blessings // buttons y'all ~ here is where you can push the buttons of meaning and poetic interpretations of angel & angle windows of insight. peek around, there's a lot to see. (you may discover a key) For me? To sew is bestow! (buttons are like seeds) my aim is to frame THAT name : my sight is to ignite and thus write N2 PARADISE CLARITY. (for what is understanding if not for the s3arch & struggle to get there?)
y’all ever met anyone that starts everything with a negation? it’s a tRiP!
it’s always nah, nope, and no with them. “you know eye see your point truly, but i don’t think it’s just that.” i think i know where you’re getting at, but i’d argue : it could be that too but i don’t think it’s JUST that. even if you’re not saying that, it’s also implied that this is the situation. i don’t know where you’re getting at but i am saying no. it ain’t just that. from what you just replied, nah…i’ll say this :
there’s truly a lot to be sad about when you take the tRiP to read and pay attention to the things around you. there’s indeed a tRiP in every day experiences. for the masses of humanity, we are experiencing deep pain via global oppression by capitalism, imperialism, and patriarchy. most of us are too shy to talk about the deep pains we experience in our lives, because for 1) we are socialized to individualize our problems and remain in our own vacuums . 2) being told that we should not burden anyone with our personal misfortunes. 3) Pull yourself up by your own bootstraps and don’t talk about things that make us uncomfortable. However, it is when we take the initiative to be willing to struggle with folks that brings about respect and dignity.
IT’S JUST OUR PAIN!!!
it’s the actual pain that keeps us attentive as to why we are alive. one of my favorite lyrics that often goes through my head is “tears and rain are all the same, the only way to win this game – is to let everybody play and share the ball.” – Lavaux
Not enough pain is being shared and that’s definitely part of the problem. Tripping over various dips on the surface and below. There’s certainly a cause and effect. A relationship exists between the ‘hear’ and ‘there’ and this is ultimately everywhere! looking into the reasons while acknowledging the passing seasons.
dedicated to all the tRiPs and DiPs sent to make us sLiP…
embraced by the supplication of your face your canvas, strokes are embedded with grace my appetite requests plural and singular taste fed by the mercies of your wish your pallet contains variations of flavors to dish with your laughter being a festive occasion and that smile stirring all the persuasion it’s no wonder : i have been summoned as a timeless recall, at a futuristic dream ball dancing by the beat of your clairvoyant signature i hope to be extended as your acceptable visitor ringing like your heart while singing: songs draped as sonnets and meaningful conjecture enough definitions and rhymes that’ll soon lecture… Not into sleep, but unto passages of paragraphs that’ll keep you kept into the deep if you’re wondering what all of this may mean? pay attention to my intention to make you scream as i shout: powers and seasonal flowers that may awaken your planted tree with rain and gain, until you can clearly see i’m on a roll, as i measure the graph around your whole every part of you, wrapped like cellophane on a prestigious gift my rift is a draft, encouraging you to pass with humor that’ll make you laugh carrying weight from your outstretched hand collecting all the specs of sand holding onto you with a promised note while floating to your hidden canals with my love boat consider this a cruise, one in which i heal your every bruise kissing softly the sprain, so that like a train you understand how my language is tracked with luggage already packed irrespective of the transportation this narration may become too much, but that’s the danger of surrendering to your touch while looking to name this piece in honor of your PERSONALITY FEAST i think of your beauty revealed by prayers of the holiest priest which is to say : your glory reaches to my inner poetic story sometimes too long and abstract to be said, but you’re in my spirit like fine wine awakens the dead
(THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO THE NAME OF THE BUTTERY PECAN : MAY IT SERVE YOU AS YOU HAVE SERVED ME! 🧈🦋🌟)
This is a conversation, (May of 2022) I had with my dear friend Sannia! She shares her story about growing up in the church and how her ‘Angles and Angels’ contrast to mine. Listening back, I noticed, I did a lot ranting over the topic :p but Sannia adds a delightful perspective which puts in context our rightful place in examining where we are. May you receive something good out of this!
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 :
when eye look at the the full moon tonight, I’m reminded how my life was changed this day 7 years ago at Paisley Park. i’ll never forget that conversation and feeling. it was spiritual, all aglow, and all encompassing : much how the moon has 8 phases, various stages in between.
This was a night of correction _ a reminder of where I was standing.
i’ve never seen myself as much of a ‘fan’ but appreciator and admirer of his music. it was very clear i admired and some may say even ‘ADORED’ Prince’s music. (Shoutout toThe One!) ❤
I downloaded /purchased all of his (and related) albums and remembered all the lyrics! the music just connected with me. it’s like Prince knew how to ensure all the instruments including silence, we’re always so clear to hear and feel. to this day, truly i am moved. something about that Purple Music!
it was this night where i gave a private tour of paisley park alongside with TrevorGuy to journalists from Europe (pictured above) it was also announced to me for the first time that, Prince would be doing a solo Piano and Microphone Tour all across Europe in 3 weeks!
