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.

🤔🧐🤨

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

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.

ScRiBbLe dRriBbLe…

turn on the lights!
escaping my window frame is a horizontal gaze,
extending itself onto a perpendicular praise.
the numbers outweigh
the substance and sway.
tho ‘the dough’ is rolling on by cylinder finesse.
by wood crafting, but the ghost of sawdust is no mans fool.
this tool,
is blunt with dull edges, yet it does chop.
from bharal to
bunny hop –
distance merely invites a motion or silent still
both of which can move a mountainous hill
further above, beyond and predictably ahead….
inquiring neighbors lounge, the graveyard of the dead.
though, the sprinkler system alarms the yawn to spawn a reactive measure,
set adjacent to the milk, honey, & pleasure
it is by outdated refrain,
i have foreseen the capable and much needed dream.
by neon surprise, this sleep has counted my weary and western eyes – however, the food has expired where there are now fruit flies.
sweet and stingy cuz i’ve survived the reaction which reckons with pickup and sorted decay. awakening my languid latitudes by drifting with the longitudes which have left me fed as prey.
yes, my hostage is hostile and unkept
by stratified emotions in which Jesus Wept.

aLl Of My ScRiBbLeS???

dRriBbLe !!!!
through the language of many sounds.
echoes and whispers which arouse my ears with devotional candles and incense.
assuring a moving dissipation to condense.
i’m drawn with a holy supplication – errors now joined with practiced theory.
So what if : the marks of progress are torn by eternal struggle and engulfed dreary?
the ancestors have empowered me to soften my hands to their stone – the vow is kept and made home,
despite imperialist forces set to cast us alone.
the work continues to service my spirit ready for war. hands and feet, thickly covered with blood and tar. safeguarded by tactical drones and made stable by a dichotomized satellite
we shall soon gain our second sight !
bringing the masses closer to liberty and peace
the awakening bells provide a feast
wherein all fears and inhibitions can surcease !

R I G G E D CIRCLE

the dice? LOADED! the formula? CODED!

the GPS has been glitched – unable to be stitched cuz there’s no Urkel to solve the circle!

I guess you can say that STEVE wanted to LEAVE…

UrKeL WhO?!?!?!?

but could KNOT because the circle was programmed, all along – to be wrong.

the DonKEY spoke through numbers – now the Kong must prolong – the intended congregational song :

the cIrCle HAS BEEN rigged!

TRIGGED BY THE FINGER THAT FLICKED OFF THE NOTION TO HOLDING THE GUN!

now we all can’t help but repeat and run – around the circumference locked in a LOOP.

our basket balls must attempt to SHOOT – but it is necessary for them to lAnD!

otherwise – an alien and encrypted HaND may select the defense, bypassing the aim to fRaMe!

360 is the nAmE : of the rootless caricature, known as repetitive and outdated ReTuRnS!

Sickening all of the avenues, streets, and boulevards as our wheels run a fever featuring 4th degree bUrNs!

by – hook and crook the sir as it were – came but as to come – for again programmed, hEnCe – the circumference was no less DeNsE.

one can wash and lather but must also RiNsE
like a LOAD inside of the washing machine

it went over & over

& on and on

& again & again
as
when, wind wishes to suspend, but can only flow and ascend

it’s been told now and way back then : the system is all a RIG!

didn’t the shovel hear the message from the shoulder which jolted and screamed : DIG!

but like a zag – it must also ZIG!

so what is the recurring case of this circular FIG?

with no redeemable function and incongruously sunken loose ShApEs…

the vines that remain : produce neither streamline or fine wine, but those of spoiled gRaPeS???

LIQUID DIGITAL, BAR PHYSICAL

liquid digital, bar physical.

a pale fluorescent orb came by to administer a LIGHT i never knew i needed. through the compelling illumination of such awareness – darkness had no other choice but to strip itself naked. the foul head of contempt showed up only to be shot down. a resourceful sleep is yet on the way to play with the morning joy of yesterdays pain. i heard a voice through my digital screen screaming “COME THROUGH!!! FOR THE VISIBLE OBCENE HAS BEEN PLAYED BY THE QUEEN – THEY ONLY WANT MORE OF YOUR ATTENTION!”

am I ever capable of waking up to such meaning? said the confused one. he continued – “i only see through symbols and projected animations – the world is a farce. clouds come by to confuse the face of elephants and leprechauns. what you wish for me to see, is at battle with what appears to be the arrangement of individualized seas of possibility.”

how could one pressure belief on the infidel? they’re many systems of thought which allow variation of precepts. some of following include: a statement of organized religion/ spiritual practice. a constitutional set of principles. creative art expression. etc, etc. information goes hand in hand with experience and engaged interest.

what was once contained in large meaningful storage bins are now enclosed in a wide array of ziplock bags. “there’s a lid for every pan. there’s a sock for every rock. there’s a hat for every head.” if our lives are about solving the problems we encounter – we first must be in agreement with the reality of radical presentation. what are the fundamentals and how do we reason with such roots?!

the paradox for me lies in the great dilemma of ‘ch🌀i ce”. certainly the will to act / perform all seem guided by a pull or is it a push? complex neurological functions in the membrane make for cluttered pathways to resolve. furthermore, when one is made aware of the difficulty another person / group is experiencing, the illusi🌀n of -__ch🌀ice becomes even wider.

thoughts just be spilling in and out of my mouth. the witness to these thoughts are my ears and they are engineered by the mind. i often catch myself surprised at the flow of such scenarios. the ability to think for oneself and persevere beyond the imposed LiMaTioNs can indeed set one free.

LiMaTioNs like the previous systems which feature constitutions, principles, and expression. it’s important to remember that the thoughts which spill from your mind and then into your mouth do not always indicate whether you believe in those thoughts. you could be looking at something in a different manner if the arrangement of such language made sense. SO look out for secure housing otherwise the bed of such important things lie on the floor or unmarked tables.

THEY’RE STILL ZIPLOCK BAGS AND STORAGE BINS!

Which brings me to my next and final thought summarized in 24 letters:

L I Q U I D – D I G I T A L, B A R – P H Y S I C A L

L I Q U I D – flows without inhibition. it can jump corners. reside in cracked halls. seeps into the slithers of concrete and rock. slimy and slick. liquid ain’t gonna let you hold it for too long without saturating any and every surface.

