PERSONALLY, O B V I O U S L Y

have you ever heard the story of the PERSONALLY’s? OBVIOUSLY, they belonged to a PERSON who did not POSSESS their belongings UnLeSs – stored inside of their purse!

some regarded the chapters WoRThLeSs as their VeRSeS were viewed as stringent cUrSes…nonetheless it did not fancy the PERSONALLY’s much at all. for OBVIOUSLY they were rarely, if ever oFfEnDeD – for their lives were only aTtEnDED – by what laid inside of their PuRsE. miscellaneous objects which would often quench the ThRiSt – of anyone suddenly in ‘NeEd‘ one could OBVIOUSLY always find a prediction worthy of sTeEd, with the PERSONALLY’s.

for PERSONALLY it would seem OBVIOUS – that the oblivion which guided their FaCeS – were blessings extended by insightful GrAcEs – a searching hand inside of their pUrSe! could they be looking for a nUrSe? or a rhyme with signature FlAvOr? one that others could not contest but sAvOr! notwithstanding, the PERSONALLY’s OBVIOUSLY made their purses cLuTcH – preferring to go dUtCh instead of paying one BilL. (*this indeed gave them time to KiLl)112820 PO

Pursesonally? Obviously!
it was not that the PERSONALLY’s were so OBVIOUSLY ChEaP! but they could not afford to lEaP – too far of a distance worthy that could KeEp – their essentials next to them at all TiMeS! if their arms could not reach inside of their purse // they felt they’d be certainly committing cRiMeS! the PERSONALLY’s held many animations to DiSpLaYOBVIOUSLY the privacy of such collection did not always rElaY.

folks still trying to figure out what exactly was contained in the PERSONALLY’s PURSE? well, OBVIOUSLY: that’s PERSONAL.

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this is also dedicated to Moon Child, she and eye are often ALWAYS PERSONALLY or OBVIOUSLY something : D

W.T.G.2.D.W.M?!

*this conversation may or may not have ever taken PLACE. the fact that it happened – makes the opinion often trade its FACE. for a reactive MOUTH or a revolution which can’t go SOUTH. even tho, here is not over there, what follows beyond THIS or THAT – : is a hello or goodbye, in need of vacuuming underneath the mat!

but, what that got to do with me! said the one who was already filled, width measures beyond what they could SEE! everything and nothing replied BACK, the concerned one after just complaining about their missing needles in a STACK. “i’m carrying all these stones, pillars, and WEIGHT – at the very least: you could offer to unload my package and take me out on a DATE. instead you choose : to WAIT, and now i fear, you’ve settled on doing nothing, as your FATE. can’t you see i’m HURT – i ain’t get this far to be played like dirt and a FIDDLE, i suppose all along you wanted me to solve your RIDDLE. how silly was i? silly enough to not hire a private SPY – to PEEK at just how many faucets you allow to LEAK. if i were you – i’d realize that maroon EMPATHY is a grace afforded to those with SYMPATHY. you don’t even bother to CARE – you’re sitting in the lazy CHAIR. or should i say : lazy BOY – all you do is polish your TOYS. it’s fudged up! but that’s the usual coming from somebody like YOU……………..

hello!

did i get THROUGH?

yes you did but if you were any more LOUD, you’d excite thunder from my CLOUD! I stand barely AWARE of what it’s like wrestling with a BEAR! you ask me – could I CARE? well, my concern has never been so much of the MATTER – my lassitude is only getting FATTER. why, you PRESUME? cuz – I gotta ZOOM! ZOOM! ZOOM! in your ROOM! ROOM! ROOM! (it’s like BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!) all the freaking TIME! if only you could spare your 20 nickels for 10 DIMES! you crack a lame joke but still be asking me to LAUGH – demoting me here where you’ve sacrificed me as a golden CALF! YOU COULD HAVE JUST, SPLIT it IN HALF! a base and STRING, even when the phone does not always RING. i am expected to call and to talk but what more can I say? I have been beaten & preyed, across your desert SEA – BUT, WHAT THAT GOT TO DO WITH me!

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BuT WhAt tHaT gOt 2 dO wItH mE?!

you  SEIZE (C) – THIS very thing —-> THAT is belonging to ALL belongs to NO 1. it’s like when, wind shows up right behind each other in a sentence, only the ‘D’ is silent in the latter. “when” shares a close fellowship with “ever” but this spoils “anything” from ever arriving on the scene, if there is no clear distinction of timing. the difference in yours and mine, is perception of that said thing. it’s very much yours and mines – it’s ours! however, hours and seconds couldn’t be further from each other but still, they’re united both one and the same! we are connected to the grand zer0, all of the substantive numbers are now made a hero! just because the invisible n0thing stands on their side! ain’t that enough to make your mind open WIDE?! Thus, there is company in ALL AND NONE ! WE : *THOUGH AT ODDS IN THE RAGING SEA* can’t help but ask EVENTUALLY : BUT WHAT THAT GOT 2 DO WITH me!

