep it a private bliss, one you can secretly kiss.

it’s so nice, others dare know it as a vice. it’s what keeps you still.

*even in a field of cotton candy*

for some rather be abide in the cavity of sugar!

in the melody of a sweet piano tune.

the curse of this song and dance means never ending, animal like craving from the core.

the graph of subject and the title is doomed to make sense to the reader.

just as the arrangement of what’s in the bowl, seek to make sense if the food is tasteful or completely dry without flavor.

the process of this desire is not yet signed.

a promise is not yet delivered, to the nose of interest!

what can be found in the treasure box stolen by pirates?

the same gold and silver governed by kings and queens (&anything in between)?

the sugary sweet suite will make it difficult for you to solve the riddle of its sweetness. this sugar should enter the election of the affluent cavity – for it bounds you to the visceral and nectarous gravity.

however, if you were to come to this place – you’d find it very easy to chill on the candy pillows. the succulant marbled surface leaves a lot to be desired and that’s only the surface! in this place – you can even eat the dishes! this place is filled with syrupy mediocre wishes! the kind that melts on your mouth immediately while creating a dessert, desert like search for water. it may leave you dry, but that’s the cost for unchecked willy-nilly wonka cream! it’s the realization of living without a dream!

Hand & Glove

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It makes for a colorful scene! “Do you know what I mean?” The delivery of a promise doesn’t ensure it’ll get there in time. The package is sometimes lost! Who knows if they sent it with insurance? Now you are expected to perform at your own delivery! I heard somebody for New York exclaim “Nobody owes you a damn thing!” Some promises cannot be obtained.

“I know What I Said…But Ugh…”

Does this mean people should not promise in the first place if they have an idea that they won’t be able to deliver? When someone makes a promise, do they expect of themselves that they meet their goal? Is it important to remind someone of the promises they made with you? How well do you value a promise once it is given?

What is a promise? When someone says they can do something for you, do you expect them to do what they say would do? How would you know them to do anything if you’re unsure? And to what extent is someone forgiven for not delivering what they said they would do? If you believe a promise, does that make you delusional if that belief is not rooted in reality? If someone makes true their promise, does that make them trustworthy? What are the reasons we make promises to each other?

Do we build the walls or bridges when telling someone we will do something? Does the future of a promise matter more than the past promise? What about right now?

That’s when hope emerges. And, if you gonna hope for something, hope for something positive. It ain’t even here so at least make sure it’s tolerable and pleasant! Why imagine it to be misleading when it can bring glory!?

Hope is like a Hand & Glove. A fit like this is a protective measure against any possible danger. In order to ensure proper defense, one must carefully dress the hands in defensible gear. Clothes like these are designed to keep the hand free from bacteria. Somethings just fit. They fit because they find…

A rhyme. A twin. A reflection.

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Gloves Provide The Proper Insurance!

Miraculous!

Breaking free from this dimension is being visited by statues in our dreams.

Statues carved with red lettering, something that stands out and begs for recognition.

It’s becoming abundantly clear we are engaged in this spirit realm by our opening hearts.

It’s really just about allowing ourselves to see how everything is connected.

Nothing is separated. Realizing our universal link enables us to become more and more fearless.

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The lettering captivates with such righteous thrill. Seeing all of these connections, and breathing the ways in which they link, fascinates the playful mind. I find myself constantly searching for the depth of a language to build a better understanding. I am beginning to see things as they are. And it’s fun because there is so much curiosity in the way things work.

I’ve been immersed in the miracle of how things are joined. Just simply seeing, how the universe is seen by specific mathematical coding. WHILE ALSO, along working with it, is the random and chaotic aspect. SO here we have two opposites of each other, working together and somehow creating a fluent language. It’s a war, and the conditions are extreme – but are never to the detriment. The relationship is a paradoxical one, due to the nature of its dichotomy. Look at it as a story or film, with a pivoting twist. A rushing Thriller! The contradiction at the beginning ends up affirming the stress.

It’s a lot going on right now! That’s what I’m just coming to terms with. I’m enjoying it, though! Especially since very important lessons are showing up and they are motivating me to take action. I have all of these doors openings, and I am just moving along with it. While in the process, it feels like this writing method here and making videos are ways of me sharing my lessons learned.

I swear I’m just sharing lessons from the classroom of life. There is no cheating involved, we all got the same answers just different questions. The homework ain’t so bad either. I always manage to do homework intentionally or unintentionally. 😀

Sound & Story

Don’t ever tell your kids they can’t listen to all kinds of music because it’s secular, worldly, or what you call ‘The Devil’s Music.”

