WTM! TOF?

“Those that have an Ear, let them Hear!”

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 :

Cashapp : $gesturegreen

paypal: paradiseclarity@gmail.com

Zelle: jesterants@gmail.com

CRUMB SOCIETY

we are living in a CRUMB SOCIETY, numb to sobriety but constantly fed with intoxicated waste renewing the insatiable taste.
skyscrapers in the city, with flashing lights and parking entrances lit pretty.
surrounded by security brick walled fences, spyware and firewalls for instance: while surveillance is factored in, just like a factory setting comes programmed from within.
production is on the line, labor exploitation becomes the pantomimed.
puppets and strings, relationships or flings?
like CRUMBS, falling from the bite of the cookie, mere CRUMBS.
that’s what we are offered.
ALSO BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT US TO SEARCH FOR.
WHO IS “THEY’? = They are the capitalist and corporate ruling class; the same ones doing all the stealing, and the wheeling of propaganda to keep you confused and pledged to their will. it’s a diabolical and violent ill, because they give us the snack crumble, while they keep the whole pie! AS if they could provide you a valid reason why?
HERE IS ONE : WE ARE GIVEN THE CRUMBS: JUST ENOUGH TO INDICATE THAT SOMETHING WAS EATEN AND LEFT OVER ON OUR FACE.
OR WHICHEVER PLACE. BUT THAT SOMETHING DOESN’T MEASURE TO EXACTLY HOW MUCH WE ACTUALLY ATE.
you know how crumbs are left forgotten on your chin, when talking to a stranger and no friend?
when ain’t nobody tell you, those CRUMBS were left at the corner of your mouth’s turn?
those CRUMBS have spoken for a desire to LEARN.
they were left elsewhere, found on your shirt.
just like dirt, hidden in between all of your forgotten nooks and crannies, some of y’all : even got crumbs in your panties!
yikes : the cross contamination & intersected damnation, at a location not too FAR from your teeth biting into this struggle BAR.
quite soon it’ll melt & stain! wouldn’t that be a shame ?
but it ain’t just you, we all belong to this CRUMB SOCIETY.
handkerchiefs, napkins, and tissues, come to the rescue in remedy of this issue!
whether jelly, spaghetti, or sugar confetti.
or like a photo seen on GETTY!
Why wait to be ready?
to acknowledge and do something about these CRUMBS : in the suburbs or slums, we are the sums of intentional wage theft.
but with ongoing Political Education and Organization, all of their CRUMBS will exit, stage left!

SUGARY SWEET SUITE

welcome to the sugary suite sweet – where all of your candies reside in a cavity mansion! care to jovially prance down this road? well – it certainly sounds inviting, however some would dare, that you break free from the invitation and EOI!

it’s a SWEET SUITE! decked with all the fixings! a chocolate pool. caramel encoded doors. windows laced with icing – mirrors glossed with angel frosted meringue! you couldn’t find a fructose more frivolous; than the fields of folly jolly, harboring these ranches. it’s almost abhorrent to walk into such saccharine corridors. the smell of such crisp invitation is enough to add more bounce to the ounce.

this facility of sugar is fallacious in every appearance. it shows up this way / that way / – after all to display a cone or honey clay. the molding of such delight is one that leaves your feet very sticky. your hands? very icky! your face? a house where you can’t find the mickey!

don’t worry ! it’s a suite! you will sit on high towers all of which are rushed by endorphins. your brain explodes – this much is true, but you also collapse into a deep coma of activity. your every waking moment – alert and active at the snacks which await your tongue.

When the walls are too sweet, knocking them down is only mandatory – even at the risk of not wearing a parachute. When you’re free falling – you tend to not mind so much the road down to ruin. In the TRIPLE S there is no illusion or masquerade – the invite of fairy marmalade are savory to the search. if you were in need of a savior – salvation is salivating in this…when your enter those heavenly gates. you’ll want to keep it a private bliss, one you can secretly kiss.

it’s so nice, others dare know it as a vice. it’s what keeps you still.

even in a field of cotton candy

for some rather be abide in the cavity of sugar!

in the melody of a sweet piano tune.

the curse of this song and dance means never ending, animal like craving from the core.