B A R – solid enough to be held. can fall down without much lost to the composition. Direct enough to tackle any surface. progressive as it is traditional. but the more you squeeze it slips away…both digital and physical are different manifestations of the same process. if we rely too much on one we stand at risk of losing the other.

The bar of the physical runs down the liquid digital…

C00l S39t3mb3r

TAKE A LISTEN IF YOU CARE NOT READ – I ADDED A COUPLE OF EFFECTS FOR YOUR PLEASURE! ❤

C00l S39t3mb3r – the time where Earth, Wind, And Fire asked us to

R E M E M B E R

so much to say – but not to the dismay, of time and formulated ritual. going back into the silence that puts a pause on the constant stroll. how often do we travel on the uptown scroll of our digital devices? endlessly taking in colors and shapes at a level too harsh to sign into our memory banks. sticky notes are all around – reminding us there’s work to do and better yet sleep to look forward to!

tis’ a pity, the master wind has returned – hoodie wear, is requested at the expense of sudden cold swifts to the head. herein this cold chill, reminds us to keep warm when outdoors. fire burns and flames return, when wrapped around with proper braided thread. bless-ed be: to the sudden change of weather. for in it, there’s a new calling. a received dial that beckons us to act accordingly.

every 9 and then – we need to be reminded of where we are, before our minds leave at the notion.

“the changing form of all my certainties – here is not where it use to be.”

– Sananda Maitreya

consciousness is feeding off of every present, past and future correlation.

do not be misled by the equation that suggests, that you didn’t know before. remembering history is more imperative than we realize. we can believe the witnesses of evidence. an equation where both the canceled and called can congregate in unison.

all of us in this scheme of life, are only partially aware of the colors that are being displayed. not fully belonging to anything. that is to say, we are always whole. belonging to isolated fragmentations, which make up a whole. (sometimes the sum is greater than the parts)

there is a lot on the menu, but we tend to order what works the best. faded photographs. messages with a context as alien as the dream forgotten. i suppose we can mute the feelings of inactivity, but space still lingers where silence tingles. (something’s can’t be blocked, only kept stable like the command: HOLD YOUR HORSES!

9 is the time..cuz

The alien and the commoner – can merge together and form a reality that is not yet distant or close. without a key – how can you enter in? to hack is to spy – what is yours or what is mine? it would be liken; to a delivery of syncopated beats and syrupy slippery clicks which get stuck in your head. mainly cuz the chorus is sticky but still icky.

when the light and darkness meet, who do you believe will win out? darkness hides in the shadows, they say. the darkness creeps like a lurking peep but without the tom. foolery will begin to match the forgotten rhyme.

C00l S39t3mb3r means, eliminating the shortcut to extra rage and clutter via our digital devices. we still have the tools to form a world, which goes beyond, reactive and projected social interaction. (this exchange often camouflages an avoidance, of what is really there.)

our phones have summoned like an extra joint to our bodies – as to make contact with the various social festivals of our feeds and dm’s. it is possible to detach – at least from the convenience of mobile shortcuts. We can all set the rhyme of law!

& so it is c00l 9 & 3 is here which means this month (& going forward N2020) I’m taking a break from the shortcuts to social media. (Deleted Twitter, Instagram, FB, etc – from my phone (for the time being) – and logged out from other Devices) I’ve also called this ‘pink hibernation’ and it has already improved my outlet of input and output.

The troubles of life take a larger seat in our consciousness because they make the most profit. However we can be c00l – when we remember 9 is the rhyme no longer forgotten –

Earth, Wind and Fire asked – do you …

R E M E M B E R ?

BUTTONS CONNECT!

i’ve said it before and many have seen it before – but BUTTONS CONNECT! the future may be wireless but buttons are right now. buttons, wires, cords, switches, are all physical knobs we could use right now. my curriculum as of late has been stitching, sewing, and cutting various threads.

WHAT IS BUTTONS CONNECT?

well think about it. buttons do connect. if an articel of clothing is divided by space – it’s secured safely by connecting the button. it’s a simple mechanism that has changed the game in terms of functionality and aesthetic appeal.

color on white

planet buttons

a door and circle

I formed the idea behind ‘buttons connect‘ as I realized the therapeutic value it created for me. I saw a story behind the button instead of just seeing it as an accessory. buttons are probably the easiest way to add color to an outfit without being too flashy or extravagant. there’s a story behind everything and buttons happen to be about the most reasonable of all functions – CONNECTION.

buttons are so common that you probably don’t know anyone who has NOT worn any article of clothing without them. they are THAT functional and plentiful. the button would be nothing however without the thread which holds it down. this string provides enough girth and strength to keep the button fastened to the surface.

: looking like here is not where it use to be

in the same manner, the thread is nothing without a medium – this is where the needle makes its introduction. the thread is then carefully inserted into the needle hole and then fastened at the end, which creates a knot. these things must come together, this is likened to a seed. there is a need for fertile ground, an energy source, and then water to flourish a flower. in order for a button to connect:

you need only a button, thread, and a fertile (stable) surface in order for the needle to go through to stabilize the connection.

buttons connect is a movement where I am bridging the gap between use and misuse. remixing by adding and subtracting. changing. this is a new movement where there’s an emerging statement. my feet are arrows because it aligns with the idea of me going all over the place. the green arrows keep going and flowing!

buttons connect attempts to listen to what our hearts say and channeling that information into our creations so that we connect with one another and free ourselves from the mental baggage that we have been laced with since birth. buttons connect is connecting those encoded symbols in a way that frees our minds and hearts from the illusion of the false fabric of reality so that we can begin to sew and weave our own realities in a way that connects each of us with one another in creative ways.

you can start with something simple – then transform it and recycle it from what it was into something that you want it to be. turn less expensive things into fashion statements and weave them into your new fabric of reality. buttons are a great symbol of taking something which we all have access to, and recycling it into something new based on the moment and occasion.

