We need not be reminded of the toe that was cuffed against the bed frame. Perhaps, the most complexing is how pain doesn’t need an invitation to the party.* Pain doesn’t need to be summoned to the dance floor.* it shows up on stage demanding that you deal with the groove. Pain doesn’t go away so easily. It makes you spin and cry but it isn’t finished with you yet. Pain pulsates and creates a space for more pain to come.
Not much you can do but find a remedy. Pain is long-suffering and teeth pain cripples the will to move on. (Sometimes It’s worth it!)
Laughing, eating, and talking is a joke when your throat and mouth are paralyzed. It doesn’t last long but the pain is manipulative.
Ice can’t always take the heat away. Nakedness can’t hide from its claws. Pain shares a resemblance with misunderstanding. Pain reacts in desperate and sometimes dramatic measures of fashion.
It may scream or mislead through a made up scenario that never ever happened. It’s a shame to see someone willingly redesign and reconfigure what is looking at them.
By suspending reality and hiring illusion you ensure that no one wins. The game is not even set by any rules that matter but when you deny what’s in front of you. Got Damn!
It’s upsetting because it makes you a delusional artist. WATCH OUT NOW: you’re adding too much paint and color to the subject and now the sun looks like a bowling ball!
Perspective matters but please talk in the same key. Most of these realizations can change but they tend to remain stagnant. Now you’re loading apples into golden storage bins! You see what I mean?
It doesn’t make sense, so slow down and bring it full circle. By all means look and deal with reality for what it presents itself as. Pain is a part of the process to get to beauty. I may be in my own world but I see what iz looks like.
Cuz, iz doesn’t mean pain will prolong.
Mediate To Levitate!
Wanna sing but have no inspiration? Wanna dance but afraid of the crowds? Wanna be a star but trapped in the nucleus of a black hole? Can’t manage to be happy but rather sad at the lack of currency? Wanna exchange lives but have no soul? Wanna fly but have no wings for flight?
The answer is found in the journey of nothingness. There ain’t nothing that can be said about the ‘something’ you ain’t do. There ain’t no sound or voice for the victim of the blame. There is only the charade of guilty bells which ring on Sunday’s morning condemnation sermon.
“GET RIGHT OR GET LEFT! YOU HAVE NO TIME. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
Truth be told, there’s ain’t no expected time for your growth or healing.
A pill of circumstance only wishes to be blessed. There ain’t no curse more lethal than not accepting one for who they are. This is where religion or ‘overt spirituality’ or politics or anything other than love gets in the way. Anytime there is a barrier or line drawn – the point is missed.
LOVE IS THE ONLY LAW.
You can’t control someone’s choices. The moment you feel compelled ‘To warn someone of their wickedness..” you presume you know what’s good and likely the ‘good’ things are found in the word you desperately have hidden in your heart – so that you won’t sin against the G-d of YOUR choice. You have every right to believe and act according to your belief. Belief is one thing, sharing it to the point of extreme evangelism is another.
People who talk to G-d are usually cool with me. But the people who G-d talks to? Sheeeiit. Did you hear g-d or was that just you? Could it all be just what you want to believe? I’m not against positive thinking, it’s helpful. I’m just saying, g-d telling you to do this, go there, say this, preach this – makes me wonder who’s agenda is really being upheld? We all know humans do a very good job at speaking for the divine. Humans claim to be instruments in which the divine flows through.
This is one of our purposes in life. To partake in a journey to reach places as our evolution leaps into the next door.
If you can’t see the journey as a stepping stone than what is it? A waste of time? An empty hall where you were forced to go through with no promise at the end? Didn’t you have fun or was it just to make you depressed afterward? What was it all for if you can’t smile and cry with the pages of your history?
For it was written and it can’t be erased by the present pen. The walls are finished and the stage is set. You must perform even when nervous, eat while you are sleeping. This is how you learn and grow from the visions set before you.
Dreams await you where a love can be seen again for what they are worth. What’s it all for? A record to be known and seen for what it means for your abilities to see with intent. It’s all for love but love ain’t always easy. Love is about the thrill of knowing what it is to want to have without.
Drowning in the ocean of existence. I am somewhere found deeply in the blue below. This ocean is self-engineered. All of my tears and fears are staring at me. Now I can baptize myself in my own remission. The light makes me confused, but the darkness is my spell of choice. I’m My own rescue. My own savior. My own guide to the shadows.
I am having to search with the lens of the ocean, going endlessly down to find a path of righteous monsters. I only now request that they drown me in the promise of their nightmares as I sleep. I want to at least taste of the horror before the massacre begins.
The words that are written have been written before, but now I have forgotten what came before it. The memory is neglecting context but history stays true, time and time again.
As I sleep, I’m reaching up to the ladder. A way out. A place of arrival so that I can enter the window or a door of being. Before I get there, I’m caught in the steps.
I look beside me and notice every dragon of distraction. These dragons swirl in circular identity, waiting for me to be caught in its snare. I go to sleep again, now I begin to climb higher. I don’t want to awake from my slumber.
I want the mountain of dreams to cover me whole. Nothing is left for me here in this waking life but symbols and mysteries which prophecy of my sleep. With carpet eyes, but wooden floor perspective.
What I see is a concrete dream. A promise that I believe because of the passion and power of love. I’m sure of fulfilling manifestation because of wooden floor perspective. These carpet eyes relinquish a soft pattern without concern or notice to pick up visible stains.
Those eyes more than welcome vacuums and stain remover cleaner – for carpet picks up on everything much faster.Wooden floor perspective is far more established and true to the heels that walk upon it.
I still desire the medicine of advice and encouragement, for when my resources retire – I stand to gain. By climbing the ladder and reaching the manifestation of the window, I have found my resting place.
Frequencies turning into deeper habits. The behavior of the unseen is what’s kept in the fortune cookie of opportunity. As said and as circumcised – I’ve already dissolved off the extra tissue crowned to distract me.
The fortune of this responsibility is deep and the enrichment of myself is multiplied. I’m there. Through the sadness and through climbing the ladder – the window of manifestation has revealed the key.
The Ocean (Sadness)
The Ladder (dREaM)
Window (Manifestation Key)
I’ve been drawing this for about 7 years, only now there’s been clarity to this representation.
I sometimes find a home in sadness, and occasionally I’m lost. However, even when drowning in sadness – there is always a ladder.
The dragons of distractions turn on every pressing corner. They have eyes and they see you. You can buy into them on occasion – but never forget the ladder caught in between the dream and waking life.
When you climb up, you are closer to the manifestation key of your dREaMs. The window is the door. You can look through with Carpet Eyes and pick up on everything.
Yet, it is with Wooden Floor Perspective – you are able to eternally sustain what is picked up. Carpet Eyes // Wooden Floor Perspective.