STRUCTURED LAWN

are you in need of an algorithmic foundation?
one that is far away from frustration?
if by tending to your garden, weeds sprout
from the forgotten edges, to the root stained grout…
how will you be able to frame the name for an achievable aim?

(discipline and process) is in need of a [protected] structure to stay alive – to guard against the ticks on the dog, passing by – which were deprived from on high
as seeds were picked by the birds in the sky, they dropping mites, worms and fleas
& with a sudden breeze, for a moment: activity stops with a sneeze.

thus, recognition is in need of a lay down.
a written recollection providing memory and context to what can be found.
When the sense became NON (nonsense) : this propelled the LAWN to yield green pastures at dawn, otherwise reaction or revolution – will push the glass to fall…
the answer to that call : is one that writes lines while connecting grapes to vine.

og art piece in the middle (originally conceptualized in 2015) it took 7 years to finalize!

time through rhyme *ELEMENTS OF MATERIAL : ARISE!* despite the size,
the measured bowl of calculating expense – makes you wash and rinse
as it’s all coming through: due to many silent hills (which may thrill) 
BUT UPON INSPECTION OF THIS RIDDLED CIRCUMSTANCE?
HA!~ WHY NOT BE ABOUT THAT DANCE!
with the slick bounce of the beat, get caught dancing in the grocery store and then off to the street!

for when the groove makes its way to the belly way below: a deep BLUE beyond
makes the rain obtain favors that seek to know:
where’s the drip coming from?
whether the ceiling is cracked (with mold) or the floor is a bacteria cafeteria…(a slimy situation irrespective of how old)
the hysteria acts like bliss: if you’re so willing to kiss the hiss found when you dismiss!

sentiment aside: I rather abide _ in a motion that is fast and slow_ so that I can glow!
I’ve been chased by the darkness night
trying to fight by the guiding of a righteous light
it’s right by the signature of one’s might!
that is to say: according to their will!
by not laying still…
but moving onward and forward: carrying a candle with our dessert sandals! cuz’ it’s all too hot to handle!’

When the nonsense became clear: this excited the lawn to yield green pastures to revere…
by scheduling ahead we avoid conflict to appear, writing onto calendar script, alarming the appointment as to not be overbooked or whipped!

if you ain’t looking to be flipped 🖕🏾: structure your lawn to a dial, which honors your period beyond the trial. This will make the planting and growing cycle worth your while.

When 6 Becomes 9

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!

Glory Story

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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!

Pandora N2 The Elements

Pandora opened up the window and then discovered a triple rainbow! What could this mean? Pandora pondered – until the rainbow smiled back and said: “It means as much as you like it to mean.” Pandora thought about how rainbows made them feel. How they only came back after or during the pouring rain.

Pandora never seemed to care for the rain. The rain would lead to puddles and pandora hated puddles because they led to dirt. Pandora began to interrogate the rainbow further, but before they could speak – a dark cloud hovered over Pandora’s house. Pandora was then abducted by a sudden unexplainable sadness. Until the rain asked them // “Why are you always sad when I come around? You can still go out and play.”

Pandora pondered at this idea but remained still. “Why would I want to play in the rain? That sounds just as ridiculous as would be climbing a tree in the snowy winter. I know rain comes from on high, but I didn’t realize you were that high! Pandora replied. That’s when the rain said “Well, life can’t go on without me – you need me even when you sometimes don’t want it. How about you head over to the corner store and get an umbrella? To have fun with the rain, you need not, interact with it. You must go outside of yourself and play with the serenity, I afford.”

Pandora laughed and soon found the confidence and headed out (this time with boots!) When Pandora came outside the wind blew them onto the ground. “To whom do I have the pleasure of knocking down?” The wind exclaimed!

Pandora realized that not only had it rained a lot but also the wind came with other elements. Pandora looked up for a moment and then began to smile. As Pandora, got up from the ground, Pandora realized their hand was dirty. Pandora landed by a shallow puddle which mirrored their reflection. Pandora saw what was there all along – a face that could be used to smile or not.