(rift your thrift!)

this is all creating more instead of consuming! we have to connect and work with one another to build new patterns into the framework of reality after untying and unravelling the influences of the previous world of illusions which is keeps us tied down into a system (stares in capitalism) that has never been in our best interest. here is to reconnecting to our hearts to become our own weavers of our own realities!

connect with me by sharing the ways you’ve seen parallels between what is spoken and what is not. the thread is not as alien as it may look. it’s a small world but a larger one when you can remove the veil and understand what was there all along.

Th3 R3sounding 3

What is it about the number 3 – that finds itself in a charm box? Could it be that 3 is ‘lucky’? Or at least special because of the magic associated with it? “3 is the magic number, oh yes it is!” There’s a lot of reasons to believe that or to draw out connections that correspond with that idea but math has a way of spinning truth or illusion depending on which set of rules you’re using.

The number 3 will have a different association come next year but as it stands now – a flashback of experiences rush through me like lightning. Rarely do we keep up and remember all of the ways we are invested in the activity of daily living. Going to parties. Drinking with friends. Sharing a smoke with the homie. Eating a great meal with loved ones. All of this can happen at any time and become a practice of natural circumstance. If you don’t write down the way these connections are formed you can easily forget them unless they are stored properly. *At least for me, I write it down and forget about it until the occasional reading again.*

Life keeps on going and art helps us remember some of the details we have missed. 2015 was an incredible year for me and while I try not to always look back, sometimes I find myself staring at the things of the past. That year, in particular, had me hooked on purple high – which transformed so many of my experiences.

The purple vortex is so large it has a tendency to color all 2015 with a wide toothbrush as if that’s all that ever happened that year. Obviously, a lot of other things happened, but if you ask the red and blue from Minnesota – all the colors besides purple were all joined together to make a white space. (In other words, it didn’t exist as much as purple) 2015 was also the year I found out, I had to make the difference in where I wanted to go. I was no longer a passenger in someone’s car – I was the chauffeur of all my dreams.

Looking back like Lot’s wife means turning into a pillar of stone. Our memories and reactions to them are forever emblazed in statues. They live on. History is doomed to repeat itself under a new set of circumstances. It doesn’t matter what decision you make today, tomorrow may scoff at it or adjust it like a painting that’s hanging crooked on the wall.

We can’t help to correct or even re-imagine some of the actions of the past. I had a burning need to convey whatever was hot on my heart. Sometimes I succeeded at the vision while other times I just planted a seed that would mature within time. The time has come – after three years, reflection begins to take over. You look back and see those seeds and think of new ways you can remix or remaster.

Creating as a hobby is not the same as creating professionally but the focus of the creator is the same – to create and manifest. Someone may get it while others may get it only to a certain point. The begging question is – Will I be doing this even if money was not involved? Magic never hides its tricks but it may disguise itself in unfamiliar colors.

So what is it about some time periods that stick out to the creator? Maybe the details were not fully crafted or maybe – the fact that something done 3 years ago is enough to excite one to build on it currently. I should point out that 3 to me is a charm. There’s a flow of consciousness that is found in any number. Adding or subtracting can connect to any relevance one believes seriously enough to accept.

Anything can be a message or a window to a fresh perspective. What resounds me about 3 is how much we’ve convinced ourselves of its purpose in our lives.

“1 and 1 and 1 is 3 – got to be a joker, he just do what he please!”

“There is me and then there’s 3 – a trinity of Spirit, Soul, and Mind. Shell. Yoke. White. Past. Present. Future.

Gradual (Not Immediate) Approximately

Are you aware of the ‘Trans-Theoretical Model’? (TTM)

It comes in 5 Stages:

(1) Pre-contemplation – When one is unaware that change is necessary.

(2) Contemplation – When one recognizes the problem but not fully committed to changing it.

(3) Preparation – When one decides a change is necessary – When one Makes an effort.

(4) Action – When one puts into motion the action to deal with the problem.

(5) Maintenance – Goes hand in hand with action – Also where urges arise to encourage a relapse into the same behaviors.

We don’t always take into account how long It takes to changing behavioral patterns. As most things in life teach us – it ain’t that simple and the complications should be honored. These steps provide a layout that reminds us of the pieces that form the full picture of recovery. Even when you’re on the last step – it’s important to keep track of progress.

It’s easy and expected to get lost on your road to recovery and it’s very plausible that you may relapse. We aren’t always understanding of this struggle but exercising empathy is one of the best traits we can use for one another. This doesn’t mean we excuse toxic behavior in favor or someone’s journey – but again to exercise empathy is a great reward.

At best we are only approximating solutions. We’re all looking through the glass dimly through scuffs and bruises. Which is close enough, TBh. We are gradually getting to where we need to be. If history serves us correctly, it takes time and failure.

Trial and error.

We can learn an awful lot if we use what’s around us to our advantage. There is a lot which is beyond our reach but so many things close to our distance. It’s better if we deal with what’s in front of us rather than overlook what’s just around the corner.

Which leads me to my next point.

When was the last time you thought about the importance of reading?

NEWS FLASH: Most folks – don’t read.

Headlines are not articles. Articles aren’t always volumes but if properly condensed you can pack a lot of information in a few paragraphs. You don’t have to travel to discover more about the people around you. Reading is fundamental and while this is clear – it’s often forgotten about. Books are becoming less and less interested in mass consumption.

The link between bad behaviors and reading inevitably cross in light of new information.

It suddenly dawned me on just how a vast many of us are indeed ‘programmed’. When I say suddenly – I don’t mean out of nowhere. It didn’t reveal itself from the blanket of nothingness. Rather – upon careful observation of our various climates and conditions. We (Humans) are a special breed of Living energies and the way we cope knowledge and information have never been easier at the dawn of this internet age.

^^ I saw this and laughed myself into a deeply thoughtful analysis which is the basis of this blog post.

How many of us are really informed because of the tools made available to us for FREE on the Internet? Water is life and So is The Internet and I’ve already talked about this before – so I won’t go too far on that.

When I think of being ‘programmed’ it’s not by some pseudo prophetic cyber chip implanted in our fingers and hands. It’s more indirect. We have far better access than we’ve ever had in history. Regardless of this, many of us are ignorant of those around us. We simply don’t know because we’re plugged into the system of paying bills and finding out what’s next to eat. This pattern of daily living can get ruthless and if you’re not stimulating your brain by renewing perspectives – like a languid body sitting constantly, you become stuck.