Alongside with MonoNeon (Bass Guitar) Donna Grantis (Guitarist) , Adrian Clutchfield (Sax & ewi) , and Kirk Johnson (Drums). As for my position? I‘d be working the teleprompter! he assigned me this position because he had watched my videos and was aware of my knowledge of his music and aware that i could keep up with his sudden musical transitions.
this was all so unbelievable to accept. And while this ultimately did not occur due to Ticket Scalping, and him deciding to have the first show at Paisley Park – the mere invitation was enough to transfix my anticipation.
amidst my glory and elation : it was reminded to me by Prince himself _ “You are in this position because you carry a light, you needn’t be shocked; you are here because you belong here!” i had smack myself out the fog of disbelief – it’s like nah man, take another look of what you have and USE IT! You don’t need to be surprised, just go with a smile and do the work!
Share your light and don’t hide it – ‘LIVE OUT LOUD‘ was after all the first song that I received from him in an email. it all became clear to me and my figuring out became glorified, it was like I had seen and walked into the light. Only after being guided by a mentor and oracle. I remember smiling and holding onto this revelation because it was that exact affirmation that encouraged me to continue with my soon to be released project ‘Characters In The Wind‘ which was going to be in New Zealand of that next year in 2016.
It all came at once, much like this memory. I’ve just returned from seeing Metallica in Hollywood, Florida! I’ve been listening to Metallica for about a year now and this being my 3rd show of theirs : it was an amazing experience. Much of it reminded me of how it was like being in the Prince community however this scene is totally different! Ha! They’ve been around for over 40 years and the sound just hits you. Especially when you peep into the different changes they’ve experienced throughout their career. The show I attended was for the ‘Trues’ as it was only songs played from their first two albums on the MegaForce label : ‘Kill Em’ All & Ride The Lightning’.
It was a special experience and I got to share it with my dearest friend, comrade, and sing-out loud to bad songs homie: jamilah! it was a electrifying night with vibrational intensity. From the conviction in Lars Ulrich drum playing, to the emblazoned passion in Kirk Hammett’s guitar playing. Matched with the throbbing resolution of Rob Trujillo’s bass guitar playing, harmonized with James Hetfield’s rhythmic guitar swagger – they bring something signature and sincere.
Experiencing music is all about connecting to the thing which can’t always be explained. It causes you to re-evaluate where you stand in the great congregation of life. All Together Now! (more or on that later in the Upcoming audio book!)
Everyone on this planet has value and importance. Don’t let this backwards system of Capitalism convince you otherwise ! they are constantly feeding us lies all based in individual and backwards ideology that serves only the interests of empire. We can and should work together, how else can we build if we are stuck in our own individual vacuums struggling in silence?
to hell with that! Realize you are a social being. you are breathing air. you desire community! all of us do. even introverts who prefer the company of themselves, still understand the necessity of contact with the other. it can’t be just you. it’s not just you. it’s never just one person.
Connecting with all of the forces that join in harmony is what this struggle is about. It’s not going to be easy because correction is hard to swallow for a lot of folks. Why? Because of liberalism. For those who do not know what Liberalism is a great text on this is by Mao Tse-Tung : in Combat Liberalism he writes:
“To let things slide for the sake of peace and friendship when a person has clearly gone wrong, and refrain from principled argument because he is an old acquaintance, a fellow townsman, a schoolmate, a close friend, a loved one, an old colleague or old subordinate. Or to touch on the matter lightly instead of going into it thoroughly, so as to keep on good terms. The result is that both the organization and the individual are harmed. This is one type of liberalism.”
THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE TO FIGHT EVERY DAY! Because we are all trained and socialized to be liberal on maters. Conflict avoidant. “I don’t talk about X Y Z” All of these avoidances are a result of how the system of capitalism trains us to silence ourselves when we are confronted with truth. We have to fight against that and struggle for a better world.
ALL of that to say : looking at the Full Moon reminded me of some of these notions to also weigh the minutes that have been counted before me! It has been written and said. I’m basking in the glow, the fullness that is to know.
all i’m saying is : a lot is about to change! (👛⛅️🛣️)
WAIT (W3IGH) THE – MINTUTE! TYPO OR FAITH (FAT3)? COMING SOON!
dammit i’m mad! (read it backwards) 😂 but still excitingly glad to report much progress is being made on my upcoming audio book ‘WAIT / WEIGHT THE MINUTE ! TyPo Or fAiTh/ FATE ? as it turns out recording chapters of your own words is more challenging than one would imagine. all of lines changing and times rearranging rhymes. this project is both spiritual and mathematical thus various contradictions appear. (here and near) transitions // tradition
sinister // minister
last days // last daze!
But through the work, many correlations are nonetheless teachable moments. It’s all aligned // It’s not so Bad but then again it is not just BAD but BBBBBBBAAAAAAADDDDDDD!
YOSOGO: May you enjoy the different variations of BAD with this playlist!
WHY YOU WANNA TREAT ME SO BAD ? – Prince // In this case ‘Bad’ is just how it sounds. just down wrong. when I treat you so good, but you treat me so bad. that ain’t right yo!
2. WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD? – Whitney Houston // Back to feeling Sad, thought I let it go, why does it hurt me so?