Who chooses to see through the cloudscape? Should we allow ourselves the moment of surrender? Admitting that we know nothing. Should we be guided by the light? Even still – the thunderous need to learn should satisfy our endorphins! We may not know but we are eager to find out! What works for us and what satisfies the route of my destination? The noise never expires only returns in new wavelengths. How well are we equipped to deal with a new consequence that we didn’t see before?

‪Light & Love

‬‪Darkness & Confusion ‬‪

Passion & Commitment

All of them dance in the memory and experience of our lives. For we’re learning always. Never have we ‘found out’ // *finding out*…Progressing. Not holding on so easily because the truth is dressed as the phantom that comes to knock us down occasion.

The elements outside of yourself are constantly at work – but Pandora is only a parallel. This is a story providing a mirror or a window – whichever works!

Swollen Moon

I smell like the fragrance of the golden moon

Strawberry scents of the rich skies which make them swoon

Without saying words, shared stories of my tailored made dress

Can’t tell if they’re clever enough to unbutton it with finesse

At the mercy of the bird – I hear their word

Their wings soaring a tune, while the daylight hides from the moon

There they stood – looking at me from the lowest to the highest top

If they focused any longer,

They would be able to see that I just don’t want it to stop

I felt eaten alive as they studied my charts

From all of the truth to the lies

From the deepest pits of hell and my nightmares

To the overflowing heavenly skies

I’m the pariah and I’m the prey

I toss with the wind and I can never stay

I’m the pariah and I’m the prey

I toss with the wind and can never stay

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the cosmic walls

Written on the cosmic walls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

I smell like the fragrance of the golden moon

Strawberry scents of the rich skies which make them swoon

They describe to me, the direction of your heavenly flight –

I shall truly reach the depths of this melodic height…

At the mercy of the bird – I hear their word

Their wings soaring a tune,

While the daylight hides from the moon

I felt eaten alive as they studied my charts

From all of the truth to the lies

From the deepest pits of hell and my nightmares

To the overflowing heavenly skies

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

For all of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

This song appears of Jeremy Garner’s album ‘Sensory Illumination‘ .

Some Smiles

‪Some smiles light a fire that you didn’t know you had burning inside.

Those flames come to pull you from a place you can no longer hide.

The moment you came out to play – your spirit was instantly burned to ash.

You were not paying attention to the road, thus inevitably inviting a crash.

If only you had purchased insurance to save you from this COSTLY dread.

When looking for the needle, you brushed up against the soft thread.

so, no worries about the glass that has just fallen onto the hard surfaced floor.

Lightning travels faster than sound – the burst of surprise seems to always even the score.

You can arise out of the swampy gloom!

Or maybe stay in the dark corners and explore the haunted tomb?

“For as prismatic radiance walks up the stairs, to decorate a room loaded with white paint.

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

The smile of this light redistributes energy, previously unbeknown to me.

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

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

“For the smile of your love is guided by an abstract and randomized beat.
Now the stars can’t help but smile as your illumination has given them a front-row seat!”

Dedicated to all of those near and far who have recently given me another reason to smile. Some smiles travel miles in illuminating styles! 🙂

When: Death Appears Like An Orgasm

“Death has become life in the sense that I’ve reached the light.

I’m apart of the destination that requires the vehicle of pleasure…”

And Now The Last Serving of Dessert served by Jeremy Garner who handles all of the music and production. Additional Vocals served by eLLe. There’s not much explanation behind the intent of this song. Think of watching a movie – we watch it because of the climax. Same reason we read the books. Sometimes the climax is not as exposed but there’s always one hidden in some way. Now think about the face you make when you _________ Exactly. Just look at my face. There’s your answer! 😀

https://soundcloud.com/jestereyesound/death-appearing-like-an-orgasm

Remember – On YouTube is where to find me and Jeremy Garner’s Latest Collaborations!

Thoroughly: Engulfing Through

This is a part of the main course meal on August Feels Like Wednesday. The music that goes alongside with this poetry was prepared with by the incomparable Mr.Ivory Snow!