the graph of subject and the title is doomed to make sense to the reader.

just as the arrangement of what’s in the bowl, seek to make sense if the food is tasteful or completely dry without flavor.

the process of this desire is not yet signed.

a promise is not yet delivered, to the nose of interest!

what can be found in the treasure box stolen by pirates?

the same gold and silver governed by kings and queens (&anything in between)?

the sugary sweet suite will make it difficult for you to solve the riddle of its sweetness. this sugar should enter the election of the affluent cavity – for it bounds you to the visceral and nectarous gravity.

however, if you were to come to this place – you’d find it very easy to chill on the candy pillows. the succulant marbled surface leaves a lot to be desired and that’s only the surface! in this place – you can even eat the dishes! this place is filled with syrupy mediocre wishes! the kind that melts on your mouth immediately while creating a dessert, desert like search for water. it may leave you dry, but that’s the cost for unchecked willy-nilly wonka cream! it’s the realization of living without a dream!

TO THE QUEST FOR THE GEMS

“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.

https://tinyurl.com/rd2uhy4 – Justin Mcintosh
https://tinyurl.com/uwjmzw5 – Jeremy Garner
https://tinyurl.com/rm7p733 – Jess from Galactic Gangsters

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!

Glory Story

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!

ME + YOU = STEW

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 !

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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.

Me & You? Yeah we got work to do!

What is Sin?

There’s a lot that’s been said about ‘Sin’. I heard so much about it growing up. Haven’t we all? Sin has the reputation for being that thing that disappoints g-d. Transgression. When you bypass the law in favor of responding to the lusts of your flesh. With this song, I wanted to challenge the typical core beliefs surrounding sin. What makes some things sinful while other things are just tradition?

So much of sin is made up of the things we consider taboo. A lot of people are afraid of doing what they wanna do because of the punitive punishment that has been attached to their desires. This is most common if you were raised in a strict religious and or dogmatic environment. I came up with the idea for this song after writing about sin and the power it had on my life for so while as a Christian. I was always curious about sin and the nature of its influence in my life.

This was a teaching moment to me upon my awareness of growth and desire and hopefully, you may find this useful in navigating your life. If you listen at the end of this song, Stanley Wrinkles comes in to deliver an important message. Who is this, Stanley Wrinkles some might ask?

Stanley Wrinkles is a character I came up with back in 2005 not long after Hurricane Katrina took my family to Texas. He’s a preacher that is passionate about Jesus and sharing the message of the truth. Whether prayer, preaching or talking – he’s always passionately sharing in some way or another.

AND NOW THERE’S DESSERT #1!

My Homie Jeremy Garner was the mastermind behind the production of this track! I remember when he first sent this to me and how amazed I was how fast it came together. The rock metal edge really gives this song a kick and really just stands in your face and sends bones down your spine.

Take a listen and please do enjoy and share with me what you think?

https://soundcloud.com/jestereyesound/sin-ft-stanley-wrinkles

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

(This song is the first serving of dessert shared on August Feels Like Wednesday )

Cursed Belonging

Cursed be the memory that led me to you – it was an illusion

A trick of the mind which entered me like a toxic pollution

The pollinated air and well-trained disguise guided me by making me adaptive

Those allergies produced a cough and itch that’s prisoned me captive

How could I ever resist that infallible rose

A token of blossom laced with the protection of the thorns which are clothes

I’m cut by the tender clinch

Reminded yet again that everything we hold requires us not to flinch

A forged experience completely entwined by a complex tribe

If we only listened to the call of the shadows – Would this still be a bribe?

Now, I’m like a ghost wishing to belong to a world opposite of the dream

Steady longing for those sketches of empty frames which scream

Envisioning to be filled yet again with color and personality

The curse of belonging is a memory from the heart of commonality but not factuality

The Dawn of R.E.M

Dreams Reflect
The Activity
Found In Your
Waking Life
The Riddle is
Unlocked by
Connecting Those
Loose Dots
Scattered Throughout Your Daily Life
Don’t Be Afraid To Intend For A Dream
And To Write Down The Symbols Found
A dREaM Journal Is Your Secret Elixir

This video is about the power of dreams and what can be learned from them. There’s a lot of distractions but life can take a whole new meaning in a dREaM.