3. BAD REPUTATION – Donna Summer // Always think twice! Don’t throw your love away and get into public arguments and reactionary interactions. Your reputation can’t be brought or sold but higher to this point ::: Trust your Instinct and LISTEN!
4. BAD BAD NEWS – Leon Bridges // Everything about this is smooth and lifting. The power of transitory style and grace when people get in your face. Bad bad news? nah, I’m about to turn it n2 a good thing.
5. YOU’VE GOT IT BAD – Stevie Wonder // This song is a trip. included with this song is : the flight, destination, and passing duties to ensure you a safe land. The view is ‘O’ so marvelous, so good the bad becomes good. She’s so bad, it’s good!
6. BAD – Michael Jackson // I’m Bad!! you know it AND THE WHOLE WORLD HAS TO ANSWER RIGHT NOW TO TELL YOU ONCE AGAIN : I’m So bad, I’m Smooth!!!
7. AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM – Beyonce // Beyonce sampled this song from Kilo Ali’s song (America Has A Problem (Cocaine) She changes the meaning and says : well the problem is actually her cuz she’s ‘Bad’.
“20, 40, 80, out the trap, hit it with the rap Put it on the map, then we right back Call me when you wanna get high, high, high, high Tony Montana with them racks Ivy P on my bag, double G’s on the dash I’m bad, I’m bad Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, highBoy, you can’t get higher than this No ‘Cause love don’t get no higher than this No, no”
Now one can for sure criticize this song for its hyper glamorization of why she’s ‘Bad’. Exploitation is definitely in the bag not just birkins and teflar bags. you can’t get racks and billions without taking from those that do the labor to make that possible. That’s the fundamental contradiction in this song, America Does Have A Problem and that’s capitalism and the violence that is required in order to sustain its existence. So how about we get ‘high’ on political education and organization that gives us the focus to change the material realities around us. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
the most common button! the 4 (::) hole button, which usually goes down from top to bottom! ↔️ bottom to my top. this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days,a collection of variances and similarities.
this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days, a collection of variances and similarities. on the 7th episode – stay tuned ‘here’ for a special announcement !
i’ll teach you how to sew a 2 (:) hole button. it’s easier than it looks, blessings! this is how i like to do it, you may have another way! this is to no dismay, for sharing is caring ! blessings !
part 2!
this will be a SEVENTY SEVEN episode endeavor – featuring various ways of sewing. wrong ways, right days, a collection of variances and similarities. on the 7th episode – stay tuned to ‘here’ for a special announcement!
in bed, within the inn – i then go, soft peddles of a perfumed floral ring ‘a rose’ in me : the call of a bee sting. entwined in clusters of blue and carpenter’s wood remains flames of extravagance, shouldering between transgression and what’s expected to be good at the cocktail’s hour, happy itself – extends into the pour of a whisky sour!
within this writing – i’m inciting : levels of tiny pebbles ! stuck inside the shoe, solving this dilemma is merely paying attention to the clue! the case of this face is myriad but fallen short of obscene … when the sense became non – i become a breathless yawn. quivering into the distant soft tissue, as my tears are signatures of issues.
ranging from emotional neglect and tortured trauma! but confessions of repentance have been absolved through the teachings of the Dalai Lama! (((it should be noted : the dalai lama and 🧿 DO NOT IDEOLOGICALLY ALIGN, as They’ve worked with the 👀ℹ️🅰️, so….👎🏿 ! i only used their mention due to the rhyme provided on the spare dime in time.)))
i’m kept close by the face of an perplexing ace! while going through this crisis of energy – is not at all unexpected …
yet: it does appear suspected
as so much can be said………….. instead i’ll pause where my whispers swallow the voice inside, is a guide to which i follow
the fiction of the white just might: speak way too soon….. months of turning pages to the crescent & whole moon
still awaiting colors, glisten serene and while the contradictions long to be seen…. dialectically & eclectically : to those that suggest otherwise, by the sight of their reading eyes? lines indeed, align and surprise!
while : in bed, within the inn – i then know, embedded indigo!
I originally conceptualized the title “embedded indigo” after gathering all of my close friends at Benihana’s in Chanhassen Minnesota! I remember I worked at Mall of America at the time, and TrevorGuy called me around the time, I was leaving work. “Prince is having a music video dress rehearsal for Judith Hill with Eric Leeds, tonight at Paisley Park and you’re invited to bring in a couple of folks. Details forthcoming. Are you down?” “Absolutely, I’ll let my folks know!” I was absolutely ecstatic about going to Paisley Park and to add to that : A music video with two of my favorite musical artists!? I told the ‘True Blues’ (y’all know who you are!) AND we were all excited to be there!
For added context: I had only been to Minnesota 3 months at this point and things were already picking up, as only 2 days ago from this point I got 3 messages that a private party : was happening at Paisley Park and me and my friends had been invited to Paisley! If y’all want a run down of what happened you can watch that here! https://youtu.be/zSQWWAwRWgg
BACK TO BENIHANA’S! So we are all there awaiting what’s the scoop! everybody’s asking me, what’s about to happen!? Obviously I would know right? Well no. Prince never gave any information about what was about to happen, he just told you to prepare and that I did. It was at least 21 of us and none of us did not know what would happen. We were all sharing Prince stories and all guessing all what could go down. Clearly, we were all decked in our finest of clothes. I do remember having blue on at the time.