He did his thing in the kitchen to ensure a savory and flavor full experience along with two other songs that will be heard when the album drops! His talent and ear still astound me to this day! He actually just released a new album entitled Snow not long ago! Check out his Bandcamp page and consider purchasing his work! (You can also stream his album everywhere!) In the age where there is so much being released from various people – we can do our part in calling attention to those who are doing the damn thing!

I am entirely thankful for all of those who have helped me remaster and remix this album in a new light. It goes a long way and I’m entirely thankful that you now have the opportunity to listen!

Like the button is taken through the tunnel of the needle to fasten it down, we go through in and out, back to front, side to side.

We’re all just trying to engulf through but we got to get out shit together.

https://soundcloud.com/jestereyesound/engulfing-through

Slingshots and Cigarellos

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.

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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.

Reclaiming: They Said

Writing a new thing or an old thing – just as long as the flame can keep me warm. The cold flickering of life’s surprises – are we ever safe from the impending frostbite? The danger that is trapped inside of a cage of our reactions. We can choose to engage – or simply turn the page, the text remains the same morning or night. When troubles come to visit you uninvited – I encourage you to invite it in. It may make you cry or what’s worst – really tear you up inside and create a dark black hole.

I promise it’ll be worth it. You might explore things that aren’t so bad to learn. Mellow in the confusion – bake your cake and share it with someone you love. The heat is on and will soon burn into nothing but smoke. Don’t regret your time – like they say “Reclaim it”. It’s just a couple of long weeks here on earth. Some are spent wisely while others are forgotten like last weeks meal. Remember how good it was then? How much you savored the seasonings paired perfectly with a flask of wine? It was delicious and so is the memory of it – but that’s all it is now.

A forgotten moment stored only by a fraction of your senses. It’s much more – like a light to your mind is a pathway to your desires. When all is said and done – why not run? There’ll be a time you won’t be able to. When you keep on living things just get out of place.

Joints become rusty, pain becomes more practiced. “Use what you got and spend what isn’t yours” that’s what they say. That’s what ends up happening anyway, we are on borrowed tools and land. Truth be told mostly stolen – justice can’t prevail until we acknowledge this. Life is a precious commodity to some but an interesting journey to some. Living and resting. “Take what you can but always remember to leave what no longer suits you.” That’s what they said.

They have said a lot and it doesn’t all have to be in vain or to fall on deaf ears. If we know what they said – then we can live off what it may mean for now. A lot of what is said is based off myths that were created to control behaviors. This isn’t to say we can’t function behind these myths and reach some higher ground. Before you reclaim it – keep in mind some of what has been said was at a different time. The importance of context mustn’t lose its meaning due to how edgy whatever you’re claiming may feel. For example: If you wanna reclaim a concept that has been used to manipulate others – that’s gonna come with various consequences. It’s always better to be aware of the timing of such reclaims!

At any rate: Reclaim what’s yours to use for the service to others. As Maxine says it honestly with no feelings or resolve. It ain’t about offending but knowing what you can do. People have been saying a lot of things since time immortal – why not take back on what was done and remix it to your liking? All the while being aware of origin.

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WITH THIS FACE WHILE DOING IT.

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Today is the 33rd week of 2017.

It’s never about the arrival but the journey to get to where you are going. Enter in without looking back at who’s looking at you. If you wanna get to the nerve of all the flashes and distorted lights – it takes pure objectivity.

Objectivity can’t be reached if you are only listening to the side you most agree with. Truth can’t be exclusive to whose mouth you favor the most. Whatever you fancy can’t be the only tailor of spirit. If the ‘fit’ is too tight around the waist – make some noise. The purpose of a tailor is to make sure you’re fitted and good to go.

Communicate honestly cuz if there’s anybody deserving of small talk – your tailor is a good bet. The more clearly you represent with what you want the more likely you’ll find what you intend for. What’s the point in lying about your size or pinching details to your tailor?

Notwithstanding our fundamental senses of Sight, Taste, Touch, Hearing, and Smell. Our sense of smell never gives us any warning. You can be in the middle of an engaging conversation until…*SWIFT! What the hell was that smell?* We aren’t as lucky as dogs whose sense of smell is much more stronger than ours. (1,000 to 10,000 times than ours)

*You got to let people have their moment. Stay in silence and just breathe in your own frame.* Again, the nose never invites you, tho. “You can listen without the burning urgent NEED to interject – Jesse!” Learning to do this when I smell bullshit. Again, your nose never warns you.

