Insight – writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means)

Eye 1.

The more I live life, I’m finding it rather difficult to say “I Can’t”. The limits are becoming more and more imaginary. It’s all about intention. Sure, some factors are out of my control, but needless to say, I have the strength to do it – if I will it so. I can commit to my own goals. I can challenge myself if it means to recognize my own strength. Maybe I’ll fall down really hard, I can almost guarantee the pain that comes with it will be for my gain. The bruise is then the story and indicator as to why I stumbled. So even if I lose, yeah – Eye 1.

This concept of ‘losing’ has been largely manipulated to mean something humiliating. This projection of shame has been perpetrated through mass media. The ones who lost, and the ones who won. Sure, competition is a good sport and quite a natural course. However, this bullying into feeling less than, because you could not achieve the particular standard given is bogus. We have to respect the effort put into the battle.

However, this bullying into feeling less than, because you could not achieve the particular standard given is bogus. We have to respect the effort put into the battle.

Research – The Seeds of Colorless Imagination

In the midst of the walls of studies, my definition for research leaps and spins. WHAT does it even mean to “DO YOUR RESEARCH?”

We all find ourselves flipping through the pages of history to find a synonymous argument that appears to tame our own biased perspective. Ultimately, can it be in the heart of commonality where our search is renewed? Finding positions that signify a truth to our unspoken realizations. As we begin to entertain the length of colorless imaginations told through HIStory, we wonder where is the mother; to all that is embedded in the seeds. I’ve found my gestures paranoid as my eyes read through the variation of individual insight. I’m speaking from a peril of context and the journey through the windows of content.

Pay no mind to my accusation – I’m only what you believe about freedom.

I noticed your call and my heart is back to you. I am consumed on the deadly possibility.

I am consumed on the deadly possibility.

As your call desperately arises in my voice.

The Dance (MUTED HEARTBEATS)

The Dance.

YES!

Don’t you love it when someone is able to capitalize on the exact emotions that you feel at your heart so closely? Sometimes when the ‘Word’ is sent forth, the composition is lowercased, until THE CAPITAL transcends what is lowercased. I am very familiar with this DANCE. Thank you Sylina for writing such a piece that capitalizes the very notion of where I Stand.

To accompany this piece, I am reminded of something I wrote that is similar entitled ‘Muted Heartbeats’

You scream and tear the shreds; into consequential items of neglectfulness.

These shreds are remnants of what has become of my love.

I’m no longer given to the reasoning of persistent battle; my heart is restless.

The urgency which once compelled me to create action has lost its fervor.

You are holding on to the example of the championship, I once delivered to you, but I have put down my sword.

I engage in the activity of complexity, by allowing our interests to dance within miles.

As I walk daily to the deserts of sweat; my efforts are begged for thirst.

I express to myself the wonder which vehemently places discord between us.

This muted threat is louder than all of the greatness combined.

Its ‘lack’ is the weight of overload and sickness.

In the elements of goodness; I am sharply reminded of these knives.

It is actually in the laughter in which your spirit decides; that kindles my fractured soul.

These testimonies of agony; brings me to regret as I shape them each rising day.

These muted heartbeats remain in my body; to speak of your boisterous heartbeat.

But are we to mute the sounds of life because we wish to forget the beat of our heavy hearts?

Infallible Gestures – Travel To Nola

Given by the immutable realizations of primitive presentations, one has only visualized the actions of physicality. What is already known is spoken by the suggestive mind. When one bears the fruit off of the tree, a voice will command words repeating after growth and intention. (1+1+1 is 3) There is no denial upon the posture of every position of the business. One has become possessed with a silence due to the arrangement of infallible gestures. Being unable to pronounce the poses and significant details of fashion; there is only the undeniable reality of subjective judgment.For a little while.

In the quality of time and definition, there is room for space and acknowledgment of Silence.

I traveled to Nola to BREATHE because virtually everything in Texas had me coughing! I went on a Megabus which I must add is a perfect way to travel for insanely cheap prices! I traveled with my sister and my niece, ROUND-TRIP from Dallas Texas – Houston Texas – New Orleans it cost me around 12 dollars! No Jokes! With Free Wifi, warm atmosphere, and NO Stops! They really give Greyhound a run for their money! I can go into details but I don’t want to get carried away; it was simply a blessing to find out about their site as I purchased the tickets the same day I heard about it. LOL. Imagine how cheap it is if you book in advance! So I went on my way for two weeks! July 13 – July 30!

Being in New Orleans this time felt out of place because I did not have Miss X with me. She was with me this time last year for essentially the whole time! I stayed with my best friend Toi, whose family is my family! They treated me so well, and every day we arose to the horizon of bright and shifting stars!

Every day was fully convinced with a practice of suspense! I never knew what to expect as the random stars collided into a mansion of promises! It’s safe to say I enjoyed everything there and it really enlarged my cheeks! I laughed so much and created memories that will remain forever! “DON’T SAY THAT PASTOR”/ PEOPLE ARE SOMETHING, YOU GOTTA TO WATCH EM’/ SHA NO/MARY HAD A BABY…OOO MY LAWD” So many things I created and resolved

“DON’T SAY THAT PASTOR”/ PEOPLE ARE SOMETHING, YOU GOTTA TO WATCH EM’/ SHA NO/MARY HAD A BABY…OOO MY LAWD” So many things I created and resolved to be there. I can’t count all of the events as they are so large and engulfed with details of information.