Suddenly : I get a call from TrevorGuy.
ALL eyes are suddenly on me as my ringer is on and I knew it was the call, we’d all be waiting for. I briskly brushed off into a quiet space, leaving them all in lingering anticipation.
I get back to the phone and hear :
“hey, sorry. Prince is not going to do it tonight. some things came up. sorry, will be in contact soon. peace.”
ALL I felt inside was blue. A deep blue. So deeply on me it felt like a deep url code. not just any kind of blue but a mood indigo like Duke Ellington spoke about. It wasn’t necessarily sadness though, just like someone dipped in a ocean of reflection. How was I going to tell everybody it wasn’t happening!? I remember thinking about dreading the walk of shame back to everyone awaiting what would be the next move.
Soon as i came back to the fold, my head shaking in every direction : everyone knew and we all laughed it off. in fact the rest of the night was spent with many other folks who had been to Paisley throughout the years when this was a common occurrence!
“Oh you mean, driving out in the middle of nowhere before there was ‘modern construction’ because you were told there was a paisley park party at -35 degrees and when he leaves you outside for like 3 hours and then decides at the last minute, nah.” Hahaha
Prince. His way about things were not linear. All throughout the night, I can’t say I was really feeling blue as in sad tho. I was very much energized throughout the laughter that ensued & with good eating though we were not a part of the experience. In many ways this is how I feel about Prince and the anniversaries of his ‘transcendence.’ Which is today. There is no real sadness only memories of joy when listening to the “flames of extravagance” that is Prince.
In many ways it all feels like a parallel vortex when this time comes around, a familiar whisper in the shadows. Whispering deeply, but a jovial memorial indigo.
*a workout* 🏋🏾♂️ featuring two of my favorite artists. they’re going on tour together this summer 👀. Leon Bridges and Little Dragon. Seamlessly harmonize in full glory with no interruption.
“did the words of the king disappear in the air? somebody should hand you a felony, cuz you stole from me!…my chance to be.” 🧾
“you can color in, flutter in : meadows and hills beauty gave us the chills…” 🦋
“I miss it all Said you went down to Cor🏝pus I miss you in the doorway Stayin’ up all night Silly, silly me”
“play it to the break of dawn!” 🎼
my grandmother’s name is Doris. she passed away 11.16.2020. she lived in new orleans. so much of this song felt like it was written for her memory. (at least all of those named Doris) Leon’s music alongside with the vibration of Khruangbin embodies all of the feels. chills. this whole EP is lush. 🛣
“crazy how you drip like water 💧 “
“her sweet melody follows me everywhere i go, running through my mind sitting in this road, maybe i’ll write a letter…”✍🏾
*A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL THE KITTENS, CATS, AND MEMBERS BELONGING TO THE FELINE PERSUASION (TIGERS, LEOPARDS, SPHINX, ETC) EVER HAD A CAT CHECK YOU OUT FOR A WHILE FROM A COMFORTABLE DISTANCE, UNTIL THEY FOUND IT NECESSARY TO SIT IN FASHION AS A LOAF ONTO YOU? eXaCtLy.*
in stealthy gardens, she then parades with shy fluctuation
compressing down my blossoming appetite, extending my editing time to starvation
like a kitten, she comes with exciting jubilations, as yarn persuades by rotation & duration
intending to string me along, as if i could sing in harmony with her song
bulging expressive eyes, their playfulness surrenders me : to fawning sighs
life ain’t that fair, when kittens are resilient like a stallion to their chosen pavilion
until suddenly, the kitty….while prancing by :
thought enough of me to lay loaf, on my thigh
of course i’m not mad, more like excitedly glad that’ i’ve been honored with their beauty, command, and grace
their kitty cat pussy face, is like a bowl needed to be licked clean, and that they do
not for me or for you, but because grooming is a necessary act of self-care
they wouldn’t dare, ignore this allure, as their purrs causes all the stirs
all the feels, all of my wills : are to the spirit of the cat!
yeah, i said all of that!
i heard somebody say once : “cats don’t have owners, they have staff…”
and you can go ahead and laugh, at the work i’m willing to do on their behalf
you can consider me the x to their y on the graph
for this feline strikes with precise skills, revitalizing my company with aww glowing thrills !
pussy pavilion,
pussy pavilion,
like a stallion made resilient to its post, cat’s are too cool at doing the most!
workout playlist: if you care to jam while you may stretch, do yoga, lift weights, and exercise body form 💪🏾🕺🏾 (CAUT⚠️ON: it will include some dancing but that’s to be expected.) it’s a mix of many songs of varying emotions but a general theme is encoded in the folded harmonies.
this is also in honor of the sublime found in stretching and melodic enchantment. i must say every song resonates with some deep correlation, most of which deal with numbers. (also fumbles) a lot of CrUmBlEs, left on rugs, carpets, and wood. but safe to say, it’s all good!
“ If you wave and say goodbye You will not see me cry I’ll grab the pillows from our bed And I’ll knock these stones against my head sananda never fails at creating a rotational melodic groove, that stings you. this is evidence of that notion.