We live in a time now, where the path to objectivity is rarely seen as a fundamental component to analyzing truth. So many fingers are pointed where we forget about the Whole Fist for establishing the truth. We should be more curious, more willing to dismantle what we’ve been told, and more prone to using the Scientific Method. We have the tools right at our disposal to measure and calculate.

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There’s a lot we don’t know but there’s also a wealth of things we can find out through The Scientific Method.

Human beings often find comfort in the usual and mundane. Which means predictable passages of a time don’t freak us out so much, things just float that way cuz they can. Until a new wave comes along.

If getting loose means getting lost, we often will run away from this idea. We want to be found and have a place of refuge not get lost in the unknown.

For in the parable of Y – there is only the search to find X. That’s what I want to know – why. Why do you believe this and what has brought you to this conclusion? When you walk the line straight and carefully were you afraid of falling? Who told you to believe and when you observe the world around you – do you think of those who taught you?

Ask yourself, what if I’m wrong about this? *I have to do this several times* Once you ask a question – study why people believe it. You observe and do the math on your own. You got to do your own math and accept the facts as they present themselves.

I’ve entertained the possibilities for so long until I ran out of adrenaline. Some theories are just flat regardless if the proof is circular. THE EARTH IS NOT FLAT, no matter how many people believe this. They are all wrong because their premise denies verified science.

“If you wanna keep things real you got to play it by how things are.”

Truth keeps on expanding – ever and ever through 33 realms. We are seeking to get there through ever expanding perception.

Fruit of Constellation

In the unseen, my shadows await their victory. A conqueror of the night takes the proper crown and slays all possible enemies. The fight has returned to a notion of liberty. For if one is free – one must fight and stand for their freedom. The prison is deep with lairs of darkness and symphonies of alienation.

For the time has come where the feast has begun. I wouldn’t dare stuff my face when others have not eaten. Some rather not eat because others have not eaten. Should I allow the food to spoil and to waste because some choose not to attend the party? A feast with no participates – is an uneventful party.

10 stars belong to me and 5 are for you. We have each been given a promise with these stars and the oath is one to decree to the nations. If I give away these stars, I only stand to gain. Giving away all that I have, for what is mine is what also belongs to a stranger. At the very least the crumbs can be a benefit. The breadcrumbs linger and request for the dogs to be fed. I wonder how much do we really need for ourselves?

We are given only so much until we are left with nothing. What then? How can we move past what has already disappeared? What do we have to offer when it’s all gone? The crumbs can’t be for us when we have eaten the main meal.

I’m only eating as a means of survival – the moment I stop. I begin to crave more. A taste for brighter constellations awaits me in the midnight sky. I can’t believe what is slipping away from me at this very moment.

Nothing is here, and time is consuming me as the day chases the night in a hurry – Now 5 stars belong to me and 10 are for you. I am losing but gaining by the eating away of the crumbs.

I’m eating the fruit of constellations.

Who/What is/ Characters In The Wind?

2016 is gonna be one of the biggest years yet! I’ve been really discovering connections around the world, and New Zealand has been my latest fascination. I’ll stay there for a couple of months at the start of 2016. Exploring new adventures and territories while also living a life built upon creation and spontaneity. All of this is gonna to be engineered for my Latest Project ‘Characters In The Wind’ due in full manifestation in 2016.