R = Rapid

E = Eye

M = Movement

How To Unlock Caterpillar Logic

Growing up in New Orleans for me was a privilege, that I don’t take for granted in my childhood. It meant good food, lively music, snowballs, and a rich culture. It also meant around spring time caterpillars would hang from my grandparents oak trees!

I dreaded caterpillars because they were very thick and sticky. There was often a host of caterpillars all crammed together like a pack of sardines. April and May, in particular, meant caterpillars would be everywhere from the sidewalks, bushes, and my grandmother’s porch. This did not mean much to my grandfather when he’d want assistance in cleaning the sidewalk.

“Come on out here boy, this sidewalk won’t brush itself!!” He’d yell.

“But he’s hysterical of those caterpillars!” Gammie would plead!

I’m thankful my Gammie always had my back and considered how I felt! It is through her care and concern, I never had to help my pops clean around outside during the spring! Luckily, I had a brother who didn’t mind as much! 😀

I never shook my fear of them until I left New Orleans. I didn’t see them at all in Texas although I noticed on occasion, I’d catch small moths and butterflies. I’ve grown to appreciate the caterpillar because of its developmental changes. I reference their process often in my life. Looking back at how afraid I was, I now see a misguided fear. Was I afraid of growing? Could I soon break free from the cocoon? The more I learned about their process, the more I appreciated their relevance in all living existence.

I made a short video breaking down an allegorical connection between caterpillars and the flow of your ideas!

Characters In The Wind (Remastered)

The Full-Length film ‘Characters In The Wind’ was released in 2016 but now remastered with added bits and pieces in 2018. I was initially, completely hesitant about remastering this but I needed to do it, because of my unsatisfaction on some levels with it originally. I wanted to explain the Jester Eye X – symbol once in for all which debuted at the start of 2016.

CITW is the short film where conversation, poetry, music, and narration come to manifestation in full. I go all over the place which is represented by the arrows going in various directions. I did not include an explanation for this originally but now I have while also describing what ‘Happy Forever means.

I’m sure this short film was not watched by many in fact, according to YouTube only 360 people watched it. 😀

Now you have the opportunity to watch it again, 2 years later REMASTERED! I hope you will join in on the conversation with me and enjoy it!

I’m also asking for donations of only $7.33 // or whatever your heart desires in light of completion of this project!

paypal.me/jessejenkins or for those who do not have Paypal you can submit donation here.

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A Relic In The Ocean

A life can be tossed or rolled down the hill
When it reaches the concrete ground – is there life still?
After being pressed and torn up without a single care
After all of that destruction, is this even fair?
By the time it’s all said and done – nobody has won
Love and hate is already inside of the gun
No one seems willing to pull the trigger
Fear starts to grow stronger and BIGGER
The fetus position is invited for a safer swallow
There they began minimizing themselves in a paper like hollow
When troubles aim to roll us up like a fat blunt
Are we still backing up our integrity from the front?
Historians have written down this story for you to read
It’s up to you to make life a good deed
Or this can simply be another relic in the ocean
A story hardly capable of stirring motion.

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.

WITH THIS FACE WHILE DOING IT.

ThEnDance (Sort of Dead)

”The dance at the end
Our memories and genetics – will they transcend?
What’s left of the impact we leave behind?
The matrix of life – does it fully unwind?
How are we then able to know?
When death reveals its face – do we all glow?
The insatiable hope that our actions aren’t in vain
That we’ll find a storage facility in some Human brain
Our lives are all but smoke cast into the air
Wishing to be smelled by the nose of those that dare
A compatible willingness to be remembered by the spices of our scent
Various pictures of our taste set aside as a tent in one’s mind
We all long to be remembered with a nostalgic bind
Experiences, memories, and our written history are the makeup of our lives
The dance floor is where we release – our collective archives”

The Living Things (Fully Alive & Sort of Dead)

The Living Things is finally here and it’s FULLY ALIVE. I was driven to create this because I had a few things to say about life. Life is moving for even in the silence – pulsating vibrations are recognized. There are seven parts to this project and each deal with various aspects (Windows) of life. In the three weeks prior to releasing this, I talked about how Water is Internet, The Echoes In The Night, and how YOU have the luxury privilege of disliking whatever is experienced in life.