“ trapped away too long, tired of all the lies! you can’t play me for a fool, cuz i’m leaving it all behind! i’m leaving it all behind!” this dude ROCKS! talk about a groove! one of my favorite guitar solos of ALL TIME! i did like 70 burpees because of this song 😀
“We are strong We can hold on to each other if we try And make it right, for you and I There’s no goodbyes.” ahhh don’t you miss 80’s pop ballads like this? so extra! kind of like me!
“And I am not afraid to try it on my own I don’t care if I’m right or wrong I’ll live my life the way I feel No matter what I’ll keep it real, you know Time for me to do it on my own” NOBODY CAN SING LIKE WHITNEY. this song proves as much. every time i listen? i get so emotional! but that’s another jam for another day!
If U live N the hills… Listen U take 2 many pills Cuz U’ve lost the thrill Against ur own will Stand up & B strong as much as i love this song and that this was recently released, there’s too much “clicking” within this song. like WAY too much to be a released song. i don’t even have the best ears and i notice it, it finally stops a little half way in, but G whiz yo! nonetheless, great harmonies and the sisters sounds great!!!
“I’m not accustomed to wearing my feelings In a place that’s so obvious to see But if eyes don’t lie There’s a chance that you are not fooling yourself and me…” this song is pristinely cinematic and always creates a space of grace, stevie never misses!
“I love you, you love me But we must be sure We may be the best of friends But in the end, it’s true love that wins.” this song brings back childhood thrills in many colors of sepia and in my mom’s toyota sequoia!. *we wore this CD out!* Karen Clark absolutely flutters in this song. shoutout to J.Moss backing vocals too!
“loveeee, so many people use your name in vain.” i’ll never forget the moment i heard this song when it first came out. it’s sung flawlessly. one of those songs that just grooves.
“From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl My heart says follow t’rough But I know, now, that I’m way down on your line But the waitin’ feel is fine So don’t treat me like a puppet on a string ‘Cause I know I have to do my thing Don’t talk to me as if you think I’m dumb I wanna know when you’re gonna come – soon..” i don’t want to wait in vain! not for love, whether deep below or high above. i don’t want to wait in vain, cuz’ there’s so much in a name.
“could it be that you, are the one that i longed for : are you…my dream come true?” dedicated to a special somebody, may you be revitalized in your recovery ❤️🩹
they counted it all joy, to set the fire ablaze and destroy!
it mattered very little to their anguished mind : all of the memories now spoiled rotten in time.
‘it’s just a book’ : why would one insist to read it as if they could look? thus, they burned the pages alive – claiming what was left over, was made broken, abused, and unable to thrive…”
the ghost of this feeling?
seeks a remedy of healing!
the spirit of those words cried, after the flame once stole their flesh and the pages dyed…
into a thick smoky black ink….
staining fingers until blemishes could think:
towards the water and richly lathered soap,
attempting to wash away unfettered desires, and forged hope!
what was taken may be placed again!
through a loop, appearing now and then…
by a vision or through the dream portal:
charms enlighten briefly, yet remain mortal.
a sound that went unheard, until the smoke choked the air and their third eye vision became blurred!
paying service to the record which made them nervous : they’ve relinquished all possibilities : although nearly drowning in the deep blue seas, all of the flees couldn’t hurriedly leave their dog. Was it the surface or the smog – which stalled the cog to a destabilizing fog?
this happened to be the case for Deaf McCoy!
they not knowing : the heat could extinguish their joy!
” ‘cuz what about, all of the work that was put in?” as the 3 out of 5 recommend : the enemy and friend – to sit at the table of consumed ends, the start of which may transcend, with a flamed wire which only until now has to expire!
🔥🔥🔥to all the pages and names which were written in search of the answer. they found the dancer, grooving within the melodies of a boiling heat! a burning revival – reaching towards the back alleys and crowded street!
i repeat deaf mccoy : they not knowing the heat could extinguish their joy !
while sleepwalking the dream deferred I was then sewn up, folded down, as my voice went unheard my spirit yet sought to eat the written word as my midnight repentance’s slurred…
to underline the meaning of the said pitch jars of stones, drawers of spells, are requesting a stitch placement – where could the key abide? if not in a enclosed location – where memories are kept far and wide!
meanwhile the coattail of their foundation proved genuinely steady but the camisole was see through, collapsing my bashfulness, surrendering me ready…
as wavy fiction produces depictions of various inflictions many of which attempt to make clear sense or else the pot is in need of a rinse for the container can only contain so much, before spilling over it’s been said : reality is a four dimensional clover.
so i’ve come to the same conclusion. a route destined to a recurring confusion. like a cul-de-sac – the ‘whereabouts’ ain’t amounting to jack!
i’ve test drove many herbs & clusters: for it provided a pleasure i dreamed to be the case. flowers rooted in the soil but soon destined to be inside of a vase.
the memory of life wishes to revive. but in between my closing eyes, this departure must contrive. to a place I’ve known? i’m kept grown!
when the aura comes around once more – what then, is left to be obtained?besides allergies from the flowers which have left me pained! maybe some visualizations are better seen within the dream? it need not be for real, otherwise my hesitations will scream!
upon the alarm, my trepidation returns deferred sleeping and waking life diffusing my fears into me like a songbird
but i missed the motion sought to keep me dancing instead my spelling was silenced to restless nights romancing sliced by the cut : as to excite the allure of the jiggly phat, what?