Characters In The Wind is my latest project centered on seven different themes brought to me over time. I’ve realized, if I want to demonstrate what I’ve been seeing and hearing one way to do that is through writing, and film. This is the second time, to me over time select variations of philosophy, deep thinking, and poetry seems to just connect as a conceptual piece. The first was August Feels Like Wednesday, with different themes centered, this is my next project. Seven pieces that will be expressed through spoken word, music, and live documentary with people other than myself. 😀

1 Kaleidoscopic Vortex
2 Plural Arenas
3 Elite Superstar
4 Uniquely Neon
5 Sex Spade
6 Thick Triggers
7 Characters In The Wind

I’ll explore themes about Color, God, Seduction, Inspiration, Paranoia, along with other themes that these titles that rise out of the conversation. I am still understanding what these themes mean over time. But, it’s exciting to actually move forward with a project, that is actually evolving over time. I’m working also with some incredible people, that play a crucial role in my knowledge of these things. I’m operating under the realm of conversation.  Putting myself out there, so that a community of people can come together and make something amazing. 🙂 So you’ll see some hashtags every now and then, and those words will be floating around in a sense. I want discussion and perspective as that give clarity to the discussion!

Be on a lookout for those titles, thrown in and out of time. You can follow here, on my blog to keep updated with the latest information! Visual & Audio pieces will follow on my YouTube Channel.
2016, is due to be a year full of surprises and sudden moments of engagement! #CITW

Rareness // Traces

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Every single person is rare and will leave traces that only we can leave.

These unique and individual pieces of our entity are scattered throughout our lives – only to be felt and seen by someone else, not inside our window.

We carry in our essence, traces of creative ambitions and details which all point to who we are and where we want to go.

A fact remains.

No single thing has ever existed like YOU, which makes YOU Rare.

Rare to the point of benevolent discovery.

The same goes for everyone else.

When one stumbles across our path and can see clear indications of unique pattern and print, they may swoon or sway.

It’s not always what we do or don’t.

It’s merely our non-verbal communication along with our verbal performance that can inform someone on what you might think.

Our energy and how it Illuminates another’s route don’t always give us the glow we might know.

We often take for granted, the ways we achieve inspiration by simply being in the moment.

It starts with really what you know, then you can go from there.

Knowing what is inside of YOU and being true to what you know.

Take pride, in knowing your essence and your glow.

Not that you are the WHOLE – BUT that the pieces that YOU reveal, make up the WHOLE of each of us, as a collective.

We are each are our own storytellers.

The Traces are picked up from our experiences, the way we mold color and the ways in which we personify our various persuasions.

Shadow Acquaintance

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It sometimes haunts me with a lingering presence. It’s as if my eyes can only see it and its beginning to make me nervous. Yet, I am finding peace in what this means. The memory is becoming a comedy and eventually- I end up swallowing the anomaly. It’s not so bad to miss great experiences and to monetarily become engulfed with the charm of its power. Reality keeps me in check. I realize, there were a series of choices that were made, which leads me to where I am.

It wasn’t a spontaneous amount of emotionally unbalanced feelings. I regret nothing because what I demonstrated was a result of real emotions. So as the parade of positive memories follows me as a person. The shadowy nature of its power, reveals to my ways; I was hurt and misunderstood as well. It’s not that I focus on the darker aspects of experiences but I must allow proper balance and weight.

It wasn’t all the way white, so let’s acknowledge the BLACK.

Every experience seems to carry both light and dark aspects. So it is necessary to find favor in both the black and white. (Never dispel one because the other is more appealing to you.) So with an alarming shadow appearing at randomized moments, I can truly appreciate this presence that feels like a person.
The light and the activity around it, reveals this dark shadow, which has become a necessary acquaintance.

Puzzle Haze!

 I helped my Grandfather move in today! That was fun but sad at the same time! You see my Pops has been living in New Orleans pretty much all his life, and moving here at 87 years old is going to be an interesting adventure for him.

 

To avoid a story that can go on and on, Just watch this:

While unpacking, I could not help but look at some of the items he brought with him. Not considering all of the hats I noticed, (Which I hope to have one of his soon) I noticed his leaf blower! My grandfather is so familiar with cutting his own grass, trimming his own lawn, and blowing the excess weeds and trimmings he forgot that his new Apartment Complex does all the work for him. When my mom asked him about it, he seemed to forget those days are over. There was a sense of loss that catered to his expression and I can’t help but feel that now. Texas, for me, has always been like eating a bowl of soup with a fork. Let’s just say New Orleans is a city of Utensil making, and spoons are the least of those creations unless of course, you are eating a bowl of Gumbo.