Now you can experience the full life of The Living Things. The other four windows to this are as follows: The Living Things // W.G.E.O.L. (We Gave Each Other Life) // Makeup & Lighting // Zippers IN The Dark.

You got 39 minutes? I got this! I figure if you can invest 39 minutes and some change – you’ll learn something. Maybe you’ll be challenged? Who knows – only if you can invest some of your minutes. The great thing is – this will be up here forever. I wanted to create something direct and clairvoyant and not too full on like Characters In The Wind

There’s something for everybody and this thing is alive to help you transcend.

You have the liberty to Donate to this as an act of love or maybe you disliked it. Either way, it’s fine cuz this is it. Life is still breathing.

THANK YOU FOR LIKING OR DISLIKING THIS! 😀

Y.C.D.T.

(You.Can.Dislike.This.)

Cuz it’s too weird. Cuz it’s Too long. You don’t like me. Cuz it’s boring. Cuz you wanna troll. Cuz think it can be better. Whatever The reason, yes – You Can Dislike This. 🙂

This video is a part of The Living Things 7 video collection.

Revolving, But Spent (Luxury Rings)

Update!

Checking in!

Just wanted to inform everybody of the new scene I’m clocking! Did you notice the new Cuffs and threads? Yes! It’s on the viral tip! The flow of spectacular dimensions is already trending.

Time in and time out.

Don’t you deny it – comment and like what you see cuz this view ain’t gonna come back again.

This new thing is sexy and got all the numbers you been desiring. The idea is to be on top and to stomp on those at the bottom. Them bottom feeders can’t taste the honey I’m cashing.

I hit the lotto and only a few will get checked!!

These coins are spent through mere luxury. Diamonds on my neck and fingers are to stunt on the haters!

There can’t be any division when the math multiples. I’m only expanding and growing in followers. Everybody is on my page – I can’t keep up but I like it that way.

Take a note from the sound waves up above and remove the waste that populates your face. Get clean and at least pray to get on my level.

How many of us find ourselves in this position? 😀

Scrolling up to find purpose in the *knew* news. We look forwards to the fantasy. The touch of an impending story. We escape through the unreal or at least distorted promises of what we want.

We binge on the fantasy. It’s for fun cuz it’s a quick thrill. It gives us a record of holy moments to relive when we forget to write it down.

This is a fever that can’t be tamed. We rather stay sick – dying till our last breath. We want that extra visibility. A construct of identification. A sense of belonging. A force to be known even when lost in the familiar.

“I’ll follow you into your life. You’ll surprise me and remind me of what I always knew. Occasionally, you’ll comment on my nature to succeed but I know everyone is laughing silently when I fail. How far can I go without the boring usual? Another like to be recorded without value.”

I’m wild by the wilderness of the usual. The expected comes knocking at my door. Serving the occasional surprise but mostly familiar. Searching for newer things with a hope of inspiration to come quickly. In most cases, life comes at you fast. You are never really prepared for the twists and turns. After all, life is a second away from a life changing experience.

There’s not a lot that authentically surprises me as of late. Even the music that is often suggested to me – just ain’t doing it for me. I try to give it a shot but by the time the beat drops, I’m already bored by it or familiar with the producer. I don’t know if people are just afraid of taking risks or if it’s just easier to produce mass marketed clones? The music industry is dead and while we all knew this by like 2007 – it’s really apparent now.

What we find nowadays is cultural appropriation, mockery, a new reason to get angry, and just everything in between. But – I’m SPENT. I ain’t go no more coins in fleeting mirages and empty grievances. My interest revolves around learning as much as I can from History and strengthening my relationship with math.

When you’ve been given less – you are expected to live out more. It takes hard work. To pull yourself up, you got to work together. Working with the least and the greatest just to remain alive. You got to expand beyond the causes and look at just where your privilege stands. We all got to check ourselves. It can be frustrating getting to the reasons behind what’s ringing.

The true luxury is knowing which ones to decline and which ones to answer.

