blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)
the metrics upon my thoughts land in a planned dream you appeared in a multicolored dress i confess: it was tempting when you came my way in the midnight gray when you suspected my thoughts were distant reminded of our touch which subconsciously i missed very much even as long ago weeps for a much desired sleep action is misplaced on the table of distant seas waters placing us a part while the heart attempts to start my standing still wishes for you to move near to alarm my every symphony so that my vision can hear the word spoken back then, i still understood when we lived in the same neighborhood i neglected the requested chance i was too nervous to dance embarrassed by your movements and step i kept all my rhythm enclosed until the water flowed to the seeds, i then arose froze but dripping to the splendid occasion wherein this invasion became translucent (upon the metrics of these same thoughts : this summary of a melodic swoon my fullness was regarded as the moon walking like mj backwards to the stolen tune yet we sang with fascination, admiration & rightful sensation! (memories restores faith and hope; the contradiction in this is that : memories needn’t be rushed to be created.)
i’m welcomed to my own own envelope party! yeah! yeah! yeah! writing letters at the seams multiple colored dreams fantasies and a spelled out intention reading it all out, so that all could be mentioned
tearing open the paper for a surprise the secret in here to advise ::: the reconciliation is closed i supposed it was because the bridge could not be crossed apparel sequencing nonetheless flossed the steps removed and tossed anchoring exploitation is the name ‘bossed’ by recurring screens littered in the eyes of incapable means
when wishing to dethrone the idea of home, my expectations sprint like the legends of rome. emblematic of an extravagant moonlight affair, my apparel crafted a tailored flair. dismissing the evidentiary notion. seeking rivers or oceans instead. as the bed doesn’t lie. the mind can cry opposed to the big picture but verified by in nuance.
seeing what’s caught in between. but begging for the green to be worn like jeans. understood are the roles played. they can’t all relay because their actions play a part. contradictory elements within the genes . bullying the pressure to let go and release the SCREAM. all over and on and on. composed in note and pattern without the visitation of exact correlation or by the planet Saturn!
(this poem / song came to me in a dREaM. i was at my old church, and there were multiple envelops thrown into the air while this song was being sang by the congregation. the dREaM ended by me being toppled over by a woman who sat on me after the last note was harmonized. very colorful indeed but i don’t know what it could mean?) 😂😅🤣
embraced by the supplication of your face your canvas, strokes are embedded with grace my appetite requests plural and singular taste fed by the mercies of your wish your pallet contains variations of flavors to dish with your laughter being a festive occasion and that smile stirring all the persuasion it’s no wonder : i have been summoned as a timeless recall, at a futuristic dream ball dancing by the beat of your clairvoyant signature i hope to be extended as your acceptable visitor ringing like your heart while singing: songs draped as sonnets and meaningful conjecture enough definitions and rhymes that’ll soon lecture… Not into sleep, but unto passages of paragraphs that’ll keep you kept into the deep if you’re wondering what all of this may mean? pay attention to my intention to make you scream as i shout: powers and seasonal flowers that may awaken your planted tree with rain and gain, until you can clearly see i’m on a roll, as i measure the graph around your whole every part of you, wrapped like cellophane on a prestigious gift my rift is a draft, encouraging you to pass with humor that’ll make you laugh carrying weight from your outstretched hand collecting all the specs of sand holding onto you with a promised note while floating to your hidden canals with my love boat consider this a cruise, one in which i heal your every bruise kissing softly the sprain, so that like a train you understand how my language is tracked with luggage already packed irrespective of the transportation this narration may become too much, but that’s the danger of surrendering to your touch while looking to name this piece in honor of your PERSONALITY FEAST i think of your beauty revealed by prayers of the holiest priest which is to say : your glory reaches to my inner poetic story sometimes too long and abstract to be said, but you’re in my spirit like fine wine awakens the dead
(THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO THE NAME OF THE BUTTERY PECAN : MAY IT SERVE YOU AS YOU HAVE SERVED ME! 🧈🦋🌟)
i find it curious, that when folks check in on you, they continue with wonder: “how have you been? what have you been up too? long time no talk too, what’s been happening?” however, those same people can’t / wouldn’t / haven’t – taken anytime to press play to engage in your latest creation.
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if you want the message to relay; indeed all you need to do is press play and LISTEN! (i would really appreciate your feedback / criticisms especially if you make it through the whole thing!
this project was originally released 2 years ago as a written text, featuring 10 chapters with a lot of colorful poetry and allegory. i’ve done the difficult arrangement of writing, editing, and recording it all. There’s no ‘physical’ copy of this book yet because i really want folks to listen as opposed to flipping through the pages and missing something.
Typos notwithstanding, there’s a message! May you get through! Whether through the Angel (😇) or Angle (📐)
Blessings and thank you for everyone that has taken the time! This was done at no cost to you, but if you wish to give a love token and donation :
Wait (Weigh) The Minute! TyPo Or FaiTh (Fate)? IS OUT NOW FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE!
This Audio book is the first of which i’ve ever done and the LONGEST project I created , running in at 2 hours and 12 minutes and 40 seconds! it makes sense it would be about the length of a feature film! this is also a project i’ve been working on for the last 5 years. My first book (Paradise Clarity) is a poetry opus of 460 pages conceptualizing the framework behind my writing since 2013.
Whereas, this book is a recorded notion of my past, present, and future. It speaks to the awareness that comes with being balanced about the things that happen to us on in our journey through life.
This book has 3 narrations : First of which is narrated by Balaam’s Don_Key found the scripture in Numbers Chapter 22 wherein Balaam is stopped in his tracks after his donkey ‘BRINGS HIM TO HIS ATTENTION ON WHERE HE IS GOING. ESSENTIALLY, HIS DONKEY MADE A TYPO* OF HIS USUAL FATE. Secondly, it loosely follows the life of Tomson who grew up in a Pentecostal Holiness Church of God in Christ. Much of which is my personal story (alongside with many who’ve had similar experience with the church.) Lastly, this is an audio search, which attempts to explain the reactions of such dispositions of both the Angle and Angel!
May you enjoy and listen in your own time!
TABLE CONTENTS (LIST OF CHAPTERS) : 00:29-01:24
INTRODUCTIONS: ANGLES, ANGELS, & THE DON_KEY -: 01:25-04:19
ASLEEP // ALARM: 4:20 – 8:25
(CHAPTER 1: OVER HERE? AIN’T OVER THERE!) : 8:26-18:01
(CHAPTER 2: DIFFERENT LENS, DIFFERENT PENS) : 18:03-24:20
(CHAPTER 3: WORLDS WITHIN THE WORLD) : 24:21-38:03
(CHAPTER 4: TELL HIM YES!) : 38:04-50:35
(CHAPTER 5: TRANSITION OF TRADITION): 50:37-1:09:35
(CHAPTER 6: CONGREGATIONAL SONG? ALL TOGETHER NOW!) : 1:09:37-1:16:08
(CHAPTER 7: TITHES AND OBLIGATIONS) : 1:16:09-1:26:18
(CHAPTER 8: THE BIBLE BELT) : 1:26:20-1:33:30
(CHAPTER 9: TRIPPING ON YOUR TRIP?!) 1:33:31-1:42:58
In this video: I sew 14 buttons on a new pair of *BLUE DENIM LEVI JEANS* something, I never thought I’d ever wear again. 24 minutes of mostly ASMR motion. The results were satisfactory and the therapy was needed. Hence the silence, for the majority of this video. This was a very much an ASMR inspired video. No whispering but careful attention to where I was going with the needle and thread.
This is the result @ ::: 23:16 – 23:38
Blue Jeans For Work3 (2 hole buttons) on the one going down!
Much more coming: BE OUT ON A LOOKOUT FOR PART 7 HERE!