We may not be DEEP or Intellectual enough to break it down from the micro and macro but with the connection of knowledge, we can stay informed. Don’t know? Get up and exercise your right to ask.

This is just a friendly reminder that you don’t have to be all the way there. You can approximate your way to the answer.

Statistical Torture

“If you torture data enough, it will confess to anything you like.”

– Ronald Coase

It’s too hot. It’s too cold. The world is beautiful. The world is ugly.

All of these statements can simultaneously be true. They don’t have to cancel each other out.

Let’s say a man said something sexist. (Which happens a lot, unfortunately) In response to this sexist comment – a white woman said something racist to counter what he said. This doesn’t cancel out each statement being problematic. We tend to fight over what’s worst when all the apples can be spoiled. What’s the point in picking a side when every side has an element that can be proved and corrected?

“We are like the animals on Noah’s Ark arguing about whose shit stinks more, with the boat being the only thing keeping us from certain extinction. If it floats, it is mine as good as yours. “

– Sanada Maitreya

Whenever you look at stats and follow them – it’s easy to torture the hell out of them as Ronald eloquently put it.

Picking sides. Being one tracked minded. All of these definitions to define where we stand can be very isolating. It’s best, to be careful so that we’re not completely self-absorbed in our own evaluations in how we see the world. Have you ever found yourself pushing the limits just to see if it’ll break?

It starts with knowing there’s a limit and yet still seeing how far you can go. Adrenaline is the main reason for this nonsensical pushing and pulling. It’s thrilling and surprises come very rarely but the mere chance is enough to keep one going. Humans often get a kick out of torturing what is in front of them. Limit pushing. I know I’m not the only one who’s seen people doing dumb shit for the sake of it. Most seem to do it for attention while others seem to do it just to bend the statistics.

As a child, it was always my goal to make it to the Guinness World Records. I wanted to break a record! I figured, their so many records to choose from, I felt this would be an easy feat. Maybe I’d hop on a pogo stick for hours at a time (I was pretty good at it) Notwithstanding the many numbers of people trying to do the same thing and the amount of determination needed to make this happen, safe to say my desire quickly dwindled. I looked at the numbers and felt crushed by the likelihood and probability.

How probable is it that we’ll get our shit together before looking for revenge? When someone crosses us are we looking for justice just the same?

We ought to be careful how we look at data otherwise we’d arrive at various conclusions. We’re already at the age of a sort of ‘post-truth’ but the numbers stay the same if we know what we’re looking at.

So next time someone wants to read to you a stat about XYZ – remember anything can be tortured. Including numbers, ain’t that surprising tho is it? 😀

The Qualified Sum

If you’re gonna play: Rock, Paper, Scissors with me – look directly into my eyes. Only look down when it’s time to decide who won. You’re cheating if you look at the hands the whole time, Don’t debate me – on this! 😀

Games like Rock, Paper, Scissors and Tic Tac Toe (X’s and O’s) are based on specific patterns. If you learn them, you’ll be able to win depending on if your opponent makes a mistake. Worst case scenario is that there would be a tie with no winners or losers. Yay!

I find games like this fun because with enough repetition – your subconscious catches on to how the player makes their move. We don’t always win at this but if you aren’t aware of the algorithm – you’ll find yourself losing more and more. This doesn’t always favor your ego, especially if you’re used to winning.

Some of us are so bitter when it comes to failing we revise history to our advantage. *coughs – white people* It makes absolutely no sense to do this. It just makes you a sore loser. White Supremacists, Neo-Nazis, and Confederate loving Americans are PRIME at doing this. They don’t wanna look at history for what it is but rather what they want to make out of it.

Times like now are interesting because they force us to examine the ways we cheat at excusing our behavior. We’re afraid of owning up to some of our own biases if they mean proving us wrong.

Ever caught yourself in a: “NOT ALL OF US” KIND OF MOMENT?

It should be painfully obvious that ‘NOT ALL ‘ is dumped in when talking about a group of people. I’ve been seeing a lot of statements like #MenAreTrash – previously, I would get on the defense whenever I’d hear a generality like that because ‘HEY NOT ALL MEN ARE TRASH’.

Now, I knew I had trash ways as a man and I didn’t want to look at them because ‘We all fall short’ but this isn’t the way to go about it. If you don’t fit in the scenario than keep it moving.

Some are qualified in the variables made – if you don’t fit the shoe, don’t even try to wear it. Our egos can be big and to check ourselves is the easiest thing we can do if our feelings start running amuck.

In short: We qualify which moves we make on the board. The best we can aim for is to even out. We don’t gotta get mad if it ain’t about us. One of the best things I learned from my grandmother is “Everything ain’t about you and trust me – that’s a good thing!.”

33X7

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.

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.

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!

The Magician & The Ruler

So much of what is happening now – looked completely different than it did last year.

Different variables were at play. I was feeling a magnitude of emotion as I was rushed with the feeling of surprise. I didn’t know what awaited me but I had something to look forward to. There was a taste on my tongue of a delicacy that was promised to me next door. The kingdom of sound was building higher with each crescendo and I felt invited to partake of the music.

Listening to the sound and being able to translate the emotion of what you just heard is what brings connection. No one questions connection – because the answer is found in the electric response. The blessing that comes with the feeling and hearing is what solves an indisputable quest. Have you ever been covered with a sensation that felt unique to any experience you encountered?

When people feel the soul they don’t ever deny the spirit that is joined with the bumps on their flesh. No one can deny the moment you woke up from the dream. The feeling of motivation turns into a desire to unlock what you saw. Symbols take a new life on their own. Numbers make more sense when they are imagined to be what you subtracted and added them to.

Every passing day is a memory into something soon to be refreshed upon contact of recurring patterns. There’s still a lot of work to do about what has been left behind. The march continues to go on for freedom. Saying NO to the voices deemed to oppress will revolutionize the conditions set to put back the forward mind. The voice to stand up still swims in the belly of our ability to make a change.

Open yourself to be ready to what’s ahead of you. There’s a lot gonna change and have already changed and now you are on the path to catch up. You should be awake when you hear the sound of the alarm. Buy into the buzz and taste the delight and pound of your reward.