In other words for the recent regurgitation of social media: ALL in favor say Blahhhh!

Don’t Blink

Don’t Blink – or else you’ll shatter everything around you.

The moment the eye realizes the disease of make-believe // imagination is haunted by the face of reality.

Don’t Blink – unless I’ll break the promise to stare into history past.

The present time is seen to grapple with a future that can’t be removed from my signing eyes.

Don’t Blink – unless the tears will roll from my eyes.

The longer I stare at the trauma that came before me – I begin to understand myself.

Don’t Blink – keep paying attention to the passing pages. I can’t miss out on what’s happening – I wanna be ready for it all.

If I miss what’s been said how can I follow you to comprehension’s end?

Don’t Blink – If you want to be conscious and aware of the real impact of growth.

If you wanna see it as it happens in real-time there ain’t no room for slack or missed information.

Don’t Blink by the frame of seconds to minutes and minutes to hours.

*When reality jumps against you too fast. You thought it was yesterday but it was actually two weeks ago.*

Don’t Blink or else you’ll miss the joke that just swiped past you.

Ever heard what they called TIME that has happened already?

“By the time you learn the rules of life, you’re too old to play the game.”

Don’t Blink or else you’ll silence the words meant to speak to your soul.

Don’t Blink until you win out what was lost.

Don’t Blink – unless you are alive to what will perform in front of you.

Pain Heartbreak Then You Read

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I have read many books and have looked at too much recent history, to think this country was ever really great. // The origin of this country is really nationalistic for barbaric reasons. Slavery, Genocide, and capitalism. These things have been so normal to me – sometimes I have to remind myself I am actually living in a place TAKEN from Native Americans. Slaves (some are actually in my bloodlines) worked day in and day out and DID not get paid for their labor. We were instead raped, isolated, cut off from our families, and indoctrinated to believe “slaves were to obey their masters”. We were not actually considered human beings under law. While these things seem so long ago they aren’t and we are still living through the trauma of these atrocities. So no. I can’t think this country is great when the numbers speak for themselves. Reading the story connects the reality why my face curves when people talk about THIS GREAT COUNTRY. 😀

How To Not Get Annoyed (As Much)

I really hate when people say “Thank You For Your Patience…”

Thank me for my patience? How do you know I’m giving you any amount of patience? I’m left with no choice but to wait on your word. Even if I wanted to do something about it, I couldn’t. I’d have to deal with the fact that I am unable to deal with it. That makes me want to scream in madness!

BUT, it wouldn’t change the situation, would it? I’d still be left without any choice in the matter. So I guess, I am exercising my patience since I have no choice. Still, it makes me scream inwardly. What a troll move, to thank me for something I am not really giving you – but have no choice to give you because I can’t-do anything about it.

That’s what happens when someone gives the rules and you have to follow through. Sure you could make a fuss about it publicly. You can curse them out. File a complaint and be unforgiving, but what would that really prove?

I’ve realized lately, it does more harm to good to scream about something you can’t change. After it’s said it done, here is where you are and you got to keep pushing. Keep making moves. Those moves may be seen as reactionary to yourself but as long as you keep going, you won’t get too annoyed.

I don’t have a formula for you to compute to bypass being annoyed at things you can’t change. Especially, when you are thanked for doing something you didn’t actively choose. It’s the way of life. This year especially has been very direct when it comes to changes, almost not giving you enough time to process. The process of acceptance can take time, which is what leads me to the next point.

When things change without any direction such as accidents, there isn’t much you can do but deal with it responsibly. Give yourself time to breathe. Ponder the alternatives. Consider the different turns that come up when making a decision. Reach out if you need to. Remain calm.

Sometimes you gonna just lose your cool because pain hurts. A way to get better at dealing with annoyance is accepting your role in the plot. If everything is one big movie, you can expect the climax to arise. Here is your chance to turn the channel with the remote of your reaction.

“Take Back Control of Your Emotions”. Take Back? We risk our emotions being hijacked by the expectations that we have to do, what others want us to do. We risk being programmed to mute what we really want to do. Make no mistake about your freedom and your ability to own what comes to you. The more risks we are able to take the less afraid we are to what comes second.