“ease on out of that pie!” or else you‘ll DYE : teeth darker than mud – ruining those pearly whites for a musty crud! wouldn’t that be a shame? ha, i can explain! :::
as forces are sent to convict – the mind of the infidel because they dared to call out the BULL, which would have otherwise continued stubbornly stool. buried underneath, allowing advantages to be traced!some have already gone to waste, others?are lurking by at an inquisitive pace!
thus, this dREaM DeFeRrEd requires a writing down of every emotion stirred to embrace : the flower & vase
before it goes away into withering decay. knowing that this transfer must occur, despite the lines which will inevitably blur! ….
as you were, The Game is Over for my Coeur… blessings and light to Yael Naim & David Donatien for all of their timeless offerings. this one goes all the way ❤
“excuse me…but i gotta retrieve what’s FALLEN. tho, i never assumed the marble was signed up to be ALL IN!*at least not in those POCKETS! after all – what’s adding fuel to accelerate or suspend those ROCKETS?*the most shocking, is how hard it SLAMMED on to the concrete FLOOR – it stopped rolling, only after hitting the DOOR.it is of no wonder, the mirrored marble continually marveled; all of those who held true – the SPHERICAL WONDER which confessed : “the only way out is THROUGH! through the rage of wonder. through the calming thunder. through it all. through the answer and call.
whoaaaa!!!! is that ^^^ a lot? YES IT IS! one filled with luxury and used vehicles. the price tag depends on the mileage. if i buy a lemon – i may make lemonade, though at the expense of a soon to be regretful serenade. the stench and acidity would be the catalyst – in the courtroom of the lavish and cupidity.the colors present themselves as RED, WHITE, and GRAY. could it be to perceptions DISMAY – that all the other colors have faded ASTRAY?what is it about 3 & why does it feel good to me? some have claimed: this number is a lucky charm! others have stated, this being the reason it’s on my right shoulder, and left arm!
3 is resounding – it has brought me here. where I am sharing a poem that came about by not so random circumstance. I used the word ‘Spherical’ earlier which reminded me of a cassette tape I created 7 years ago called ‘Spherical Wonder’.
recorded mid march 2013
– it just so happens that I was able to retrieve the original poem never shared before until now for your reading pleasure. may it encourage you to know you very well being in the many but one planet of ours. we need not settle for less – the stars know us and when we look into them we witness springs…
Sometimes I Wonder where the fountain comes from? Its springs are mountains of passion which fully entertain the dimensions of great magnitude! What has become of the nature of the stars? as they shine very brightly in the night. I know that their smile is bright; because they have seen your composition. Even from afar, these stars have focused their light in the direction of your silhouette. This burning grows and intensifies as you dance around the platform of your most daunting ambitions. My smile is aroused by your indulgence of your most immediate desire. Spherical orbits are here reflecting our massive platform of where we stand. we are placed in the niche of circular fantasy. Our globe is now massive around the flow of our fingers.
*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 nothingreplied 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!
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!
(here’s a rhyme for the timing of your procrastination whenever it comes around to do something you don’t want to do…JUST-EXECUTE!)
just: X’acute!
when you’ve been holding it in for so long – the PIRATE need not continually get IRATE! the ocean of misfortune has sent WAVES over my promises GRAVE! i am biting off the APPLE of synchronicity’s CHAPEL! who would have ever guessed i’d return back into the mouth of dizzy EMOTION?for i have drank a compromised POTION– i am hardly capable of denying this NOTION!
JuSt: X’aCuTe!
GETTING IT DONE JUST FOR THE FUN! For the mustard green MEMORY // a rising SYMPHONY, is cluttered with risk and calculating UNDERTAKING! this ain’t no fool’s production in the MAKING! you can’t MISTAKE what was designed to correlate to the ACHE! the vision is SOUND by the mercy of your ears INBOUND!
JUST:X’ACUTE!
when our hands have bled – we become HURT! when alienated in our minds – we appear like DIRT! the kind of dirt that magically arrived on your fresh pair of white CHUCKS! you just lost some serious BUCKS! could you be any more HAZY? by your lack of mobility, your insights have curved @ the avenue of LAZY! albeit – the circumstance has spun you out of CONTROL – you’ve casted your ballot in the election POLL! the clearest ITCH removes the sensation and conjures up the WITCH!
jUsT:x;’AcUtE!
ain’t nobody trying to smell the dragons breath. it’s already oiled our CHAINS! how about we pray for the southern REIGNS? cuz we need a BLOW which rhymes with the FLOW! one that is not bound by lock and KEY – but a combination SOLILOQUY! so much for CONVERSATION – we’ve been burdened with emotional EXCLAMATION! feelings and facts both MATTER – for as long as they don’t SHATTER in the FACE of the dystopian ACE!
JUST:X’ACUTE!