The stars are found in your black holes. Far away breathing into the sound that’s pronounceable even when you wake up from your dREaM. Life is breathing. Life is happening. Bearing witness to the sound that must awaken a grace to get back. The circles are to press a rotational gaze. A break off in the ocean. Count the victory ahead.

Get back on course and stay in your damn lane! I’m gonna blow the horn and make sure you hear me. If you are on this road, you must yield at some in time. Can’t leave us hanging when we are already on the move!

Stay clean. You’re wearing all white fabric. Details will let you know how careless this white can be. IF other colors make themselves known on your white clothes, you cuffed against sin.

Wearing white clothing- will call the attention of color. Unless you are sure to not act before paying attention to the color. You can keep what you are doing without paying regard to any stains. Maybe they aren’t stains but only rulers to help you further comprehend color.

*STORYTIME*

The story of the magician and the ruler. The ruler wanted to spread angles, and define measurement. The magician wanted to bend reality and confuse your attention pattern. They both wanted to do different things but end up doing the same thing once they worked together.

Take every moment to learn from the experiences life gives you. It’s the act of being engaged in the stimulation of life which brings a graceful rendering. Break free from these chains and stay fearless. Show how fierce you are by actually doing what you write. Practicing what you preach. Showing with your mind and hands that you are willing to do the work.

You ain’t just saying it – you calling to it out by the life you are living. Staying true to myself is the best way to show I’m listening. I can’t be caged or boxed by the drama to be less than what I already am. Life is meant to grapple the challenges in life that seemed too scary to face. We don’t have to lose ourselves just for the sake of saving what we want to control. Work out, folks! Get to the fitness that is to come!

Calculators Come Free!

Don’t know the answer?

Calculators Come Free!

Complex question?

Calculators Come Free!

Simple question but just need a bit of assurance?

Calculators Come Free!

Math is like a combination lock. You gonna need a sequence. A set of numbers which rhymes with each other to grant access. A Calculator is a tool to get to the destination faster. Some questions take time. No real solution can be achieved by simple tactics. A bicycle can get you there fast if you around the corner rather than across the country.

file-oct-28-9-39-58-pm — Designed J by Marina 🙂

I am the cartoon sequel. Place the charges on my visualization. Now imagine this – the uniform and deranged all at once. Using the same characters to organize and to scatter. Everything matters. The purpose is driven home by the memory and the recall. Tilt a few of your orbs to the right and then to the left. Confuse them. Make sense, only when you’ve arrived at the destination. Then everyone will be like: “that damn jester – he was telling us all along, he’s just way too vague. His explanations are way too obtuse…. ” It’s simply math, though, and calculators come free!

Battle of The Eye

What I want is often at a crossroads with what my eyes see. I’ve been at a battle with the Eye. My eyes continually hold on to what can be and what is. In The Light – A thief can hide all; save his eyes. Melting away at what he wants // all he sees is desire. So his eyes are like ice. The situation of his desire begins to liquify.

In my mind, however, the parables don’t seem to really inspire a deeper truth. For every passing day, a story is told. Stories that are meant to be recorded and remembered for lessons in life.

Truth be told, I am stubborn. I’m pressed hard on being free and steadily gliding from a higher sense of myself. I’m incapable of being locked in because I am inclined to always find tunnels and loopholes.

If you give me a box, I’ll see a paradox. A rhyme that will guarantee a key. The question and demand are in my incentive. My eyes see with quest and affirmative navigation.

I find it easy to escape because I truly believe all of the answers are from within. Nothing hides or can disguise itself from me. From what’s clear to what’s not – I’d be a fool to not look again.

The amount of activity that’s happened in the last couple of months still astonishes me. I’m not always ready to face the reality of these transitions.

Dry spells engulf through the mirage. A desert filled with clowns and imaginary friends. The clouds above me are changing like the phases of the moon. The distant stare covers me into a deep oblivion. True to character // a trust is afforded to familiar betrayal. Constantly being neglected in the eyes of a spiteful gaze.

No true trophy is kept – the only award is unanswered questions. The war has been renewed by lack of compromise. Nothing exists besides me. Vessels are emptied and the fullness of meaning has been exchanged for promised attempts.

Sometimes life keeps us in a toss up of action. I don’t want to move at all. Then I want to run like fire and never turn back. The rain has compelled me to grow.

Whenever I look back, I’m not always sure if I was really listening or if I was just moving along with the beat? Whenever the heat turns up to high it paralyzes my thinking abilities.

When it’s hot – nothing matters but to replenish the waters lost by sweat.

The replenishment comes from understanding the exclamation and quest. My nose and mouth are formed by endless directions of inhalation and consumption. I’m steadily going because I’m constantly having to fight for my life. I’m having to really make decisions that affect what happens next.

Whatever happens is what I’ll have to go with. My heart is promising me – that if I stay faithful to it, I won’t be locked in or caged. Even if I’m placed in a box – I’ll have the key to which no way I’ll be locked in.

Quest & Demand to which I say // See Me again.

Can You Spell A Symbol?

The invisible framework of our lives is encoded in symbols.

Everywhere we look, they’re encoded in our everyday lives.

We can be carried away into sound and that leaves us with a considerable amount of rhythm.

Symbols are the mathematics of long words and explanations.

We see them and are already familiar with the pattern and feeling.

Looking into the eyes of a SOUL means moving with rhythm to SOUND.

Wizard With Mathematical Spells

&WizardIAmWithMathematicalPoetry – I’m Climbing into, mysteries mind.

Challenging the note from the sound that is plural.

Understanding with gestures of visualization – imagination pantomimes the landscape of Reality.

By reality’s gaze – we can truly live outside of time.

Knowing time is a construct grasped by schedule and coordination.

The balance of light and the organization of algorithm assures the play between time and freedom.

You are free to go, even if you feel caged by the opportunity.

Welcome, the language of your inheritance.

They are speaking to you freely in many directions.

You may covet dreams, in spite of the power that is welcomed when you wake up.

The feeling of visiting the supernatural, the expansion of your perceptions.

dREAms teach that IT IS TRUE – higher realms exist and are an expansion of your present self.

You can strike with magic and literacy.