It’s one of the worst ways to indoctrinate a child.

A lot of Pentecostal, Baptist, and NonDenominational churches in particular – really have a narrow view on what MUSIC is. (Or even what a STORY is, based on what some determine as explicit content.) Religious and conservative people alike, tend to preach the most against this.

Music is one of the best ways to learn about who we are. Rhythm makes you dance, and that ain’t ever a bad thing.

Start identifying with a context of sound and stories, before you generalize all music as being wrong or somehow unhealthy. For the longest of time, I never knew what a lot of music sounded like because I was afraid that it wasn’t right. I wasn’t taught correctly, so I ended up incorrectly interpreting what sound is.

Don’t be misled by some misinterpretation of what Good music is supposed to sound like or feel. Listen to all kinds of sounds and vibrations, and engage with clarity. The music ends up catching up to you anyway.

That’s the goal. It’ll bring you together somehow.

“Everything Comes From Sound, All Vibrating Under The Crown “- ‘AINTURNINAROUND | PLECTRUMELECTRUM | 3RDEYEGIRL | PRINCE

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Sensual Orbits

My touch is like a multitude of mountains reaching the glories of heaven.

My words still cease on the street of doubt and inner tribulations.

Like Venus, my rotation is clockwise and I walk backward as Venus to the truth, I’ve always understood.

The peril of heartbreak spoke gently to my fragile soul.

This time, it’s as if the sensual orbits embrace the causes of desire.

You long for me to touch and yield fire to your yearning body.

Even in the thrust of my answer, your mind is deluded to my attire.

As you feel the passion inside of you like thunder, you’re still flashing as lightning first.

I am looking directly into the light and there is a cause to readjust or else I’ll be blind.

What’s more than the sensuality of our orbits designating a strict path of interest?

My prayers are reconciled with the galaxies of knowledgeable monumental pieces of data.

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These orbits are sensual indeed as a conversation with a ghost dive at a charm I’m familiar with. Conversation invokes a detailed comfort which courts right at the kiss of lustful memory. I’m feeling the throbbing member which feels a reminiscent courtesy that is allowed because of a distant creation. The universe knows what great length creation took place, as we only struggle to make meaning in and out of its enormity. 

Love’s Dictum

You’re surrounded by the marvels of human struggle.

You smile at rebellion as it motivates you to create the will to break free.

I never meant to translate that a future was inconceivable.

I just want more than meets the eyes.

“A depth into sensation wherein the glances of glory; transforms our hearts.”

Seeing the sunset of your character frozen into imagination; inspires me to break the ice and warm you through appending realizations of fire.

As time regurgitates itself, we can then move into a new transition.

The dictum of love; pronounces the authority; wherein the expression of its value is made known.

When we glance at the marvels and mystery of human struggle, we often are propelled to create. Often times, I have seen so many smiles at those who turn the wheel in another direction, those who don’t mind to STAND UP, when everyone says SIT DOWN! To keep talking, although they are threatened to be silent! There is a need to keep going in the midst of the war when love is truly pronounced; we can, by all means, continue with a motion that is welcoming! COLOR is a sensation. It is brighter than the odds of what is invisible. The deeper we go there, we will be able to see more clearly.

Then, there is the question of time. AND who hasn’t had something to say about it? We can look at Albert Einstein, and his theory on time or even other great philosophers and artists, who ponder at its measure. Can it be measured at all? IF it’s non-existent why do we program ourselves to its design? There is so much involved in the magic of LOVE, and I just want to encourage everyone to grab hold to it!

As we see those frozen into imagination, it is by the reality of fire we can warm those closest to us!

You indeed have the authority, to bring about a change!

Lingering Amputation

For those of you once in a relationship, you know how it is, to cut somebody off when you realize their position has diminished. Why keep a member still around, when the membrane is poisoned?

It’s the reality that becomes even more piercing when you move according to the flow. Not everyone is suppose to be in your life for a long time, but cutting someone off still leaves a lingering. The smell is as strong as fragrance; that keeps the aroma of the room in circle. The memories are valid, but the question is what comes next!

What do you do about a memory?

Do you simply ignore its stinging, flavor?

Or direct the memory in a new direction & apply a different meaning?

As the decision is made to amputate the poisoned membrane; what becomes of this; reckons in and out.

The sting of its absence; creates a distinguished lingering that begs for attention.

When you simply cut off a once well exercised member; you are then going to live with that disadvantage.

Usually; when living without; you begin to ponder about getting to a prosthetic.

Your nerves being the determining focus of your next action.

I encourage you all to watch the video, and perhaps maybe you all can relate to the message!