Even if you were to listen 3 times, it still wouldn’t take you 7 minutes to listen!
i sat down on one of the loneliest benches in the city amidst the piss, perfume, and upscale degradation _ it is with no hesitation to witness : that, this is a city filled with pretty & superfluous dreams.
all of which are split at the seams because the luxury of such life : bears insufferable strife.
on every corner, folks gather and scatter to enter the markets, to meander and shop!
hoping that their cards and credit won’t flop!
the currency and change makes one deranged through the arrangements of who potentially may be able to try it.
or who is willingly able to buy it?
if the advertising scheme is to beam any light, it’ll glow constantly through the morning, evening and late @ night.
glistening programs intending to influence your thoughts and the framing around them.
the measure is neither bountiful or slim.
as it concerns who gets to feel the impact of this glitter…despite the pockets of litter found in between streets or the desperate cries for consumption via uber eats.
the packaging is more real than the supposed material gain.
the profits remain, only among those that exploit the collective masses.
to this bench, i testified of a memory belonging amongst the lowest of classes.
when having no shelter, clean apparel, or access to a prescription to refill my glasses…
i struggled to see : how social systems could justify this neglect while claiming freedom simultaneously?
abruptly: the loneliest bench in the city – spoke back to me (with these words) : “as cement is drilled into a hole, and wooden wedges are placed inside to fill the vacant sole – so shall the ruling class walk on by, sitting on top of skyscrapers – built up high, like pigeons: it is there that they spy : to maintain their hegemonic & cawing lullaby.
communication should be easy but for a lot folks they’re wheezy to breezy ‘non-specifics.’ it becomes abstract to the point of distraction. all your numbers swallowed in subtraction. bleeding into a performance ‘extraction’. all of this, to say : you’re expected to do the work for other folks.
if you’ve ever been the one in the class who finished your work first, & expected spying eyes looking at your paper for the ‘answers’, you know very well just what party and what dancers make that scene. with a sly and glean jest, folks be making all the mess.
we should study and hold ourselves accountable as to not be caught slipping, like Jimmy! (YOO & shoutout to Slipping Jimmy, from ‘Better Call Saul‘ – a show I did not expect to connect with as much as eye have recently!)
One of the most enjoyable aspects of the show for me is the display of contradictions. ::: Lawyers // Grifters. DA Streets // Institutions. Ethical Justice By The State // Living On The Ends To Advance To The Top. ::: There’s a lot that can be said about all sorts of life’s thrills and ills. It’s natural to acknowledge the contradictions in all of life. Positives and negatives.
everything is connected // that is to say : related to each other. historically & materially – various lines intersect. conscious & subconscious beings do not exist within a vacuum. time itself is a continuation in and of itself. which is to say : what’s happened, is about to happen , and is already happening. it didn’t stop. nor did it pause, it extended. like a song recommended by additional bells and whistle’s. it’s steadily going because it’s relational.
It’s true, the jokes write themselves, like sinister elves seeking fairy shelves encoded with dust. one could perceive the reaction to lust, as a pie without crust ???
what is a conspiracy if not mass delusion by distracting the masses of the people on learning how systems operate and how everything is connected? whether you’re talking about aliens or lizard people – if that doesn’t involve material conditions which are controlled by forces such as (exploitation, violence by the state, status quo compliance by controlling women and marginalized genders and the like) if your conspiracy is too abstract to understand, it should be discarded or rather shaved to the point of making sense and getting through to the listener. if your ‘conspiracy’ can’t be explained in 10 seconds or less, than maybe it’s best – to say less? or at least study what can be proven by history / her story/ their-story / this being the most profound glory ! one has to wonder? if thoughts leading to silence will speak like thunder! if the wind ascends or if the sound is bound?
the guess of who knows? replied : i found out, what you about _ and it’s clinging to the clout. why chase, if all you’ll do is erase and out pace your need for examining grace. take space….lest your mistake the window for your face !
To This the proclamation was interrogated: Shall I Serenade or Fade?
whether you spend or trade it’s counting to something like a ‘thing’ that would sing
i’ll teach you how to sew a 2 (:) hole button. it’s easier than it looks, blessings! this is how i like to do it, you may have another way! this is to no dismay, for sharing is caring ! blessings !
part 2!
this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days, a collection of variances and similarities. on the 7th episode – stay tuned to ‘here’ for a special announcement!
in bed, within the inn – i then go, soft peddles of a perfumed floral ring ‘a rose’ in me : the call of a bee sting. entwined in clusters of blue and carpenter’s wood remains flames of extravagance, shouldering between transgression and what’s expected to be good at the cocktail’s hour, happy itself – extends into the pour of a whisky sour!
within this writing – i’m inciting : levels of tiny pebbles ! stuck inside the shoe, solving this dilemma is merely paying attention to the clue! the case of this face is myriad but fallen short of obscene … when the sense became non – i become a breathless yawn. quivering into the distant soft tissue, as my tears are signatures of issues.
ranging from emotional neglect and tortured trauma! but confessions of repentance have been absolved through the teachings of the Dalai Lama! (((it should be noted : the dalai lama and 🧿 DO NOT IDEOLOGICALLY ALIGN, as They’ve worked with the 👀ℹ️🅰️, so….👎🏿 ! i only used their mention due to the rhyme provided on the spare dime in time.)))
i’m kept close by the face of an perplexing ace! while going through this crisis of energy – is not at all unexpected …
yet: it does appear suspected
as so much can be said………….. instead i’ll pause where my whispers swallow the voice inside, is a guide to which i follow
the fiction of the white just might: speak way too soon….. months of turning pages to the crescent & whole moon
still awaiting colors, glisten serene and while the contradictions long to be seen…. dialectically & eclectically : to those that suggest otherwise, by the sight of their reading eyes? lines indeed, align and surprise!
while : in bed, within the inn – i then know, embedded indigo!
I originally conceptualized the title “embedded indigo” after gathering all of my close friends at Benihana’s in Chanhassen Minnesota! I remember I worked at Mall of America at the time, and TrevorGuy called me around the time, I was leaving work. “Prince is having a music video dress rehearsal for Judith Hill with Eric Leeds, tonight at Paisley Park and you’re invited to bring in a couple of folks. Details forthcoming. Are you down?” “Absolutely, I’ll let my folks know!” I was absolutely ecstatic about going to Paisley Park and to add to that : A music video with two of my favorite musical artists!? I told the ‘True Blues’ (y’all know who you are!) AND we were all excited to be there!
For added context: I had only been to Minnesota 3 months at this point and things were already picking up, as only 2 days ago from this point I got 3 messages that a private party : was happening at Paisley Park and me and my friends had been invited to Paisley! If y’all want a run down of what happened you can watch that here! https://youtu.be/zSQWWAwRWgg
BACK TO BENIHANA’S! So we are all there awaiting what’s the scoop! everybody’s asking me, what’s about to happen!? Obviously I would know right? Well no. Prince never gave any information about what was about to happen, he just told you to prepare and that I did. It was at least 21 of us and none of us did not know what would happen. We were all sharing Prince stories and all guessing all what could go down. Clearly, we were all decked in our finest of clothes. I do remember having blue on at the time.
Suddenly : I get a call from TrevorGuy.
ALL eyes are suddenly on me as my ringer is on and I knew it was the call, we’d all be waiting for. I briskly brushed off into a quiet space, leaving them all in lingering anticipation.
I get back to the phone and hear :
“hey, sorry. Prince is not going to do it tonight. some things came up. sorry, will be in contact soon. peace.”
ALL I felt inside was blue. A deep blue. So deeply on me it felt like a deep url code. not just any kind of blue but a mood indigo like Duke Ellington spoke about. It wasn’t necessarily sadness though, just like someone dipped in a ocean of reflection. How was I going to tell everybody it wasn’t happening!? I remember thinking about dreading the walk of shame back to everyone awaiting what would be the next move.