= JUST? EXECUTE!
if the world could be described as CHOCOLATE? we’re FUDGED! the shoulder pleads the hip to NUDGE – our mountains are ran down to CREAM with uniforms and space suits saved for a fables DREAM! we allow window DRESSING, for the benefit of avoiding the real LESSON. a refraction of light missed on the battlefield of a compromised LANDSCAPE! these lonesome roads are filled with potholes and unsolvable SHAPE! if we could really unravel maybe we’d feel the need to X’acute’ – we ain’t gotta be so MEAN – only keen to the revelation OBSCENE!
just: x’acute!
X the CUTE? Yes! for even when you MUTE – the bankers still LOOT! they give you the big fat BOOT! the finger doesn’t matter as much as the HAND that’s hidden by the obese one in the BAND! some called it the THUMB but it skilled me NUMB! ain’t that DUMB? INDEXED POINTER FINGER WAGGING AROUND THE MIDDLE RING – WHICH SAILS IN THE OCEAN SWING!
JuSt: X’aCuTe!
make a PLAN and make it STAND! write it DOWN! record it change your GOWN! alternate between the zippers and PATCHES –make sure you hold on to those LATCHES! the SCRIBBLE has been DRIBBLED & signed on the back PAGE and therefore the lines are needed – to be recited center and front STAGE!
JUST:X’ACUTE!
mark the BOX – and wear the philosopher’s SOCKS! SPOT THE ACUTE1 AND FLEX WITH YOUR FINEST SUIT!
streamline simplify… sTrEaMLiNeSiMpLiFy?! S T R E A M L I N E SIMPLIFY!?
minneapolis, it’s happening … over the world? it’s happening. it’s already happened. enough variables exist in which it could happen where you are. we have to start fine tuning our analysis. we know how this story ending, right? thus – reading THE BOOK is better than a recycled script of reactive complexities.
i been DRINKING and THINKING – while springing – like – a – TREE!
COULD THIS MEAN – I GOTTA LMNOPEE?
i guess you can say – i’m – sipping – too much – of the -TEA?
cOuLd tHiS mEaN i GoTta lmNoPeEe???
juicy equations and – caffeinated – senselessness has deliriously filled ME!
Could this mean – I gotta LMNOPEEE?
the parking lot is FULL – and i’m urgently tempted to FLEE!
COULD THIS MEAN – I GOTTA LMNOPEE?
cOuLd tHiS mEaN i GoTta lmNoPeEe???
(L)
Listening: to the movement of the ocean, as the tidal waves back. hello again to the friend of my every day and ongoing thirst. on the line but not speaking only listening.
(M)
Moving: into circulation with the wear and tear of the ongoing molded cycle. flowing and going with where the trail leads. step by step the dance is harmonized as space continues to pace in between.
(N)
Napping: to rest and heal from the ongoing pull of active and stagnant proclivity. to calm the immunity through peaceful zzz’s. sudden bouts of sleep stabilizes the active subconsciousness.
(O)
Orbiting: spinning with my modem ran at a stable speed. going around again to replenish because energy is being dispensed rapidly. loosing but gaining simultaneously as what’s given must also be received.
(P)
P : pressing into the power which publishes the paper I’ve been writing. pulled by the persistent push to spill the pill. i’d be penalized by embarrassment if provoked to sudden punch, pinch, and peal.
B Right back i got to LMNOPEEE
stacked and bloated – I’m just attempting to be free!
when I dream of the yo-yo, I’m 1sprung up emotionally. my middle finger looped in a hole which like a BOOMERANG – is destined to be returned and thrown into gravity.one must hold on”…for the sacred is molded in ritual care and delicate caresses.when your memory savors the undefinable – this taste requires a devouring. a dissecting of each flavor carefully and considerably – taking notes as to what works and what can be taken out.
2sprung up cuz the recall of this truth can’t be denied or traded in for justifiable pretense. the dance has begun and my emotions are the alter in which I falter. i’ve been musically lifted. the sounds of crunchy melodies and syrupy grooves got me out and in the funk. a revival of sounds await for me through the changing beats and 808’s.
so many emotions. they be swirling, twirling, and orbiting. my feelings be
3sprung up emotionally cuz my feelings are in a wave attempting to reach the shore. what can be done about the reactive state of affairs one is forced to deal with? how do we climb the ladder to safety ensuring the legs do not crumble? shaky foundations certainly make it difficult to stand stable. I suppose my hands are able but the intention is not willing.
4sprung up high up into the mountainous galaxies where the stars laugh at my decisions. looking into them // i see the past. memories which were stained by depraved action. my surroundings perplexed by desert dancers serving me bottled up mirages. i drank of their elixir then, while attempting to make sense out of this perilous advent.
5sprung up cuz i hung up, all my closing demands. i distanced myself like a pariah and the prey – tossing with the wind and never staying. trying to be the pretender and the joker cuz the absurd made life a folly. like a bullet strain locked and loaded, only needing a pull of the trigger. fear like this begins to grow bigger and BIGGER. when life invites you into a fetus like position – so that others can swallow you more safely // that’s when things really start looking shady.
