GRACEFUL AUXILIARIES

WATCH NOW – FOR POETRY – READ LATER FOR REASONS EXPLAINED

I don’t have the words unless they’re served in a poetic embodiment.  para//els are everywhere and this whole world is encoded in specific detailed signatures which make up the overall mosaic. I write because it’s freeing to me. it opens doors much like smiles do – illuminating me in ways I never knew possible.

 

β€œFor as prismatic radiance walks up the stairs, to decorate a room loaded with white paint.

Think not of the colors which will remain or those that will taint.

The light from this smile redistributes energy – formerly unknown to me.

For now the twinkle in your eyes has flourished the withering tree.

Forever I see, the reasons that smiles have come to be!

-Some Smiles 

 

I have written many poems as articles of declarations to myself and to those that listen. I dig acronyms, palindromes, and abbreviations. When one can dress a sentence with the right amount of adjectives, my minds really gets to racing. What is Uniformly Known – can be faced for what it truly is. When the truth is naked in the streets – it is the very lion that roars in the wilderness of your heart.

Pounding at your very chest, and sneaking upon you, at the service of your fortitude. Courageously facing the natural trials set upon your eyes, the fastening of ‘The Word’ became applied to you. Now in the woe of remembrance; these selective slices of infinity, uniformly seek position. As they line up each accordingly by their weight and height; they become a mass company, each individual speaking the same language of action.

This Poetry night was freeing me. I want to thank The lovely women at Rituals who extended this chance to speak my words. I am use to recording on my own without an audience. This was a reminder to me especially as I watch back of this recording – the importance of BREATHING! πŸ˜€

As I prepared to commit to memory my own writing I became suddenly aware, how much symbolism means to me. I find that words carry meaning differently through time. In the poem “Paradise Clarity” I remember writing that in search of my own discovery of illumination. The idea of being warmed up by clear results – always fascinated me and created a space where utopian livelihood could be experienced. Whenever something is made clear and known – even if it takes a little space – it always seems worth it.

IN SPITE OF MY WISH TO BECOME CLEAR. I HAVE OFTEN HEARD HOW MY WORDS ARE TOO COMPLEX. THAT I’D BENEFIT BY BREAKING DOWN THE TISSUE SO THAT ONE CAN USE IT TO WEEP. PEOPLE ARE LOOKING FOR ANSWERS! NOT MORE PROJECTIONS. WHERE ARE THE BASICS? THE VAST DEFINITIONS OF CENTRAL POINTS, ARE LOST WITH MEANINGLESS RAMBLES. WHY CARE FOR DETAILS AND ANOREXIC PRINCIPLES? (they make up the mosaic)

I reach to the lowest of lows; ripping the guts out of machinery. Is it  my pleasure to rip the insides of everything to only display them in seemingly embarrassing manifestations? *very often* What makes my writing such a driven force of complexity? Those who have considered me dense believe my density is almost as desperate as the obesity I walk over.

How obtuse is this formula; to speak a whole lot of everything under a whole sense of nothing but absurdity. Where is my highest crescendo? Because the decibels are about as high as the vocabulary I wish to make sense of. These words are not hard to grasp and the connection is not unable. These poems are graceful auxiliaries. They aid in understanding this complex world around me.

My comprehension of this  grace; intelligently creates the deepest mystery. My heart is enveloped into the way they have helped processed reality! I am motivated to this service as it have granted me access! While in my marvels; the purest of joy stirs in my belly! As the lights signal affirmations of my path, my soul laughs with wonder! It’s all HA ha! these drops fall upon me and it aids the root of wherein I am planted. These auxiliaries of blessings; have surrounded and persuaded me of our dance together. This dance of celebration and never ending serenades.

WE ARE ALL GETTING THERE! THOSE THAT WISH TO FOLLOW THE WIND – COME ALONG! THE YEAR IS 20/20 – VISIONS ALL CLEAR!

 

 

Advertisement

Randomized 8.

A new series of ‘Jester Eye X’ is in works. Where ‘Jester Eye X’ will also come with a reflection, only that the reflection will be random.

#1 Uniformed (The Front) 

Orange Uniformed.jpg

#2 Randomized (The Back)

Photo Sep 23, 3 32 41 PM.jpg

Some changes will feature in new the randomized edition. Variations of numbers, colors, and additions and divisions. If you look hard enough 7 will always be there.

Example: *Front & Back*

purple-uniformed

purple-deranged
The question still stands for people. What does it symbolize?

JesterEyeX‘ // A symbol representing
the various directions of conversation. (My feet are arrows – going any and everywhere) The triangle is the home or heart of identity. It often abides by a ‘7’ or my nickname (Jester). The eye represents the Sun β˜€οΈ – a sustainable energy source to give insight to what it sees. My hands are wheels or spirals, connecting to what is harnessed at my disposal. The eyebrows are relevant because they symbolize the deeper lines above the eye. The lines are the journey before the destination is reached.

In the future, various new characterizations will live in the triangle. You too will be able to improvise in your own design. *sometimes these designs will be randomized* // Coming Soon – Button Therapy Clothing.!

When I say coming soon, I mean in the future expect it. No official time stamp on the date as of yet.

*8 represents the infinite and recurring – if you turn it around sideways a bit, you’ll see ∞.

Symbolism will remain the platform where my words can be understood. At times I feel I’ve talked too much, revealed too much. I begin to feel randomized, all over the place.

Ever since I was little I would hear: “It’s not that deep” because I’d break down something into its smallest pieces, or “You are a deep thinker”. Which then makes me want to simplify what I’m saying. The point is driven home when the lines are clear.

I believe it’s possible to accept the random and the uninformed. Not everything requires an explanation. It is what it is. Which means: WHATEVER IT IS – THAT’S THE WAY IT IS.

You are more than welcome to decide why it is. The how behind the mechanism. You can change the way you look at it. It’s fun for me to take out the anatomy and find the flow of access.

I prefer clues, poetry, a sequence of riddles. I hide behind the mystery. The wand of symbolism. There’s magic in the delivery of innuendo.

I also tend to reinforce what came before it. Talking too much, adding clarity to an already understood text. It’s been said. Now you get it. If you don’t get it, I’ll put it this way…

I’m unlocking the system and getting into the matrix. Abiding by the law of the mystery and gazing into the rabbit hole. Making means from the Internet and traveling into the deep. Pages unheard of from the naked eye. Seeking to follow the prism of the ancient mind. I’ll keep the chain going to infinite parallels. Meet me in between the lines. Accuse me of only finding peace. Without poison and without the gun. This drug is taken by the obedience of the familiar. Shortening my words until I can find the conceptual master.

Do you get it?<<
h.

:D<<
p>