Soon as i came back to the fold, my head shaking in every direction : everyone knew and we all laughed it off. in fact the rest of the night was spent with many other folks who had been to Paisley throughout the years when this was a common occurrence!
“Oh you mean, driving out in the middle of nowhere before there was ‘modern construction’ because you were told there was a paisley park party at -35 degrees and when he leaves you outside for like 3 hours and then decides at the last minute, nah.” Hahaha
Prince. His way about things were not linear. All throughout the night, I can’t say I was really feeling blue as in sad tho. I was very much energized throughout the laughter that ensued & with good eating though we were not a part of the experience. In many ways this is how I feel about Prince and the anniversaries of his ‘transcendence.’ Which is today. There is no real sadness only memories of joy when listening to the “flames of extravagance” that is Prince.
In many ways it all feels like a parallel vortex when this time comes around, a familiar whisper in the shadows. Whispering deeply, but a jovial memorial indigo.
a mansion of complaints were stapled to my HeAdBoArD. i tried to understand it all, but i was fLoOrEd! thus: i opened up my ReFriGeRaToR, only to be harassed by an iNvEsTaGaToR it started with the avocado then onto the exposed chicken bReAsT! soon the yogurt, onions and the ReSt! the bacteria came again to sTiNg : only this time with a stinky zInG. at once i was interrogated why i left open the edges around the sEaL!
“yooo! you left me open, like a forgotten token!” (at aldi’s)
“you promised last time, you wouldn’t allow my fate to be set to pEeL!” screamed the pepper-jack cHeEsE: in protest of the sudden sQuEeZe around its GiRd. the sauerkraut was soon to utter a WoRd // until i completely regarded any of their complaints as AbSuRd! here’s to now starting oVeR – no longer shall i remain victim to an unlucky four leaf cLoVeR! ALL of you shall become a freshly made CoMpOsT RoAsT, so that at least this way, the soil will favor no longer your spoiled body, but your mineral GhOst!
the things i wished to do, i no longer care for the places i wanted to travel, i can’t see as reasonable any more is it because the covid numbers are spiking up? or the doors which refuse me by slamming shut?
i wanna cry but don’t know why i’m blanked in space trying to rectify my face i’m feeling numb, sad, and displaced feeling alone in a ‘home’ that does not belong to me wishing to paint with lens carefully and responsibly
while, cutting off those thrills which made it easy on my heart i rather now be torn apart by the very thing that’s eating me inside it’s unnamed, unable to be framed, and thrives by the constant rain that is to say : my crying tears are attempting to unmask my fears
although: stuck in a rut of staggering associations befuddled by contradictory operations seeking for a friend, but instead suddenly briefed by an online stranger that this too will soon end
without a sight to see what’s really wrong or a voice to sing in harmonic song having the very least, while the beast inside still demands a feast! consuming everything at the dinner table so that the unbelievable can be told as a fable
“did you see them eating all that cake? filling their stomach like algae would a lake! they probably wouldn’t feel that way – if they were the ones who had to make, all of which would soon be left to take!”
but: it’s a lot different when you’re behind an emotional wheel seeking to safely heal & when the transportation to feel is left to squeal
if grief had a thief, would it take like a lake? or would it restore in its proper place : salty to fresh waters which trace back to grace?
*A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL THE KITTENS, CATS, AND MEMBERS BELONGING TO THE FELINE PERSUASION (TIGERS, LEOPARDS, SPHINX, ETC) EVER HAD A CAT CHECK YOU OUT FOR A WHILE FROM A COMFORTABLE DISTANCE, UNTIL THEY FOUND IT NECESSARY TO SIT IN FASHION AS A LOAF ONTO YOU? eXaCtLy.*
in stealthy gardens, she then parades with shy fluctuation
compressing down my blossoming appetite, extending my editing time to starvation
like a kitten, she comes with exciting jubilations, as yarn persuades by rotation & duration
intending to string me along, as if i could sing in harmony with her song
bulging expressive eyes, their playfulness surrenders me : to fawning sighs
life ain’t that fair, when kittens are resilient like a stallion to their chosen pavilion
until suddenly, the kitty….while prancing by :
thought enough of me to lay loaf, on my thigh
of course i’m not mad, more like excitedly glad that’ i’ve been honored with their beauty, command, and grace
their kitty cat pussy face, is like a bowl needed to be licked clean, and that they do
not for me or for you, but because grooming is a necessary act of self-care
they wouldn’t dare, ignore this allure, as their purrs causes all the stirs
all the feels, all of my wills : are to the spirit of the cat!
yeah, i said all of that!
i heard somebody say once : “cats don’t have owners, they have staff…”
and you can go ahead and laugh, at the work i’m willing to do on their behalf
you can consider me the x to their y on the graph
for this feline strikes with precise skills, revitalizing my company with aww glowing thrills !
pussy pavilion,
pussy pavilion,
like a stallion made resilient to its post, cat’s are too cool at doing the most!
This is a story about Typos and hypotheticals. FIRSTLY: As told through the medium of the ‘Don_Key’ as spoken about in Numbers 22:21-38 when Balaam’s faithful friend was stopped in the way due to the Angel of The Lord. SECONDLY: This is a story based on true events but with remixed names and places. THIRDLY: it is also spoken through the political angle, which when in harmony with the angel of awareness, brings about revolutionary awakening and love.
Thus, this story is a 3-level narration. An adventure encouraging the listener to weigh each minute and to ponder on the material reality around us. The witness of the spirit must be in reliance with the science, the contradiction in life is to know the internal things or the things that are within are just are relevant as the tangible things or the things written on our skin.
instead, humanity at large has been jailed into systematic revisionism and applause is given for a lack of critical thinking and reading from primary sources. hijacked is the reason to believe without challenging the dialectical and material reality to the NOUNS around you. everything is alert and making a sound. One can be asleep but there’s surely an alarm!
shoutout to Jagrati and Gramercy!
asleep (jagrati) // alarm (gramercy) these words mean something !
to not hear it and still steadily sleep or much more to DREAM but to not write it down. recognizes many challenges. the record makes true how the spirit speaks through you. waiting and weighing the moments and figuring out which streets lead to destinies not prepared for. immediately and with urgency one is left to FIGURE OUT WHERE THEY ARE GOING. WHY WERE THEY STOPPED. WHEN THE PATTERN CHANGES AND WHEN IT IS FOLLOWING AN ‘END’ Herein We may Begin….
shall we talk it over, or discuss the matter in silence?
or are you for a government ran by the people, or the system promoting self-reliance?
you know what they say : you can do it on your own!
you ain’t gotta look for home: neither should you ask for help, especially when in need.
SUCK IT UP, don’t cry, just go untreated until your left to bleed!
flesh left open like a party inviting every kind of friend, family, and stranger, which inevitably attracts danger!
cuz’ all them people were gathered in one space : but if not guided by a common grace or principle, their concern is far more scattered and unorganized.
thus, for the people to arise – democratic centralism must be the measure which assures their size!
may our prayers bear knowledge to the ongoing science and emotional feeling.
this type of prayer is an invitation for higher and neutral healing.
to face the very material struggle found in all living beings.
it’s a matter of principally looking in, from within _ examining those contradictions which nonetheless appear as fiction DRESSED in various dictions.
I needn’t recite every line that comes to mind, however it is irrefutably clear – that their lies a wrestle between two opposing forces here and near.
How we confront and deal with one another requires us to call out the whereabouts of FEAR!
depending on the angel / angle, one may misplace the word intended to get to what’s true!
by each clue – may w3 all get through!
When the scenery becomes the garden greenery which enhances the vibration sensation.
what will fill the gap between the bridge that is passed, how can one gather with all they’ve amassed?
