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the stars that rest above me are of unbelievable magnitude.
they also sparkle with crystal crimson – blinding me by their rapture of shine and bliss.
the tokens found in my heart are daring to be inserted into a funk machine.
this dance might begin where my tears have left me stale.
perhaps, the tarot card, crystal ball, and Zion’s prayers, predicted this dread?
my unwillingness to play ahead and to saturate the options laid out beforehand, explains this drought.
i’m hot at the command of fluctuated and unreliable weather reports.
yet, the ghost of my ancestral heritage is awaking my hands to remove the stone.
to unveil the performance that has practiced, millennium after millennium.
i have been predestined to understand how these words will develop, my current state of affairs.
for such is sometimes, A ‘s.s.o.a’ – an acronym which means – Sad State of Affairs:
“it’s a sad state of affairs”. that is to say, a series of unfortunate events have taken place, all of which has led down, to the path of sadness.
be it: broken promises.
expectations which go undelivered.
lies being disguised as the truth.
all of these misfortunes have boiled up into a sad emotional burden.
and we want to rid it off like a bumpy itch.
like a fresh and absurd stain created cuz you drank coffee in the hurry for caffeine. (on your white threads, nonetheless)
what could be summarized rather briefly – has extended itself into a long, 6 paged letter.
sadness is then spoken in dissecting paragraphs with a nauseating prolix.
i don’t like this.
it isn’t right.
folks are often inconveniened at the expense of their labor. as it continues on – the emotional allowance and justification for such neglect sinks into desperate pleading.
why can’t ANY this change?
can it rearrange in our favor?
will someone at least care for us?
we don’t always care for ourselves because emotional anxiety can exile our self care routines.
sadness then turns around and asks the bold question – what’s the point?
many lines have been written to justify a love that is self-serving.
self-care is a charge we should take notice of.
however, who is willing to be sought?
when you hide from yourself // who will
seek to find you?
when associates have abandoned themselves into their own busy lives.
when strangers knock on the doors of unfamiliar houses.
when those closest to you seem so far away and your voice is too weak to call.
it does seem terrifying that we are all here alone in melody, but confused in this scattered song.
“What if all that is and all that was before
Was just a test to see if we’ll handle more?
What if the loss was gain and the gain was truly loss?
Happiness is freedom, a chain with a cost.
I wrote a script called ASLEEP // ALARM earlier this year involving a dialogue between being awake or responding to the alarm.
waking up diligently to answer various objectives, is like ketchup on the most visible parts of your white linen.
however, some stains are not at all bothered by the poor defense of water with no soap or elbow grease.
we may need to scrub deeper than the surface.
there’s a war going on between who can be heard the most among the noise.
but everyone knows, the loudest one in the crowd.
they don’t go through the bother of camouflage or soft editing.
they’re usually rambunctious in sharing their passion and highly skilled at competitive laughing.
as it turns out, people would like to get to where they’re going without the hassle of unclear abbreviations.
how can any of this go anywhere without clear specifics?!
in my search to find clarity and meaning in a room full of emotional interplay.
i am aghast at the rumbling of this earthquake, which has shattered the foundation whole.
decisions and choices, i have yet to make.
what will be said about my fate?
the written VISIBLE word was foreign to my eyes.
my ears were overwhelmed with an abundance of music.
sticky strings of classical embroidered carols for the day.
but, darkened thick hallowed melodies of funk and rock guitars at night.
i was forewarned about the flagrant affairs of my recent decisions.
i found myself watering down the seeds planted in my dreams, while forging the present everyday moment in exchange for prolonged daydreaming.
still the pages are left unturned.
answers are still joined at the hip, which provides a hit that doesn’t quit.
when affairs are sour because of late expiration – we need not be afraid of signing off, on tears which are worth the stream release from our eyes.
when the veil is swiped away from the one in the box, mimicking authoritative oppression.
it becomes very clear like in the land of oz’ – that Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs (O.Z.P.I.N.H.E.A.D) pretended all along by the projected trickery of ✳️HYPE✳️.
he changed his form constantly therefore making illusion of the fact, that he was an ordinary man from Omaha, Nebraska – who had amazing technological gear!
the wizard of oscar zoroaster phadrig isaac norman henkle emmannuel ambroise diggs, what a LEGEND!
remember beloved, when you encounter a ‘SSOA’ and you are guaranteed to, at some point in your life.
insert this token into your memory bank – sad doesn’t always rhyme with bad.
sad can rightfully drive one mad or make one incredibly glad!
sad is merely a STATE and thus – it is possessed with the amazing ability to change its form.
A slingshot gets whatever’s inside just a little further in the distance. It’s merely a leap in the considerable distance. This is what a cigarillo does for me. When smoking one, I get a little leap and a light sensation in my feet. It’s a unique feeling but one that is merely a leap. If I really want to travel first class with more benefits a glass of wine does the trick.
This is not the same as being HIGH. When you’re high – no drone or airplane can reach you. You become the skyscraper and the eagle. It’s something about being at the top. Sitting on the throne means that very few can bother you.
We ain’t always at the top but that doesn’t mean you still can’t say hi!
The world has changed a lot but some things take longer than others. Every minute of our life on this planet we are gradually getting closer to our destruction. It was the famous poet Giacomo Leopardi who said: “Death is not an evil, because it frees us from all evils, and while it takes away good things, it takes away also the desire for them. Old age is the supreme evil, because it deprives us of all pleasures, leaving us only the appetite for them, and it brings with it all sufferings. Nevertheless, we fear death, and we desire old age.”
It’s an oxymoron that we wish to get high at the expense of our coming age. It will catch up with us eventually. Nonetheless, we have tools to help us get there slower. I’m deciding to take it slower even as our life moves at rapid speed. “I can’t believe it’s already MAY!” They say! “Time has been going by so fast – before you know it the end of the year will be here.”
Well yeah, that’s kind of how time works. It keeps on without our ability to maintain it. All of us are not record checkers. We’re told to not look back and I get that looking back has the tendency of locking us in a time freeze. However, it’s imperative to consider what history has taught us. History is just one of those teachers that don’t give up on giving homework and lessons for us to remember.
History goes from one auxiliary to the next, choosing for some mysterious reason to follow first this path and then another one.
How is it – that we easily forget what comes before? Back to the slingshot – what a rocket blaster huh? Maybe not so much – but this depends on the elasticity of the rubber. When the composite materials are of highest quality, anything which rests inside of the rubber nest is sure to go a long way. Cigarillos ain’t meant to take you over the Northstar or where drones can’t reach you. A little light in your feet ain’t the same as floating where the clouds come to change its face with every passing phase.
“The Accusation of elderly conviction is executed merely because of futuristic outcomes, coded by a similar disposition .”