Explaining by the extension of your spell.

PSYCHEDELIC SENSATION

Recently, colors have reintroduced themselves back to me and the results have been a psychedelic sensation. Sensation, like a conversation, allows navigation to be understood and recognized. Imagine a Rubik’s Cube – by removing all of the colors, you’re essentially moving without any intention. You’re just aimlessly twisting a cube with no true recognition of arrangement. Color helps lead the way in finding the answer. Colors are like Thick Triggers which enforces a statue of emotion.

The Thrill of color has expanded a Kaleidoscopic Vortex within me. A lot of lectures are coming through. Amazing how the manifestation of Fall can make one appreciate the deeper hues in retrospect. I’m collectively engaged in sensation.

Miraculous!

Breaking free from this dimension is being visited by statues in our dreams.

Statues carved with red lettering, something that stands out and begs for recognition.

It’s becoming abundantly clear we are engaged in this spirit realm by our opening hearts.

It’s really just about allowing ourselves to see how everything is connected.

Nothing is separated. Realizing our universal link enables us to become more and more fearless.

The lettering captivates with such righteous thrill. Seeing all of these connections, and breathing the ways in which they link, fascinates the playful mind. I find myself constantly searching for the depth of a language to build a better understanding. I am beginning to see things as they are. And it’s fun because there is so much curiosity in the way things work.

I’ve been immersed in the miracle of how things are joined. Just simply seeing, how the universe is seen by specific mathematical coding. WHILE ALSO, along working with it, is the random and chaotic aspect. SO here we have two opposites of each other, working together and somehow creating a fluent language. It’s a war, and the conditions are extreme – but are never to the detriment. The relationship is a paradoxical one, due to the nature of its dichotomy. Look at it as a story or film, with a pivoting twist. A rushing Thriller! The contradiction at the beginning ends up affirming the stress.

It’s a lot going on right now! That’s what I’m just coming to terms with. I’m enjoying it, though! Especially since very important lessons are showing up and they are motivating me to take action. I have all of these doors openings, and I am just moving along with it. While in the process, it feels like this writing method here and making videos are ways of me sharing my lessons learned.

I swear I’m just sharing lessons from the classroom of life. There is no cheating involved, we all got the same answers just different questions. The homework ain’t so bad either. I always manage to do homework intentionally or unintentionally. 😀

In A Matrix Dress

She’s personified in a matrix dress.

I think I’m starting to understand why The Red & Blue Pill was so crucial.

This rabbit hole is eternally determined by the merging of red and blue.

A deeper purple, a color which has inquired both equal red and blue.

I’m drawn to this natural light and all of the powers that come with the edge.

Her everlasting sunbeams motivate me to taste her core.

I’m starting to feel like I’m getting into her deeper tunnel – I want her light to manifest like the brightest star.

It’ll be fatal to stare into her eyes for too long.

She can blind me with the strength of her illumination.

It’s worth the loss of eyesight, for what can I truly see without her?

Her hair is her compass, and her eyes are her wheels.

She knows exactly where she is going, and I’ll follow her all the way.

The remix of illusion is mystery dressed in mathematics.

Unending Math

Like a fire is known by the passion of yesterday – our galaxy is made of mysterious makeup and powerful energy!

Magnificent feelings which take us to the sky and then to the unending line which goes on forever.

If you could understand the angles on which I am met – you would see why this corner is so hard to be in.

Hard like Arabian Math – with a great thrust to intersect.

I’m giving you a lampshade crown as I am weeping on your knee.

Weeping because all I see is the lamentation of a world without you.

I am happy to know you’re here in my route.

So take those pregnant pauses and when you are ready to deliver.

I’ll be there to carefully caress your body language!

You swallow whole the engulfing mystery of the night.

Rivers and streams within you.

I just want to play by the awakening of your waters.

You keep my eyes focused, but my heart yearning for more!

Numerical Distance

I’m inhaling the score, as it progressively counts backward in my mind!

I am ready to write them down, on the table of conscious unwind!

I met you, through a dream, that counted backward to me.

AND when I woke up. I heard your name!

Marry Me! Marry – my justifiable number, and follow my calculations.

Don’t you know I seek to make your voice the story of ancient history?

You only need to beckon my desire and the twin of my passion will give you the key to the alley.

You won’t ever walk alone; my dreams are never distant from your fingers as you wipe your eyes.

I’ll remain like a private affair that an odor has with a broken past.

We can make this last because as high as you are above me.

I am truly freestanding under you as your glow rests on my frame.

We only now seem to remain as distant as it feels.

our monastic order is abolished as we follow the path of our union!

This concept of now frustrates the will to wait, and to prolong.

Obviously, measures and calculations are of mathematical dictation, I know

BUT, Do you realize your numbers?

I remember writing this back only a couple of months ago, I had no idea what it meant. But through conversation with one of my closest friends, we discussed other topics, and this poem made sense. In this particular situation, it made a lot of sense! I think that is one of the most brilliant aspects of writing, you may not know what it is at the time, but through the process of time; understanding is gained. This piece is about committing to someone who beckons at your desire. So in the screams of realization, you promise what and where you would be to this person. You will follow the numbers, no matter the distance!

Y-ME/X (#Graph#)

When the act becomes pathological – it is then easier to carry out falsehood.

Concern begins to diminish and what was once an act of sorrow and remorse is now happiness and comfort.

There is no longer a lingering of turbulence, in fact, my character is unapologetic.

I once reflected like time indefinite.

I tried to catch the glass tiles; before they fell.

Without a smile, I asked if you can turn on the stereo.

I wanted to play this old song, about love.

At one time, I thought it was OK for us to communicate, but we simply have no identification with each other anymore.

It’s no longer that ‘Awkward’ silences which truly make it uncomfortable, rather the remembrance of our structure.

We simply forgot to water the plants that day and now the weeds have choked up the smallest hint of life which existed.

Allowing my alter-ego to take over only seemed justified when you no longer bore my true nature.

I couldn’t be true ‘REAL’ with you because there were too many questions.

No, we didn’t have to agree on everything, but we should not have to fight around the details of something.

The noise of my mask reiterates the gloom and ugly, you desperately ignored in our broken relationship.