Without risking the loss of what they carried, the options are truly unvaried.
going to the ever-turning passage of spitted approval.
as judgements and skeptical glancing seek replacement and removal.
the romancing of the desired beat is to treat a furnished symphony.
for when the kangaroo wishes to land upon a higher stand, because their hump encourages their jump !
how closely do connections cross and feelings tread?
will this interaction be contained or will it spread?
likewise: fungi and real disguised lies, are perplexed in front of truth-seeking eyes.
may we be truthful to the solution, which soothes us to rely on an idealogical foundation and shape ourselves to the real malleable clay.
this is to no dismay.
for when closer to the tears.
and when the mirror reveals all of those spent years…
the pieces are stolen and hidden, returning concerns back to the vendor.
until the push of splendor revitalized the colors left on cluttered tables and midnight fables – convincing that you return to the feeling that left you kneeling….
even at the throne of mercy – you felt deserving of pain.
while being caught in the pouring rain…
you were then released from the choke holds, of spiked ambitions.
your attention would only become knotted and tangled like a geometric spider web.
by thinking you could reach the ebb without the flow, the truth of knowing the invisible structures which are principalities in high places.
when running faces meet the math belonging to shape and angle, the angel once more appears as a lesson to revere.
you did not see it coming, so you ran away.
into a place no one could say?
until you came right back open and barren – as an empty cup intended to be filled to the brim.
although tightly held with muscle and limb – the hour glass slipped from your hands with all the speckles of sand, the sound was as a thunderous command!
for when it shatters it matters because it reaches across all the hard surfaced floor
one can reach the door while answering the bell, for it swells deep in the midnight and afternoon pale.
a noise awakening one to the division of sound and stillness…
disrupting sleeplessness, which was diagnosed as a formidable illness.
the capitulation belonging to the CAPITALIZATION of interests belonging only to the select few? recognizes a RaDiCaL REVOLUTION, which informs scientifically, the work that is left for us to do!
CARE NOT TO ONLY READ BUT DIVE FURTHER FOR EXPLANATION? WATCH THIS INSTEAD :
20 minutes and 44 seconds, you ain’t gotta watch me. just play! ❤
what is ‘paradise’ if not for the s3arch for transparent understanding!
i’ve randomly been writing poems and symbolic gestures starting back to 2013 – in this collection of writings you’ll be able to s3arch through the many ramblings of my mind! i’ve spoken about everything from : SPIRITUALITY , food, and dREaMs & ThEir WaKiNG LiFe CoNtRaDiCtIoNs!
reading my own words have been a revelatory insight into the reason i began to seek higher understanding. it all began in early 2013 after leaving a relationship that had significantly transformed my ‘Process’ of what understanding looks like.
many o’ times, i thought i KNEW FOR SURE what i was going through. only to soon realize, my eyes missed the lies passed right in front of me. it took being told the same thing by close friends, family, and strangers for me to somehow think i was getting through…
UNTIL : I WAS LOOPED BACK INTO BACK INTO A THE WIRE! a GPS programmed to a circular circumference! here i was // saying – i got it, this time! i didn’t have the proper correlation or the education which comes with learning about love but also LIVING with someone whose narcissism is cloaked onto them, similarly to how a robe can cover a pulsating throb.
i didn’t see what was ahead of me because i didn’t realize : RaNdOmLy…the same begins with a name not belonging to a disposition of shame. IT TOOK 8 YEARS * & some change* for me to GET THROUGH!
i was searching for ‘X’ – the unknown but yet known ; cycles of stained decoration, left me in constant hesitation. refusing to move on, assuming i’d become the same pawn – set adjacent to the queen who would guess that ‘chess’ was better played if it ALL was made into a beautiful & toxic Mess!
PARADISE CLARITY has shown me out of the deepest enclaves – i can reach to understanding through the work without feeling the need to justify every correlation that led me to ‘Y’ = ‘X’ has occupied so much of my figuring out. throughout all the years and tears wherein i feared – ever knowing the peace of being alone. believing that ‘home’ – could be understood distant and way out overseas. now i see it all began with me…
^^^
except it’s not just ‘U’ but the ancestors who have always paved the path! one can easily do the math : they told you that it was a hard to do! that numbers and shapes couldn’t be understood by you! but that’s a damn lie – one can try. to reach a higher place ! where grace is already marinating in space!
THE S3arch is how one may get through! (uniformly or RaNdOmLy)
FINALLY releasing this has also allowed me to MOVE ON AND AWAY – from the pains and gains which left me bound to reason (& seasonal treason) against the truth that deeply remains.
herein my celebration, salvation is retained !
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Paradise Clarity
PARADISE CLARITY is the conceptual statement in which poetry and symbolic gestures comes through : to the reader by random and uniform means. It has been divided into 7 Volumes (Years) Starting from ‘Z’ (2020) To A (2013). THIS IS A 460 PAGE JOURNEY! Most of these writings were available online via blog posts, videos, and other forms of multi-media but never given the full moment to be absorbed as a whole. Whether you choose to RaNdOmLy or uniformly flip through the pages : the search to get to transparent destination is open to whichever destination you find most useful!
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i would like to thank 3v3rybody who has taken the time to read and invest all of the words i’ve spoken within 7 volumes of time. so much has already been said, factors and predictions already laid…all of y’all, everywhere n everything : BL3ssings!!! ✨✨✨
it’s already been talked about! (& not for clout!) BUT heard of and made stable! (cuz’ the will to come through has been matched able!)
it’s hot! but, hell is hotter than this! it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss! if not, for the kiss? i’d be remiss… to not add water to the pot! a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!
it must carry over via boat , bicycle, or range rover! as long as the theme is put to focus! or else, hocus pocus? with regard to the fleeting attention : it would be absolutely paramount of a mention! for getting through is to also recognize the invisible CLUE! this is why, the eye continues to spy and the hand signals a command…
the plight of such reverie may send one n2 a deeper sleep in search of hidden treasury the enclosed notion which has kept me at bay to the ocean, is one that has been built by the dream indeed : this memory is not what it seems cuz by the actual suffering of a heat stroke, the gestures of the sun’s brush has alerted me woke!
the sweat dripping down my skin? is enough to fill an ocean encouraging one to deep dive and swim! turning our eyes into the waterfall of surprise !
it’s hot! but, hell is hotter than this! it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss! if not, for the kiss? i’d be remiss… to not add water to the pot! a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!
could this be : THE HYPE? a measurable sensation found in the swipe? when the up and down wishes to be found by a glaring animation – sparks begin to fly over the packed out station!
the readiness of the fashionable affair was declared imminently urgent, tho curtailed for the washer was out of laundry detergent. so, instead of being dressed with conceptual and stitched made apparel, it was assumed the instruments should firstly be made sterile
everybody’s supposed to be a certain type? Ha, according to the hype! the wizard is forever beholden to their pipe! said the smoker, who believed the hype! the hardware was made soft and unable to properly function thus soon inviting the technician to work on this much needed junction! but while attempting to stripe each light, the day could no sooner find the night. grapes belonging to the vine deserve to be plucked and eaten when fully ripe! said the greedy fox who was once more fooled by the hype!
it’s hot! but, hell is hotter than this! it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss! if not, for the kiss? i’d be remiss… to not add water to the pot! a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!
my eyes roll like dice, scattering probabilities spiced! the cost of a gamble? is scratching my head as i ramble !
whatever to the never, ‘cuz it’s not like IT intended on ever really coming through ( at least, FOR YOU)
their languished, weary confusion, was then re-billed to my mirrored delusion! i can either pay it, or let it go, overdraft? after which, the picture and frame would both laugh !