I can’t help but miss those days,  where he and I would work. WORKING is all my Grandfather has ever known! Working for my grandfather meant sweating and eating a proper Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Stories which my mind ponders in extreme jubilation! He stayed in New Orleans even after Hurricane Katrina, and it wasn’t until his brother passed away until he made the decision to move out to Texas with us. It’s strange because New Orleans would never be the same without him.

A Puzzle, within a Haze, I wrote about it earlier this year, when I heard the news about my Pops selling the house. I’m not sure how it exactly relates to my Grandfather but there is emotion belonging to the pieces even if they are hazy.

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Don’t puzzle the haze, and continually more calmly, swallow the craze.

Interpretations, the scriptures unfold.

Wrapping you consciously – They Mold.

Thoughts of limitless bound, heights that are taken from the ground.

Measures and pieces within me are within you – Blindly to sound.

They’re checking you out, with fashionable ambition.

They deny: if you will complete the mission.

Hold it closely, and never pardon the gift entrusted.

Build up within it – for your blessing should never be mistrusted.

Grant it, the fire to burn and consume every alienated principle of right.

Remember the fire is the light which by the screams of bright – are visions which began in the night!

Currrent Ascension

H3r3 it is, the number that qualifies the selections of joy!

Piercing and exciting is the revelation that you are inside of. A L I G N M E N T

A L I G N M E N T

Stepping into the lines which are graphed onto your own variable.

 

The strength is inclined to pick up what you are unable to carry!

7 + 7 is 14.

But what does it all mean?!…2+0+1+4

The moment of NEW WAVES OF POWER!

Feeling light grow and glow in All My Dreams!!

It begins!

Herein the ascension…

THIS IS THE YEAR OF ALIGNMENT

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Sugary Flow

Sweeter dreams of milky passions she speaks.
 
She compliments the insight of what she sees in the light!
 
The wonder in her words – counting again.
 
I’m trying to recall the statement in her blessing!?
 
Going forward through 17 measures – which is poetically sung within the voices of melodic serenades.
 
She sings of a feeling, that pounds her heart so near.
 
As her rhythm is understood, by the choir of an audience, everyone sings in harmony.
 
The flow is begged by a craving for sugary islands and sweet drops of rain.
 
If this were a song it would be forbidden in the broadcasted notion of what is truly sacred.
 
Every part of syncopation no longer waits – it takes each chance to deal with the response.
 
The desires are fully dressed with unselfish luxury.
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Dedicated: To The One -Who Embraced The Element Of My Longing // Her Name Is Behind The Camera.

Capital Articulation

Capitalizing on the letters which are sent to define the enormity of feeling.

(TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THOSE LETTERS, WHICH ARE HEAVY)

The strongest tower of articulation hovers over the definitions of excitement.

(NO MATTER THE HEAVIEST TOWER OF PRONUNCIATION, OUR JOY IS TAMED THROUGH SPEECH)

Explanation fails with the vastness of stories which gives an example to those who understand.

(WHEN YOU CAN’T MANAGE TO EXPLAIN BY PERSONAL EXAMPLE)

The more one begins to animate the glories of what they believe, the process begins to take away the tenderness of its detail.

(SOMETIMES IN EXPLAINING THE GREATNESS OF WHAT IS POWERFUL, WE LOOSE THE CHARM OF ITS MOLDING)

The children who understand languages are excited by the toy of bulging colors, and metaphorical animals.

(ANIMALS, COLORS, AND DETAIL WHICH CHILDREN FIND ACCEPTABLE DUE TO ITS ANIMATION)

We only begin to silence ourselves, when those pauses seize our delivery.

(THIS IS WHEN YOU ARE OVERTAKEN BY THE HEAVY SENSE EMOTION, WHICH IS CAPTIVATED BY A PAUSE)

Being unable to measure the great lengths and burdens we know.

(AS LONG AND HEAVY AS THEY ARE, HOW CAN THEY BE SUMMARIZED AND CATEGORIZED )

By seizing the enormous emotions placed on my heart and tongue – I begin to make meaning of what has made means to me.