Did I forget to tell you my name? My name is Y-Me – it is a name that carefully defines the function behind our pantomimed motives.

Why me?

Because you never liked being responsible for your actions.

You rather me but instead the motive behind me, crouches at your door!

You will have to face it, in the final judgment.

But until then, I leave you a graph, I’ll leave it to you, to measure the axis and right angles.

Perhaps, you’ll define the variables in relation to your ‘X’.

I remember writing this almost a year ago, on the cracks of my relationship with X, and it came back to me, because of a similar manifestation I had recently. A lot of these words could be taken as a bit bitter, but I truly believe the graph will be marked. The house is dissolved, and the skeletons are given a new name!

Mathematical Designs Of Detail

“A person without self-control is like a city with broken-down walls.” – Proverbs 25:28

It’s really important to listen and measure what is said due to the intention behind what is being said. This is easy to understand when love and respect are given to two people who are aware of the affairs of their intentions. I sometimes RAISE my voice when I feel I have been misunderstood or disrespected, and this should never be the case. I remember speaking on the mediation of silence, how it functions in the productive heart. I will begin to meditate on silence and the understanding of grace by feeding on levels of respect. The variations of what is known in the world, are as colorful as the cultures of the world. We won’t get anywhere screaming and not taking into account the taste we have when something lands on your tongue.

Looking into the backward actions which set forth the steps of the present display a crooked path. I can look back at some of my mistakes due to the state of mind I had and literally surprise myself at the levels I stood on. I look back and can really say: ” I’m not where I want to be, but thank God, I am not where I use to be”. I’ve learned to live my life with no regrets, but I have also learned that the derived actions of neglect came due to a misunderstanding. I have remarked to myself the conversations of some of these things; to be united with the wisdom of now.

In the brilliant spaces of conversation; the fullness of visions and dreams can possibly trap themselves in the nest of wonder. The webs of detail are arranged in a mathematical molding. The icons of the mediums of television have warmed itself on the willing minds that have watched. The whole delivery of ambition is given the power of the visual which has taken over the world, that has become terrifying for me.

I have become a friend of the working class and now am going to make money. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT??? Money is only a promissory note of a private corporation. It is not backed by anything of value. The entire economy is based around the juggling of ‘I O U’ notes; which only exists because we have allowed a private corporation, to take over the money supply, which has allowed the national debt to exist! AND this is a debt that can never be repaid; at this point. So we are using notes that won’t pay for the national debt to owe other personal bills own to us. BUT HEY – SO be it, There is nothing new under the sun!

I am glad to have this peace and transcendence as it blesses and encourages me in times of neglect. The words of cursing have vanished as blessings.

Summarized Notion For Thought: The gospel is NOT good news at all; ‘IF’ it is potentially based. Once again, the good news is hardly good, when everything lives and speaks the language of ‘IF’. The truth is Truth regardless IF you believe it. Truth by definition excludes.Regardless of your position on the effect, the cause bears true due to its nature.

Orchestrated Intentions

Life has a funny way of demonstrating its intentions. The one behind the veil really is the one who orchestrates the story.

I’ve realized the reason to ponder mentions of sovereignty. When one reins the innermost areas of your mind; their scent is what causes a passion for their setting. Avoiding the palace of present stories establishes the realities of desires which may embrace your heart. No one quite understands the full complexity of love as it flows through the medium of simple conversation. When one talks to a persuasion which causes them to question love or the very form of it, they are contaminated with mystery and desire. In the brilliance of silence, one manages to rest in the thought of what causes action. I’ve begun to cling to a surreal identity that has a name and a memory. Traveling into the timeless palaces, bring forth a feeling of an enterprise.

I remember when I said this 6/22/10:”I feel very honored to realize what beauty is to me. It’s more than just a wow factor. More than an inclination of passion, beauty has performed before the eyes of mystery, only to reveal its revelation! It’s paradise found! There is a city I travel to every day and moment of the very second! I will call it the city of X/ X-Factor for now. In this city, the measure of the equation already gives definition to reality. I can expound on it all day! I’m very much honored to have this now! I owe it all to the X Factor!”

The ‘X’ factor can often be a variable which suggests mystery but when one discovers the formula, the equation is not even bothersome. It is in this confession of intention, where I belong under the order of orchestration. When one thinks about the mindless cycles of talented tendencies; they begin to look forward to the sounds of joy and pain. In this effect, giving birth remains and shadows a supernatural experience.

Looking into the rainbows of the sky one can see color has carried on the bedspread of the clouds. The ultra-violet lights of the sun have made visible bright expectations. It’s a scenario where the stars, moon, and sun belong to me. In the nucleus of my own galaxies, I have already become distant to earthly forces. I will make known an invisible promise to my own self. Silence brings sleeping memories and encourages informative desires. What is now will always be; for I have learned the motion of company. I feel pretty close to my will now, and my representation of meaning means realistic.

Summarized Notion Of Thought: The symphonies of deliberate innuendos gives the music a melody that is hidden in the rhythmic harmony. Think about it like this; the deeper our understanding for the degrees of light makes us apprehensive to look into the eyes of the light. I know now, our capacities to arise on the landscape of what is real depends on our focus.

Numbers 20/20

Numbers? What are they really? Time and space tend to manipulate the position we stand. I’m 20 on the 20th, and somehow the ‘Growing Factor’ is supposed to mean something to us the more we age.

We all have obtained a sense of growth the longer numbers become higher and higher. I’m celebrating a day that is parallel to my age. 20/20…It’s very hard to comprehend how the measurement of definitive proportions has passed by me so vastly.

I have been gifted with instruments that will play with me for the rest of my life, but I am playing the sound that accelerates my movement. The fashion of clothing has become designed especially for me!

I can remember the time when I visited a place that provoked the intense emotions in my mind. When last year the smile on my face spoke of profound inner peace. I miss that place, it’s a more realistic palace of natural ambition. I am no longer hiding or running from the premise that surprises and haunts me!

I’m going to see 20/20 with the visions and places within my mind in life. My awakening has begun at the center of my consciousness. What becomes void, will begin an alchemy in the association to the existence of something.

Our names are not numbers, the association and record according to the number may be ‘X’ but the maturity is what brings that association.