‘cuz what a scene that would be, ha – to portray : my dismay, on the table of their concern? i much rather burn!!! until i’m left crusted from the flickering flame... fire, plants, art decorpeeling away at this smoke and ash – forgiveness is requesting to come to pass, but i’m too stubborn to ever remember, that my preference for Spring is not tantamount to your December!
so i choose to remove myself like a fly, chilling against the wall.
but if you were close to my ear, i wouldn’t dismiss your call. neither, would i smash at the annoyance of your disposition. irrespective of how preciously, you may regard that ‘position’.
i shutter to believe : we could shoulder next to the grudge ‘cuz it wouldn’t be long until we succumb to the nudge but, by storing my memories to your ghost? i’ve relinquished our odds to the abyss and uttermost!
the gesture of the emblematic – pleads a conversation that is varied and considerably multilateral! we also know this by another name : tokenism! it’s dressed up in flashy and vibrant attire. so many aluminum sheets arraying tastes and flavors that are on fire! who is willing to try all of the offerings on the platter? likely one is willing to pass on the lonesome celery in preference for the berries and cheeses!
empty platitudes are indeed vacant of destination or appeal (not to the mainstream propagandist media). to the mouths that spout such occasion, their life karma seems cursed by the immediate and often told joke, one is forced to laugh yet again. it’s an usual and common trick played by the puppet and their masters. *JUST REPEAT THE SENTIMENT AND STRESS WHAT IS KNOWN WHILE AVOIDING SOLUTION BASED ANALYSIS*
of course if you don’t have a solution – it’s just regurgitation of paralyzing reality. reality THAT isabsolutely crass – the kind which makes you immobile *literally*. it’s not that people don’t want to get out – they simply are in a structured funk. one that doesn’t click on 2 & 4 or lock and key. strings are wired – most of them fired off into the abyss.the vomit of such consequence is reported among many. it’s invitation is shared freely. this rage is fundamentally understood. the juice of misfortune has spilled onto our clothes. “the cup that flows will never leak.”
the ANSWER *AND CALL* – to the very real systemic inequalities is the duty of the conscious. when you know, you KNOW! we must face – the many specific ways these lines intersect. the assault of this VIOLENCE is forewarned – it is the history of any imperialist and capitalist nation. is it really so devastating that we receive abhorrent demonstration of frustration? the record has proven we must move forward – in turning the page to the REVOLUTION.
the gift of the emblematic is that it gives us relief. it shows us how something that’s already very shambolic, can still find some sense of harmony and convergence.
things are changing all the time! we should always remember that. the lights are brighter and the burden is no less on the backs of those who’ve been fighting. humans and our relationship to the earth are demanded a change of consciousness.
streamline simplify… sTrEaMLiNeSiMpLiFy?! S T R E A M L I N E SIMPLIFY!?
minneapolis, it’s happening … over the world? it’s happening. it’s already happened. enough variables exist in which it could happen where you are. we have to start fine tuning our analysis. we know how this story ending, right? thus – reading THE BOOK is better than a recycled script of reactive complexities.
while lallygagging do so not at the expense of being a ✨popinjay✨. set the rhyme of law. let it be spoken to you like a ✨visceral✨ temptation. may we all be drawn to the throne of ✨perspicacity✨. our company is✨copious✨ enough for everyone to ingest. as we spend time together, we’ll be able to designate who eats the food that didn’t belong to them in the refrigerator. or the ✨idiosyncratic✨ one who sees it ✨atypical✨ to eat with anyone other than those they know.
if we embrace the benefits of being ✨vigilant✨, we may begin to satisfy the distance between day dreams and sleep-walking. the moment you step inside of knowledge, you will discover libraries which are filled with ✨organons✨ and late night dragons.
some groups find it sweet to ✨rhubarb✨ about non-specifics. fill the space with something transparent but not to peril of being a ✨sesquipedalian✨. they that listen only wish for you to come with sufficient ✨alacrity.✨
dragging the dragon – also nicknamed the green lagging – had a terrible wish to blow some fire!!! he did not yet have the access to the wire – but that did not snub his outlandish and steamy attire. the delight that made him smile was the very thing that caused smoke to arise from his nostrils. dragging the dragon meant getting anywhere would take a considerable amount of time.
on one late afternoon, the green lagging imagined standing in the waves of the shore – wishing to be drowned and unwilling to move even as the tides were coming close. the dragon was too careless to learn because it was cuffed underneath. seaweed can do that to you sometimes. if drowning means learning to be friends with the water so be it – the dragon thought.
when you’re dragging the dragon – the fire takes a longer time to come out until FLAME! FLAME! FLAME!
“FOLLOW THE GOLDEN LEAVES! FOR THE GOLDEN LEAVES WILL SHOW YOU WHERE TO GO.”in this case click the link below and watch this cartoon that I’ve been blessed to be a part of.
I’ve always wanted to be a part of a cartoon and this was manifested out of random collision. there’s something deeper brought out via cartoon animation which can’t be expressed through real life.
Our brains need to bend in wavy suggestive display. we are always better for it! think about how better you feel when watching cartoons? our memories are wavy and solidified by the morning suspense. I’ve been blessed to be a part of something so profound which brings to light much needed joy and enlightenment in such a time like this!
‘To The Quest For The Gems‘ was created by the talented artist and cartoonist Justin Macintosh and Jeremy Garner. I could tell you what it’s about but it’s only 16 minutes and 23 seconds – you can spare yourself some enlightenment and uplifting music to go alongside with the various messages told! I am very delighted to be given the invitation to lend my voice and passion to such a creation. This was once an idea. it had no form. no interaction. until the connection was made and we all used (digitally) tools built it up. All from across the world, by amazing people!
the 4 j’s united in harmony ! check out these talented artists and show support and love for the work they putting in.
A closer look into rhymes and funky magic can spin us into worlds not easily understood. If you want to gain understanding – fret not by following along with the hacks and hints found inside the symbols.
we can be full without having to empty ourselves of what we’ve eaten at the table of riddles and innuendo. find it clear in your dreams – it’ll make sense as it’s all written down!
i got a real problem! one which involves the physical appeal. so many stages of existence – how does one go about consuming it? it’s radioactively yellow. it’s brown. its green. its purple. it’s black. it comes hard but softens in time. as for the potassium? it sits right near 8% daily recommendation!
I t ‘ s – b a n a n a s !
b🍌a🍌n🍌a🍌n🍌s🍌- this fruit can be starchy or sweet. fried (plantins) or baked into bread. the taste of such squish has been a weird conundrum for me lately. bananas do not grow isolated and alone – they are quite the united gang.
imagine a scenario where you buy a group of 8 bananas that are already nearly ripe. suppose you wished to eat one banana a day. well you should really start thinking about eating them all soon. (with not much time to waste) because that’s 8 days of bananas. on Friday you chop one banana into your morning oatmeal and 2 others into a evening smoothie. you now have 5 bananas left over, by Saturday you don’t want any bananas so you don’t eat any. The day goes by and the brown becomes visibly more apparent. Now Sunday is here but you don’t get a chance to eat breakfast because you had to run an errand and was in the mood for Mexican food. 3 days has passed and you suddenly notice: dem suckers are really violet brown! eww. who wants them now? certainly not me!
its a fruit that is often subjected to comedic conjecture due to its phallic nature. it also can act like a phone…i wonder what it’ssayingnow?
when you really breakdown the delirium of bananas – it makes sense as to why they’re so popular. Bananas are curved because they grow towards the sun (it’s called negative geotropism).
it’s unusually appealing – *you have to peal it* in order to access the fruit. the banana is more of a BERRY than a strawBERRY cuz the seeds are inside whereas strawberries are not. bananas are ridiculous for many reasons you may or not have agreed as before mentioned. but how do we deal with the presentation of ill willed friction? people be slipping on what they thought, based on unchecked biases. the confrontation of the breakdown can come as a serious blow. we know how it feels to read but when was the last time someone READ you!?