Anger, Frustration, Fear, and Misunderstanding are normal emotions to shuffle with from time to time. They are always in the pocket of surprise. Yielding to these characteristics upon the first reaction to change is what puts us against the grain. When the sequence changes you got to bite into what that change will manifest. This is where we are now, so let’s make noise. Make noise in the direction to build a new solution.

Making known your voice is imperative. You have joined the party by the measure of your participation. You were invited to a change of spectrum. So you think you can dance? What about when the music stops? Can you hear the heartbeat in the silence? Is that your heart beating? You may be nervous – So dance to the beat and follow with the purpose of syncopation. Your feet must parade with a pronounced celebration. It’s your party now. You can change the channel. Spin your own tunes. Dance to the music.

For who goes and who stays in the music? The sound is played and the movement begins. Get in the zone. Go into a deep spell by being possessed by the strikes of the melody. This means you got to listen. If you are gonna go crazy. Let it because you have become a fool to the muse of music.

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn’t hear the music.” – Nietzche

And so it begins.

Spiral Confessions

The sky is my mansion where a pallet is transfixed. The more I look up, the more I see endless spirals turning into real life forms. I wonder what ideas can exist, from what’s above me and below me. All is possible with imagination and with the inspiration, you can create the very thing inside your mind. It’s very confrontational to see the very result of what is physical in your mind. It’s not about whether it’s possible – but about the process to enable it to come to life. The process depends on where you are in your life – a lot of things don’t make as much sense as they use to because I’ve evolved. The more I grow, the more I know. Knowledge is mutated and with this means a sharper awareness of my sensitivity to confession.

Confessions of mystery’s tail are hypnotized at length. While my eyes are turning into further oblivion, I’m counting the days ahead of me. What’s found in the eye of the spiral is confessed at the misunderstanding of destination. I’m caught in the influx of where I want to go, and what is meant to be redeemed in my previous promise.

The more I look, the more I change on what I’m really seeing. It’s like looking into the eyes of a spiral – it confuses your eyes and misleads what is seen next. The spirals are like optical illusions, I see more than one thing confessed. My admission is that I understand multiple directions. This only encourages my navigation because I have the freedom to entertain the depth and height.

Come again o’ gust of wind and blow me into distant lands. Return to me – far away places, where I’m found only by the deepest seas and highest mountains. I’m incapable of seeing all avenues left for me because I’ve already been covered in telescopes and magnifiers. I’m followed by infinite spirals and they seek to rearrange me. Fruits from the tree have fallen and in close proximity – one can distinguish the rotten pieces.

What’s dead was once alive only now spoiled by the passing evolution. Changes are recurring and patterns are emptying their significance. Time becomes a deeper illusion and I’m hypnotized by the spiral. I am spiraling out of awakening – the signal is gaining a hypnosis of sensibility. A sour taste lays upon my tongue when I realize the irreversible. Days like this are made up by silent discussions in my heart.

I’ve always been fascinated by spirals and their infinity. When I was young, I’d always draw a spiral with an eye in the middle. This would signify the random state of a hypnotic rhythm. Spirals symbolize what’s constantly confessing tricks of the eye. Spiral Confessions are the turns in my eyes that build on the invisible until manifested. Random ingredients are captured by mindless mixing to convey taste. Methods come and go but with the eye of the spiral, confessions are random and full with direction.

Pardon me while I take a ride to a land of wind and dust. This ride makes me nauseous because it swirls through infinite directions. I’m here and there and everywhere at the same time. Spiral Confessions are statements of mystery which are filled with twists and 360 directions.

Transcendent Intoxication

Ever had a bad day?

Feeling as if the day to day bread is just not enough? Maybe you should get intoxicated from what’s above. Far too often we allow the misery of the usual to burden why LIFE is the most important aspect of LIVING. It’s easy to get held up in the routine, but there is more to life than this! These days that are usually aloft from the activity of remembrance, is how life should be indulged.

If you have ever pondered what bread is and what life might mean. I encourage you to watch this video, and get encouraged! This is written for you, and if I can help somebody to come! I’ll feel my mission has summarized quite well!

Infallible Gestures – Travel To Nola

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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