WITH THAT BEING SAID…

This marks an expired count of age – I feel welcomed to endless dimensions!

SO Today, I had some really good fun with friends, gifts, and surprises!

No one HARDLY showed up because of transportation issues and what not BUT my sister came through like a trooper! Thank you Javine! We had dinner at ‘On The Boarders’ WHICH wasn’t that pleasant!

The food really haunted my stomach, but the conversation went well. We then went to see ‘The Avengers’ /which is another blog in itself. Let’s just say; It avenged my expectation in a good way!

Summarized Notion Of The Thought: When the hesitation of apprehension becomes a question, the answer is in the dark. The sun will rise in the morning light, and this will begin an endless space.

aLl Of My ScRiBbLeS???

the dice? LOADED! the formula? CODED!

the GPS has been glitched – unable to be stitched cuz there’s no Urkel to solve the circle!

I guess you can say that STEVE wanted to LEAVE…

but could KNOT because the circle was programmed, all along – to be wrong.

the DonKEY spoke through numbers – now the Kong must prolong – the intended congregational song :

the cIrCle HAS BEEN rigged!

TRIGGED BY THE FINGER THAT FLICKED OFF THE NOTION TO HOLDING THE GUN!

now we all can’t help but repeat and run – around the circumference locked in a LOOP.

our basket balls must attempt to SHOOT – but it is necessary for them to lAnD!

otherwise – an alien and encrypted HaND may select the defense, bypassing the aim to fRaMe!

360 is the nAmE : of the rootless caricature, known as repetitive and outdated ReTuRnS!

Sickening all of the avenues, streets, and boulevards as our wheels run a fever featuring 4th degree bUrNs!

by – hook and crook the sir as it were – came but as to come – for again programmed, hEnCe – the circumference was no less DeNsE.

one can wash and lather but must also RiNsE like a LOAD inside of the washing machine

it went over & over

& on and on

& again & again as when, wind wishes to suspend, but can only flow and ascend

it’s been told now and way back then : the system is all a RIG!

didn’t the shovel hear the message from the shoulder which jolted and screamed : DIG!

but like a zag – it must also ZIG!

so what is the recurring case of this circular FIG?

with no redeemable function and incongruously sunken loose ShApEs…

the vines that remain : produce neither streamline or fine wine, but those of spoiled gRaPeS???

liquid digital, bar physical.

thoughts just be spilling in and out of my mouth. the witness to these thoughts are my ears and they are engineered by the mind. i often catch myself surprised at the flow of such scenarios. the ability to think for oneself and persevere beyond the imposed *LiMaTioNs* can indeed set one free.

THEY’RE STILL ZIPLOCK BAGS AND STORAGE BINS!

Which brings me to my next and final thought summarized in 24 letters:

L I Q U I D – D I G I T A L, B A R – P H Y S I C A L

L I Q U I D – flows without inhibition. it can jump corners. reside in cracked halls. seeps into the slithers of concrete and rock. slimy and slick. liquid ain’t gonna let you hold it for too long without saturating any and every surface.

The bar of the physical runs down the liquid digital…

TAKE A LISTEN IF YOU CARE NOT READ – I ADDED A COUPLE OF EFFECTS FOR YOUR PLEASURE! ❤

C00l S39t3mb3r – the time where Earth, Wind, And Fire asked us to

R E M E M B E R

every 9 and then – we need to be reminded of where we are, before our minds leave at the notion.

“the changing form of all my certainties – here is not where it use to be.”

– Sananda Maitreya

consciousness is feeding off of every present, past and future correlation.

do not be misled by the equation that suggests, that you didn’t know before. remembering history is more imperative than we realize. we can believe the witnesses of evidence. an equation where both the canceled and called can congregate in unison.

all of us in this scheme of life, are only partially aware of the colors that are being displayed. not fully belonging to anything. that is to say, we are always whole. belonging to isolated fragmentations, which make up a whole. (sometimes the sum is greater than the parts)

9 is the time..cuz

when the light and darkness meet, who do you believe will win out? darkness hides in the shadows, they say. the darkness creeps like a lurking peep but without the tom. foolery will begin to match the forgotten rhyme.

C00l S39t3mb3r means, eliminating the shortcut to extra rage and clutter via our digital devices. we still have the tools to form a world, which goes beyond, reactive and projected social interaction. (this exchange often camouflages an avoidance, of what is really there.)

our phones have summoned like an extra joint to our bodies – as to make contact with the various social festivals of our feeds and dm’s. it is possible to detach – at least from the convenience of mobile shortcuts. We can all set the rhyme of law!

The troubles of life take a larger seat in our consciousness because they make the most profit. However we can be c00l – when we remember 9 is the rhyme no longer forgotten –

Earth, Wind and Fire asked – do you …

R E M E M B E R ?

i’ve said it before and many have seen it before – but BUTTONS CONNECT! the future *may* be wireless but buttons are right now. buttons, wires, cords, switches, are all physical knobs we could use right now. my curriculum as of late has been stitching, sewing, and cutting various threads.

WHAT IS BUTTONS CONNECT?

well think about it. buttons do connect. if an articel of clothing is divided by space – it’s secured safely by connecting the button. it’s a simple mechanism that has changed the game in terms of functionality and aesthetic appeal.

you need only a button, thread, and a fertile (stable) surface in order for the needle to go through to stabilize the connection.

(rift your thrift!)

connect with me by sharing the ways you’ve seen parallels between what is spoken and what is not. the thread is not as alien as it may look. it’s a small world but a larger one when you can remove the veil and understand what was there all along.

one can wash and lather but must also RiNsE
like a LOAD inside of the washing machine

& again & again
as
when, wind wishes to suspend, but can only flow and ascend

thoughts just be spilling in and out of my mouth. the witness to these thoughts are my ears and they are engineered by the mind. i often catch myself surprised at the flow of such scenarios. the ability to think for oneself and persevere beyond the imposed LiMaTioNs can indeed set one free.

i’ve said it before and many have seen it before – but BUTTONS CONNECT! the future may be wireless but buttons are right now. buttons, wires, cords, switches, are all physical knobs we could use right now. my curriculum as of late has been stitching, sewing, and cutting various threads.