when someone picked up on the implications that were potentially given. one is led to believe based off the nuances found. it’s crazy that bananas are mostly eaten at breakfast time – but the conundrum can be solved anytime of the day.
bananas are really ridiculous! this much has been established SINCE PEOPLE BEEN SLIPPING ON THEM IN CARTOONS. the parallel i’m aiming to make seems obvious but if you’re still wondering what the conundrum is …
bananas are like autumn – turning from green to brown! but damn, already?
growing up in my household it was ok to say either “shucks’ or “shoot” as it was never acceptable to say “shit.” however, not saying ‘shit’ never made much sense to me. (well sometimes, when you ain’t saying shit – you’re at a safer distance to extra drama :D)
it made little sense to me as a child, seeing especially that it had the same first letter ‘s’ one of them really sounding offensive, after all to shoot is to kill. one of my earliest memories, is when my brother and i were jumping on my grandmother’s bed mattress, convinced that cursing couldn’t be bad if we substituted the curse word for something similar. instead of saying “got damn!” we’d say “got dang!” fudge you! you’re a burp! nah, you’re a beep and you’re telekinesis is raging! “etc, etc.
making up words or changing how you use them is pretty common among children and those that prefer not to use ‘4 letter words’. i hesitate to call them ‘curse’ words however, especially in the context of hitting your bare toe against a solid wood frame.
what word comes first to mind and then eventually out of your mouth when *shift* happens? i like to think of ‘shit’ as a *shift* or a burp in consciousness. it happens when you’re moving very fast and not with proper focus to your immediate surroundings. some still prefer to instead say “artichoke!” instead of using a word associated to vulgarity.
sheeeeiiiittttttttt – there is a crunch to such words but the sentiment is what reminds us that words are malleable.
“we don’t give a duck what u got on! we just wanna c u work that sexy body all night long!”
– 1+1+1 is 3
shoot: but only if you are willing to load the gun!
shoot: you almost hit the bulls eye!
shoot: you are close but only in mind, not in action.
aww shucks: oh, many plans that do not meet their end goals! another idea that made it into the draft folder. the folder filled with half-written promises with abbreviations (with unclear acronyms as their subjects) all hidden in the quotes of day to day conversations. another idea!!! one which missed the morning train, now you need a lift!
you know what’s OVERWHELMING? having to revive an old thing without new inspiration. it would be like, being expected to drink out of a glass that’s ALWAYS filled to the brim. you’re doomed to waste something on either you or the ground. this shouldn’t be surprising but we often are ‘shocked’ when the elemental orbits collide.
if we are mindful of the surface, we would fret to put so much weight onto one thing. you wouldn’t expect a table with a loose screw to hold up too long, would you? so, how is it that we expect of ourselves the burden of doing more?
at some point you have to wonder, why am i rushing? what am i trying to prove? the calendar and stopwatch is looking at you demanding a result. sloppy or fine or we gonna make it on time?
We sometimes enter the shucks of influx when we run into the conscious demands of reality and fantasy. however, it’s no real reason why we can’t obtain what’s written in our dreams. the draft folder doesn’t have to be as big as it is. if by being obedient to attention we can truly change the dynamics of our circumstance. procrastinating is a scratch that never becomes solved. the misery of sloth is a crippling sensation but yooooooo! it’s time to gooooooo. yoga is now yooo, gooo! whip your hip to the trip that will make you flip!
for horrid is the knife that doesn’t cut and takes longer to get through. the more agile you are, the less you are stuck to a sticky couch that commands more consumption and less creation.
lately my pen has been sewing needle, which means the connections are unfurling – push the button and let’s stay connected. this is an ongoing movement but we have the tools capable of manifestation – so, yo!!!!!….GO!
when 6 becomes 9. that’s when 3 can be eaten from the vine. when life reverses the usual in favor of something more eloquent – the 3 becomes everything and me.
Without our collective memories of life – aren’t we all sort of dead? The meaning of life comes from our recollection of thoughts of our existence which is then transformed into dreams – which can inspire us to live a life that is a visionary metropolis. The mental picture fades away in proper time – once it does, was it even there to begin with? Was the picture ever really captured or only imagined like a painter, paints what they want us to see.
the moon is a waxing crescent – this means that the moon is on its way to be full. KEEP IT MOVING. but if you decide not to, it will carry along regardless.
c o n t i n g e n c y – a future event or circumstance which is possible but cannot be predicted with certainty.
we are often unaided as it comes to the natural changes which occur in consciousness. this much seems hilarious seeing most studies done by neuroscientists and psychologists, run on empty as it pertains to explaining what is consciousness anyway. when you say the word – what comes to mind? for me 3 things come to mind.
being awake
memory and recall
analyzing and predicting
when you rewind and reverse – you subtract and divide.
when you are ahead and fast forward – you add and multiply.
when you stand still you might wonder what is exactly the point of calculus?
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consciousness is an elevator. a sea. an illusion. something we only obtain in a limited time frame. hit or miss. sink or swim. you gotta eat. if you ain’t remembering what came before you, you may be curved against it. (sometimes that curve has sharp edges – whose gonna clean it up? also: healing takes time.)
we have seen how consciousness is drastically expanded when we are mindful. (mediation, prayer, looking around you, etc) CUZ IT’S ALWAYS ON YOU. life could give a damn about your personal”wants and needs.” make a room or be threatened by a predator. the snake would be nothing without the prey.
now we needn’t boast to have all conclusions but we should analyze based off patterns. again i say – picking up pieces… it ain’t about you “doing anything” necessarily. but being responsible to where the conversation is going…we mustn’t get sidetracked but then again, i’ve already had at least 99 thoughts randomly make their entry while writing/reading this.
will we ever make room for the things that truly do MATTER!? yes, for true as the writing is on the wall. the floor is the stage, providing company to the miscellaneous droppings from our pockets and tables. anything hanging HIGH – is doomed to be fallen.
nickels, pens, and crumbs all feast in fellowship with dust bunnies and a field of, etc etc. quite specific is the nature of anything when examined further. we often glance over the deeper context. but if you dare to revive the unending..(FOUND IN REPETITION/CYCLES)..you will see that you are already fully beginning. everyday. restart. reload….returning to the everlasting web of…A VORTEXT!
me and jeremy had the privilege of interviewing Doug Levison! he was made famous by a viral video 6 years ago, entitled ‘trumpet fight‘ where he hilariously goes off on a trumpet player (sucka!). he uses words like contemporaneously, presumptuous, and FLAT. what moved me most about this video was how clear and specific he was in delivering his grievance. first time i watched it was in january of this year and i couldn’t stop watching it. i watched it over and over until eventually remembering it verbatim. i shared it with jeremy and he found it just as hilarious. he then began to research and find connections that actually sheds a plethora of ironic parallels. have a listen on PlanitJade to check it out!
if you were to just watch the video for the first time you’d *probably* think doug was being an ass whole. cuz he really doesn’t spare any punches to the guy. YET, he does it in a poetic way. it’s something about his passion that gives it a new wave of presence. not to mention what looks like a contradiction of his practice of (TM) transcendental meditation for 47 years. doug was clearly bothered and he spares no regard to the distaste of what he’s hearing. it pays to follow along to the story as there is perhaps some context that may give context to his disatisfaction.,\
turns out doug actually is the owner of the website Flower Power Creative which is”...a community dedicated to motivating a more compassionate society. Through our events, books, media interviews and website, we hope to inspire action and dialogue in politics, the environment, women’s rights, animal rights, technology, music and fine arts.” check it out to connect further with his mission and connect with the silence or noise!
in doug’s own words:
“An artist respects the silence, it serves the foundation of creativity…”
he claims this as he SCREAMS in protest to the one making the noise. he stresses the need for the guy to get a gig because the guy does not have any talent. in short, he sucks! he proceeds to scream and follow the one making all the noise! he even goes as far to say the guy is NOTHING! A DISGRACE! EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD. NO. NO. NO.