(EVEN IN MY STORIES – AS BEING SPOKEN ORALLY, IT MAKES SENSE AS I TURN TO THE EARS WHICH HEAR)

When I pronounce each word, there seems to be another fantasy that creeps in.

(FANTASY TAKES HOLD, AS IT, ENCHANTS THE WONDER OF WHAT IS, IT IS A VERY CLEARLY UNDERSTOOD WITHIN ME)

I’m living on the windowpane, and the rain steadily removes me into where I shatter.

(THE WATER DRIPS ARE FOCUSED ON CLEANSING ITSELF BEYOND THE  INDEX OF WHAT IS SPOKEN)

What’s lost is the enchanting wonder that builds upon each flower in the wild.

(THE WONDER IS LOST BECAUSE BY SPEAKING THIS WONDER A DEDUCTION IS FOLLOWED BY A GRASP THAT CAN’T BE UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO ARE TO LISTEN)

Wrestling Silhouettes

For some reason, I’ve had to wrestle with the idea of blogging again. It’s as if my shadow has become in a fight with the notion of writing. BUT writing is the very expression to make known the emotions we all feel in our hearts. I remember once trying to measure and calculate how often I would blog online. It’s safe to say, I lost that battle a long time ago!

I also read very poignant blog posts, ENCOURAGING bloggers like myself; to continue to blog at least 3 times a week. AND this is achievable, it’s really about the desire to follow suit in encouraging others. IF I could reach one person, who feels the emotion at my fingers as I write this, it is worth it!

3 is a great start at the bare minimum to release the thoughts which dance around my head. Whether it is a quote, a message, or a simple response to what I have seen. Because truly, many thoughts dance around my head, and I truly do love to write.

This year has already been overwhelming, I have witnessed so much already, and I lay down on the floor prostrate, in gratitude. Never has there been such a wave and NEWly found guidance in my life. I long to share the very blessing that we all may see or may not see.

More importantly, I love to read other poems and writings from people who write who echo their passions. EVEN IF, That’s YOU!  I love the comfort of writing, and the incredible release and exercise it is.

So, no longer will I wrestle with the framework of the light!

It’s very easy to wrestle with what has thrown its light upon us; but why would we scoff at the light that has been given to us? We are changed through the visions of undressed creation! I want you all to be inspired as the light shines on you, to see the great aspect of love it shows us.

Given the tears flowing down your face; it’s safe to say; you’ve fallen from grace

In what you heard; the applause is diminished; while your soul now seeks for a precious gift to replenish

A gift that brings triumph, one of honor and glory; you have heard these gifts, passed down story after story

Told by those of old and young; exchanging details of goodness where love first was begun

Now you walk in the allies of the night; wishing for the story to reveal its light

Approaching a sensation of revelation; your body is then covered with undressed creation

As your silhouette wrestles the light that shines its passion – in its defeat, you scoff at the heavenly fashion

NOT ANYMORE, No more scoffing!

The Consciousness Of Darkness

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Within the consciousness of darkness lies the deliveries of crude manifestations of evil and profane pronouncements.

Designers become uncomprehending as no positive patterns are being yielded.

What was trusted into this darkness sought inspiration from a slandering and ignorance of the light?

Without this light, the story and the script made no sense.

Given no structure to its void, there was simply an abyss of nothingness.

No meaning and sacred designs allowed this mindset to cast out everything it was originally given.

The offspring of this darkness lends a passion of imponderable abilities to wrong with a forgetful yet maintained caused.

The alien of the maximized desecration seeks to plant seeds in the hearts of all those moved in the parallel notion to the light.

In relative passions of abominable pursuits, the purveyors of sensual pleasures illustrated the very picture which taunted those in the light.

But by the calling out of one’s name, the fashion that was naked in confidence gained a sense of protection.

Fasteners and fabric met again to hide what was deemed private by the eating of the fruit.

Now here is the intelligence of the abyss, the place where rebellion authorizes the plea to challenge the script.

Freedom is now handed to the memory that is reminiscent of truth which stands true.

Summarized Notion For Thought: Evil is to life what contradiction is to reason. Now, this is the morning of your dynasty! Sleeping now only will awake you somehow!