Pandora N2 The Elements

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

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

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

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

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

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

‪Light & Love

‬‪Darkness & Confusion ‬‪

Passion & Commitment

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

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

The Big But (Discover Naunce)

We all hear it more often than not. The BIG BUTT!! It comes in around the corner with a fancy strut. The more someone keeps talking with this and that, there it goes. BUTT!

The negation because there’s obviously something we have not considered. The Butt comes in tight/loose jeans, yoga pants, long or short skirts which allows the wind to come to reveal the negation – you can’t always be mad at that, ain’t nothing to be mad at.

That’s what people pray for sometimes. A different approach which you couldn’t see in the far distance.

We can’t always escape it, in fact escaping it just means you weren’t willing to listen. There’s a lesson hidden in the ‘Also’. Even ‘But’ can bring a fresh perspective. The power of the mind allows a constant refresh.

Our abilities to think for ourselves is a vital element in our evolutionary development. Thinking on our own terms all while also acknowledging the space and opinions of others. Our minds are fascinating discoveries to fantasy and real stuff. How are we able to separate and distinguish the two?

There’s also the blurred middle where things can take a unique form and transcend fantasy and reality.

I like to call this middle ‘The Discovery.’ In it – we’re searching endlessly. From the top or at the bottom. The more you keep searching and driving – the destination becomes less important. The discovery is a loop that changes beats through rhythmic chords.

The middle is seen as discovering why the ‘But’ was brought up in the first place. You can take every moment to learn from the glance of ‘but’ – although at times we can benefit from the silence of mystery.

I was once told solid advice from a colleague: “Consider removing the ‘Butt’ // when it shows up as a big ass negation that stands in the way of everything that precedes it. “But” can be exclusive and isolating “And” is more inclusive and welcoming.

You can’t consider the options when you are far too quick to remove the possibility by affording the impossible by the ‘butt strut’. This is true.

There’s a lot to know which can be discovered by us saying nothing at all. Unpacking nuance is an abrasive but necessary adventure, we must be willing to enter into. There’s a lot that we miss because we forget how much is nuanced. To this point, But can work to our advantage; when we know how to use it.

The Siren Language

When I wake up from my slumber the sounds are loud and they rumble within my ears. I must meet the day for life has served me some demands. It ain’t like I can sleep in and snooze the clock this time. Those days are gone. If I really wanna make a difference – I got to be about the noise and learn just how well those sound decibels ring.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t even hear myself. I’m going deaf at the noise and I can’t let it go. I’m the one to blame for even as the environment has chosen me, I subject myself to the noise. It’s like being in a stadium filled with crowds cheering. Who’s team would silence be on? If I took the pledge to not say anything until I was awakened – would that make a difference in the game?

It seems we can only muster a small difference if we want to see a big change. We can all take small steps to a vision while having a large heart of ambition. We are all doing something to respond to the noise. A loud conviction is set to awaken a belief inside. We are the messengers of sound – hoping to say something that’ll make somebody listen. Not all of us are listening but the alarms give us the feeling.

I’m having to learn the siren language. The frequency of alarms in which life reminds me to keep up with objectives. Promises that have been made are expected to be kept in spite of the timing of the alarm. The lights are as good as flash signals. As they pulsate in connection with the sounds, my ears vibrate.

I can offer no excuses as to why I did not complete what was already promised in my intent. When you claim you want something, you got to work to get it. The noise is to awaken you from your supposed slumber. Get to business in spite of the vibrations in your sphere.

Trembling noises are setting fire to my tongue, begging me to learn again. It’s like hearing a new language being spoken to you all the time. You might be able to decipher a few words but everything in between is foreign. It’s not always easier committing to learning a new language.

Swedish is my newest language to understand. It’s not necessarily easy and while it shares a resemblance to English the pronunciation isn’t as slippery. Meaning the words don’t flow as cool as I’m used to. Words get caught in between my southern dialect. Swedish is more like sandpaper with deep vibrations as an accent. I have to train myself to talk slower and as if I have mucus in the back of my throat. (This ain’t easy, B)

There’s more to language than just Speaking, Listening (Understanding), and Writing (knowing when to use certain characters in the top of the alphabet. It’s a process and the sirens have been going off for a while in my head.

The siren language teaches me all sounds can be understood if by paying enough attention. It will cost me several frustrations and slurs but with proper listening – I can awaken without disruption. I can’t slack tho. EVERYDAY. I MUST practice. That’s the biggest gripe with it. I have to surround myself with something new and leave no room to slack.

I’ve been blessed with a partner that speaks Swedish among other languages which will make these sirens a bit more durable. (Thanks, Baby Girl <3) Submitting to what I don’t know – to learn. To grow. To not be so stubborn when it comes to learning. I’m working on it – it’s just I need to work a bit harder so my brain can take it all in. Until then….

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BTW: I’d hardly call this new Project from The MJ Estate NEW – all of these tracks have been released. If you wanna give us a project feature something never before seen. Something really new, otherwise along with learning Swedish this project is another siren in my ear! 😀