Life is absurd. Contradictions may reveal themselves in readings of neglected mirrored refractions. Let’s all respond to each moment in harmonious servitude to ourselves and others.
getting business half done is what gets us in trouble. for we should be on the move! life carries on whether we choose to caress it or not. i think it wise to be more tender to these ‘fleeting’ moments. we are swirling around other planets in this great connected yet a seemingly unconnected world of ours.
the earth is so large that our comprehension of it is very limited. the further you go out from it, you have to come back into it. the more water you drink the more you have to urinate. the more you talk…the more you need to shut up and listen. the more you know, the less you really do. everyone joins in this contradiction no matter how divorced we may seem from this reality. what is obvious to me is usually not obvious to you.
“ISN’T IT OBVIOUS THAT OBVIOUSLY, WE ARE OBLIVIOUS TO THE OBVIOUS?”
how do you get your information? does your media follow a consistent bias? does the truth matter? I’m among the first to admit, anytime i hear someone talk about ‘The Truth’ i start to see pyramid schemes and the many ways this ‘truth’ can be soiled through the exploitation of beli3f. if there is a ladder to successs, surely some are stepped on with no regard to their life. we’d like to believe the world is better than this that WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS.
all media is designed to program you and change the way you think. the internet influences through reaction and emotive dissonance. when we apply reason and detective like tendencies, we can recognize the patterns. all the while remembering: THE WORLD IS LARGE AND WE CARE MOSTLY IN THE ORDER OF OUR PROXIMITY TO CONVENIENCE.
did you hear the news?!
the gardner’s in green valley had their greatest harvest yet and the people of the city were given bags of harvest! isn’t that lovely? yeah but mostly for those in green valley. “i live in orange tunnel lake and we haven’t had a drop of rain since last november!!!”
i encourage the sharing of miscellaneous cotton candy (happiness) after all, some sweets are worth melting into the mouth. whether people are interested enough to share in your pleasures is anyone’s guess. this brings us back to the mass media and how they distribute data.
the mass media is the agency in which your information is received/believed/ processed / shared. what we like is not always indicative of what we know but what we’re feeling at particular moments. these feelings are fleeting and often forgotten until a new one comes around.
historians and anthropologists have tracked the changes in humanity and time and time we see the same habit. same time, same boogie. over and over – time and time again, there’s nothing new under the sun. the philosophers, hairstylists, and comedians all get this.
EVERYONE is arriving at different times and some didn’t eat breakfast. some partied too hard last night. and some got out of bed an hour later than expected! this means….
TRAFFIC JAM!!!
turns may lead to unexpected crashes, curves to implications and unreasonable reactions stemmed from lack of clarity. we can point to a host of reasons why we get things wrong. none of those reasons matter if we don’t seek to solve it. may we align our reactions in a solution based framework. when you feel, this gives a space to reveal the possible keys left, to be turned into doors of service.
the genre of music you like is completely independent to the customizations of society. for the country and hip-hop music fan, they have different tastes. sort of how arugula, has arguably a more peppery taste, than, spinach but when combined, a fascinating thing happens. a collision of nonsensical jargon that can’t meet up to the ladder of glory but there remains a story! for this reason, we carry on!
running?
if you are gonna run to get there: make sure you don’t rush. as to not flush your energy and your sound mind. think of staying hydrated, for you are using way more energy. you gonna need way more energy in return! make sure your muscles are not tense and your body is well exercised. stay in tune with what kind of shoes you are wearing, you don’t want to run on an empty soul.
walking?
if you are gonna walk to get there: make sure your comfortable. stride with a strut of direction. yield to the flow of traffic. walk rhymes with talk. these two things working together is what promotes a healthy slide. the slide can become more smooth when given bounce. before you know it, the walk and talk – becomes a dance.
dancing?
if you are gonna dance to get there: follow with the flow of the melody or get loose without a care to who or what is around. *this may mean rubbernecking and eyes in influx…if you gonna step on some toes, you may get a biscuit and side piece of who knows?*
whose in the better position to open the door? all of us. at any point in our search for meaning, some roads take longer and some mean more work and attention. when all is said and done – we’re all turning the knob. Some may break the door down all together without consideration of looking for the key.
YOU MAY GET SOME MONEY.
YOU MAY BE BLOWN UP.
YOU MAY MEET LUXURY.
THE DESIGN OF WHAT’S NEXT MEANS…
D O
N O T
R U S H
just blush.
kiss the s p a c e between white and plush.
don’t fuss.
argue not with a desire to win.
plant your seeds with a confident grin.
find the time.
for destiny awaits you even when your rhyme is broken.
lost visions but found dreams can still be your token.
Recently, I saw some of the movie ‘Chronicle’ released in 2012′. I did not feel the need to watch the whole movie because I pretty much got the point very early. (some movies warn you fairly what you’re gonna get – can’t spoil what’s already left on the table)
Basically: A couple of dudes enter a cave where they discover something that looked like magic crystals which gave them the power of telekinesis.
Telekinesis also known, as psychokinesis is the ‘supposed ability to move or deform inanimate objects, as metal spoons, through mental processes.
As you could imagine what would happen to anyone who discovered this amount of power – they went wild!
It started out really cool and simple until gradually they upgraded their skills by moving automobiles and even flying in the sky.
They were able to transform the mind into something beyond their wildest imaginations. *Well not,” completely unimaginable because they end up doing it but they probably did all of it faster than they expected*. There were considerable consequences of course because of the irresponsibility of the power they possessed.
It got me thinking of the power of telekineses. This was always the one power, I always wanted as a child. I always said if I had that kind of power, I’d be smooth as hell with it.
I do think on the handsome occasion if the opportunity afforded – I’d walk into the room with complete pop and flash and rage with my telekinesis.
However, for the most part – taming myself with that kind of power only seems reasonable. What’s the point in showing off and making a fool of ourselves – when you can create a sense of magic by being smooth in your telekinesis?
Unless you want to stunt! Which is what happens to a lot of people when they encounter new energy. They may wish to stunt on everybody from family, friends, strangers, to haters! The burning desire to be seen and respected is an attitude mostly grounded in a series of misunderstandings surrounded by a name.
That’s the thing about capitalism, the ladder at the top means refusing and exploiting those at the bottom. (SORRY TO BOTHER YOU does a great job at bringing to light the exploitation of companies.)
When you operate in smooth telekinesis, you can do a lot by not doing much! All the numbers are whole. When it comes along, be ready ~ for the flow. Don’t be misled through the age of wow and fast. Take it easy and be smooth!
Enter the room like a rant that won’t stop until the audience finishes laughing. I can’t always remember where I left off. THE PRESSURE IS ON to be cognizant of what is around.
There’s that book // all the way over there! I won’t get to the destination until revelation finds acceptance and space willing to be filled. When there is an empty room with an inadequate company – why not introduce it to a NEW assembly!?
I should mention that psychokinesis has been largely criticized due to the lack of evidence. I haven’t personally, seen anyone have the ability in the physical realm to move things without interacting with them. Consciousness is built on chemical reactions bumping into one another. We rely on our physical interaction to get a task done. Machines of all varieties helping you get things done – but we all use our minds first!
The brain you can’t see. It’s hidden from the visible spectrum but is very much in control.
Before you see it, you can move it in your brain and write it out in a CIRCLE, Square, or TRY-angle. By being smooth with it, you’re saying it all without saying much.
All of this is another way of saying: You can be all that with a bag of chips and with flaring confidence to match!
The following script is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…’ which is due to release at the beginning of 2019.
Maybean: Hey Fo’sho!!! I was thinking about bringing to light an idea that has been stalking me in the back of my mind.