The bowl was full with fruition, and it was SUPER!

Being In New Orleans demonstrated on a high scale, the passion and sincerity in the night. I was reminded of the bridge of ordinary and peculiar realizations. I never knew what to expect being there as everything was given a sense of spontaneity on levels I never imagined. Everyday, was eventful and sharpen my understanding of what it meant to be on vacation. I certainly could not breathe just around beauty, it would be more effective to carry myself in the lens of understanding. My stomach craved for more of the time that was soon going to enter another dimension. There was a time, when the shadows of echoed memories, left an innuendo of old practiced ANNOYANCE. I could not seem to grasp the gravity of why things went they way they played out. I heard so many voices, and I never knew exactly the freedom I have been given. I became paranoid at the the mention of stationary living, and I still am. Being in New Orleans brought everything to where I am now.

At the time when I heard the ‘Infallible Gestures’ come to me, I really did not understand the extent of what it meant, because I was possessed with a silence at the time. Now this silence has ceased, and I have realized the unmistakable presence of those things which have remained in motion. I know now, not to share with everyone your business as some may become like the media, leeching to whatever hint, to assume and create reason why they KNOW where you should go and what you should say. These gestures which are authentic are unable to be removed due to their eternal motion. It’s the story of love which convinced me to hold to those things which reasoning has no time for. We can’t reason the cause of anger all of the time, we say its gesture and we often conceive a thought based on it’s life. but truly it’s all a rotational of landscaping.

Summarized Notion of Thought: As the gestures move and speak on a level of love, fully speak to the relation of strategies. Don’t be afraid to use the color from above, extend mercy and follow in the execution of Justice. As the planets come to find themselves of the orbits of your universe, PLANET and write it down so that the lesson may involve itself in your heart. As hesitation creeps in the heart of a suggestion prediction, remind yourself of the one who is love, the one who starts and ends; in the middle of your wonder. Alpha and Omega, knowing in faith and grace we are kept in security!

Artifacts Of The Mind

When I compose the articles of history and my fingers begin to write what I have seen with my own eyes. I shut off the negotiation of what happens, and I fall right back to the inspiration that made my fingers ALIVE in the first place. When I lay in my bed, my mind soars to a place I feel content within. Everything has shaped itself in a new dominion. As for that grip, which tightly pulls myself closer, I am no longer unaware that this is a devoted mystery. Every day it will call me by my name and speak with a gentle flow and passion, only I understand.

I have re-visited the memories and bountiful expressions that is for Miss X and I. The variable no longer is ignored, rather it’s much more desired on a higher plane. My love is a language that many of my friends are aware of, but only one has studied it and has spoken it, every day. We can put ourselves in containers of justice, we can also lock ourselves away from the elements designed to follow their designed course. This case is sophisticated, but by reason of intelligence and practice, the realization of my mind is awake.

Do I really need to bother the heart that is preparing for a reunion someday? Is it appropriate to dress up time in a fashion where everyone raves at its ‘VOGUE’? We can dance in front of the wolves and sing in front of nature’s most beautiful elements, but are we trying to read one book with our minds on yet another chapter?

We could lose our focus, and our craze can lead us into a daze. But the mindset of our desire wants company, and I can provide company to artifacts of history.

When was the last time the company of memory seized the intention to create memory again? When the breath is gone and the bitter taste of death seeks the tip of your tongue, redemption is near. In the space of our moment in death, we will awaken to life.

Looking at the miracles of life and how we are all designed with a unique print and fashion. It’s a glorious realization.

We’re miracles!!

Summarized Notion For Thought: We are in this mystery of living because we are purposed, our miracles have been uniquely designed, and this will always be the assurance into the why we are here.

An Invitation To Memories Passed

Here’s to the invitation that was sent by the realization of the door to the ‘New World’. There was a time when people counted days and measured qualities of time by the associations of the responses of a wide array of people.

Today, marks May 1, 2012. AND today earlier while I was at work, the dawn of memory swept at my door. What you are doing now has the capacity to become a memory that changes every scope of your life. When you are in love, the melody that person plays is a memory that is perfectly in tune. The reminiscence of those memories stalks you, like a predator.

Just last year, my girl and I were living in a house that is was burned down. We created some of our most intimate moments in that house. It started out as an accident to come there, but it quickly became a fixed purpose for two weeks. It made us completely reliable and focused on our relationship. Food, transportation, and intimacy became a new question and adventure for us.

I can just think about some of the many memories, that have passed which makes my tears stain my cheeks.

We were on the bus, traveling and living a life full of serene and explosive details which make up the best picture now.

After the memories have dawned, we have a new expectation.

THIS starts now! Right now, we are going, to begin with, an intellectual pivot.

The plates are merging harder and the lava spills on the site that brings photosynthesis. The energy and sunlight all create a misery of ancient misunderstandings. STILL, there is an intellectual pivot, that dives deeper into the joy of slothfulness. Time all makes this impossible encouraged to resort to nothing.

I look forward to engaging in some of these plates of thought with you guys here. This will be more personal and direct than any of my other blogs such as:

jester4x.blogspot.com

This is an alternative. One with much more color and antique design!

You’re invited! Come & Let’s Flow!

Summarized Notion For Thought: When you think about what is deep, and what cries for growth, we can think about the blood racing so that it is replenished. It feels good to run and find ourselves at the sight of what’s attractive, once we are naked.

We need not be covered.