Fo’sho: Really Maybean? Why don’t you bring it into light, that way you can see if it’s a good idea or not?
Maybean: Perhaps I will. It would be nice to see what was done in the dark manifested in the light.
Fo’sho: Let’s do it. I’ll get started on the preparation.
Maybean: Well, I’m not ready yet, I’m still working on the basic idea.
Fo’sho: Let me know when you are ready, I can help you with the basic layout. If you don’t mind.
Maybean: That would be cool. I’ll try to remember when I get all the ideas in a clear format.
Fo’sho: You sound hesitant against my help.
Maybean: Well perhaps, I’m just not totally clear about what I want to do, yet.
Fo’sho: I’m capable of following out the plan for you?
Maybean: But the plan is still haunting me. It’s like that word that is on the tip of your tongue, that you can’t fully pronounce. Like seeing the picture in your head but being unable to illustrate all the fine details.
Fo’sho: You rarely if ever get the details fully flushed out. I can help with that if you are willing to receive my help. I need more than your willingness. I want you to sign my name so that I can show up on time.
Maybean: However, I am not totally sure if this idea is as fluid as you see it. If I work this idea with you, it won’t just be my idea but ours. You might add to it somethings I don’t want to be in it.
Fo’sho: How would you even know, if you haven’t even got the basic idea out?
Maybean: I suppose you are right.
Fo’sho: I volunteered to help you bring it out of the midnight corners of your mind. Whatever is out there in the dark may be bulky and less specific– you may be unable to do it on your own. We can collaborate on this together, if you want.
Maybean: I suppose, I don’t know? The way I measured the idea in my mind was just a scent and shade of something that had the potential to be bigger. It is not capable of letting me go. (*I don’t believe the idea will be given to someone else*.) I don’t have to say it over and over for me to remember it. It only takes once, and I’ll go back to it until when I can fully build on it. Perhaps, you can help me bring it out, a little later? Once I pull it beyond the shadows?
Fo’sho: Understood. By the way,
remember that script I told you, I was working on?
Maybean: I think I know which one you’re talking about.
Fo’sho: Well whether you think you know or have simply forgotten, that script is already done. I’m waiting for it to be edited so I can submit it to my publisher.
Maybean: The reason why I say, I THINK is because you never clarified which script you were talking about. You had several scripts you were working on. I wasn’t sure.
Fo’sho: My bad, I’m talking about the script about the drug planted by the government and addictive prostitutes entwined to it.
Maybean: I don’t recall that script? It matters none! Cheers! I’m glad you finished it.
Fo’sho: Yep, I been working on it for months, but I remained disciplined and I finished it before the due date.
Maybean: That’s remarkable!
Fo’sho: Have you ever thought about abiding by a specific guideline to help you bring out your ideas to light? It could help with your productivity. It helped with mine!
Maybean: Nah, I haven’t thought much about that.
Fo’sho: Well wouldn’t you want to try it now that you see it may work for your benefit?
Maybean: I May do that. I mean, you don’t see me suggesting to you my method of flushing out ideas not because you can’t do it but because it never occurred to me that you might find it interesting.
Fo’sho: My method seems more productive, but then again, I haven’t tried yours.
Maybean: And neither have I tried yours.
Fo’sho: I guess we both got work to do. Or we can continue blind? I suppose it doesn’t make much of a difference, if we arrive to the same lines of action.
Maybean: Our lines may be similar – they don’t got to be the same – you do your thing and I’ll do mine!
On this journey, often you are in the passenger’s seat! You ain’t the one driving – you don’t always get to change the song.
Why?
Because, I sway so!
The way I do it is according to my flow. The method and rhyme in which I begin, starts with the middle first and then the end. For reasons unknown to you, I already found a center in the vin diagram.
The levels and turns that are to come will amaze! It may even bust you in the eye – if you ain’t careful!
Don’t worry! I don’t mean literally. I’m just getting started cuz my hands are warmer. I’m out the cold element. Now we both can arise from the darkness. Allow the light to enter by twisting the handle of the blinds. That’s right you ain’t blind!
*The Voice Inside listening to the other voice talking, sways inside*
You’ve already established that before this. I’ve been receiving the fullness of your flow since time past. I’ve had it to the extremes merely listening to your cause. Keep talking and continue to drown me in your reason. I doubt you’d stay in to watch.
Amplifying your retort. Begging me to listen because you have something to say(or sway)…Certainly, you want to share the root of your argument. I see it. I am aware. You have been on my case like white on rice. It’s inseparable. Should I give you rage? Or simply turn the page?
Scratch that. Maybe you just want me to see where you’re coming from? Shouting is a very narrow way to make a difference. I’ve let you finish by refusing to engage with you while you were making your points. You already made several. I stood there in silence to just wait for it to pass over.
I’d appreciate the same passing of words while I’m talking. What’s true is that all of that ain’t gotta be here or there. That ain’t even this rather that is on that.
When was the last time you whipped out The P.O.E before settling on a decision?
The process of elimination can be one of the best games to play in your mind. The options made available when one thinks about it, can be extremely overwhelming. Therefore, you save time when you whip out the P.O.E!
Any range of ideas that may or may not be dressed for the occasion await your selection. Think about how often you eliminate many options in the benefit of alternatives, which service your convenience?
White Rice or Brown? Black or Gray? Now or Later?
At any given time you have a wide array of colors and selections to choose from. Shall you stick to what you always do or will you wing it with the hope, it’ll come together? If you don’t want to lose something – it’s better if you’re consistent but even that is a lost of something new.
Just like a car doesn’t know that it’s in a garage, the mind doesn’t realize the many ways it’s distracted in thought. This is why we must eliminate what no longer serves us. However this elimination is a process.
How long of a process? Well that depends on how fast you want it. Faster? It comes with a lost. Slower? It may never turn the corner because the key has yet to be found. (ya forgot where you put your keys!)
The mind keeps running and finding what’s cool and what isn’t. Give yourself space for what you want while also time to understand what you don’t need. You’ll never know until you start the process!
A proper P.O.E experience can make one re-examine just how many higher places are in reach. You don’t ever have to settle. They’re always many levels with various layers.
Eliminating options does not have to mean canceling / substituting one for another but walking down the road, that’s most illuminating. Which is pretty damn cool. The Process of Illumination!
It ain’t just me. It’s you too, which is enough to make a stew! So here’s what we’re gonna do! We shall cut from the fattest part. I must make sure that it’s not a delayed start. For I aim to rock the people on the dance floor!!!
I’m the DJ – I play a tune correspondent to vibration. The beat sounds like this –
It’s not meaning to be rude but they already judged you before you sat next to them. I saw you from a mile away and it made me stray.
Society has evolved in such a way where no one desires to be wrong. We have the burning need to be right, so much that we never appreciate why we were wrong. A recall of our mistakes leads us in a honest direction. We can then learn how to pick up the pieces.
Think of a student walking into a classroom for the first time only a half-hour late. They may think their classmates are judging them without merit.
You can’t always tell what people are thinking. Sometimes you may get a glimpse of their thoughts through body language. Look at their faces !
🤨🥴😐
Daisy had on a yellow shirt and it made her look like a block of cheese.
I didn’t tell her though because I feared she would take offense to my cheesy comment.
Mark had on a spotty brown shirt, which made him look like a cousin to dirt.
Does that make it an even bet, that Mark is looking at me along with Daisy?
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Where does the river of technicolor paranoia lead? Are we all missing and dissing each other? Are our thoughts leading up the street and around the corner to nowhere?
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It’s all leading somewhere. When you see the interconnection between all of nothing and everything. There is great confusion in what is and what isn’t.
It would appear that most concepts have an agenda. There’s a code to unlock and an order to follow. Like a stew that makes due out of everything collected.
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I didn’t tell her though because I feared she would take offense to my cheesy comment.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 