6sprung up cuz i leaped too high. i wanted to meet my ancestors in heaven. some of which decided to come down instead to meet me in the shadows. they never scared me but they never made themselves known to me. even in the still of the night – they never dared to open a jar or fall off the hedges. i think they slept a lot instead of playing poltergeist. i knew they were here with me cuz i sleep and remember too.
7sprung up cuz i’ve been driven mad, glad, sad, and totally RAD. for as much as i wander i squander. time spilled into another day. pages left open but unread. dreams left unspoken but somehow said. this is why I say I’m sprung up! because i’ve been pressed and pushed down into the ground. WHAT has become WHEN. Because WHEN springs forth the map of promise! The restlessness is eventually awakened, as I pick up the pen. *Sew to Bestow* SPRUNG UP EMOTIONALLY ENOUGH TO TRANSMIT ALL SEVEN OF THESE FIBONACCI RINGS. ALL OF WHICH WERE RANDOM PROCESSES BAKING INTO MY MIND. The sound of love and the dream of the yo-yo does not have to return void.
“FOLLOW THE GOLDEN LEAVES! FOR THE GOLDEN LEAVES WILL SHOW YOU WHERE TO GO.”in this case click the link below and watch this cartoon that I’ve been blessed to be a part of.
I’ve always wanted to be a part of a cartoon and this was manifested out of random collision. there’s something deeper brought out via cartoon animation which can’t be expressed through real life.
Our brains need to bend in wavy suggestive display. we are always better for it! think about how better you feel when watching cartoons? our memories are wavy and solidified by the morning suspense. I’ve been blessed to be a part of something so profound which brings to light much needed joy and enlightenment in such a time like this!
‘To The Quest For The Gems‘ was created by the talented artist and cartoonist Justin Macintosh and Jeremy Garner. I could tell you what it’s about but it’s only 16 minutes and 23 seconds – you can spare yourself some enlightenment and uplifting music to go alongside with the various messages told! I am very delighted to be given the invitation to lend my voice and passion to such a creation. This was once an idea. it had no form. no interaction. until the connection was made and we all used (digitally) tools built it up. All from across the world, by amazing people!
the 4 j’s united in harmony ! check out these talented artists and show support and love for the work they putting in.
A closer look into rhymes and funky magic can spin us into worlds not easily understood. If you want to gain understanding – fret not by following along with the hacks and hints found inside the symbols.
we can be full without having to empty ourselves of what we’ve eaten at the table of riddles and innuendo. find it clear in your dreams – it’ll make sense as it’s all written down!
a poem is brewing. found in the heart is a door which seeks to enlighten. many choices are delivered in spite of heavy waiting times. music has been a connecting force playing in unison with the frenzy of my waking life. i’ve composed a playlist to speak for the various essences that has spoken to me as of late. melodies are delivered to the spirit and upon random circumstance of the moment- you’ll be jamming in the middle of the bathroom singing LOUDLY:
enchanting mysteries surround the mind of curious adventure! haha – the forgotten has remained in relevance of the lingering smell. remnants of what is to come can no longer be hidden. the array of aisles continue – lane by lane. cars passing each other. cycles at drift with the feeling of something alive will become different in the process pressing. pulling. single and double reasons all meet aligned with the season! A change of motion!
can hardly keep count. did it happen if you did not capture it? What can be said about fleeting memories of spectacular proportions? When the fireworks go into overtime – when will our lights clock out? When given the chance to correct what has been proven false – do we tailor the critique in favor of feelings? As feelings get in the way how do we face them for what they are?One simple solution:
JAM OUT!
“No hurricanes nor the best cocaine Will steal my love No cold black rain or the darkest days Will keep me from your love”
“Like a bird flyin’ over the hilltops Love is like the sky, you know it never stops From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks Love is whatever… Whatever… You want it to be”
“ba da da da da da – baaaa – daaa – ddaaa – daaaa – daa – daaaa SOLOS”
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
“Tongue kissing tongue tongue kissing now Leave me a letter I’ll write you too Write a whole book dedicated to you Or another song shit we still here Tongue kissing Tongue kissing now”
“My friends say I’m lucky To have someone as good as you My love’s understanding Understanding how to hold on to you”
“I’m a fast food junkie And I need a fix Without your sugar I’m gonna be sick So don’t try it It’s calorie-free and nutrasweet The love of you has gotten me on a diet“
“What’s in a name Shalom? Segue to my street and In the middle of it say hello
On the trail of where a kiss leads to I breathe a sigh Invisible voices say hello And then goodbye”
Which one is of value to you? The one depleting the oil supply Or the One that renews it And keeps the peace Like the groove in Sade’s “Sweetest Taboo”
Shall I write the alphabet? (A B C D E F G) Or shall I just write my name? U tell me, U’re the ruler in this telephone game I could be a slave when it comes down 2 U (Slave) I’ll do any and everything U want me 2 do U know why? (Why?) Cuz I want U 2 have fun
“I don’t care for one night stands With trolley cars That juggle seventeen I just want to settle down and Play around My baby’s tambourine”
“I’ve got an angel watching me Keeping me from all harm and danger Angel watching over me”
“Through reprimand Some I don’t understand And I’ve never seen Your love forsake me Even when I don’t deserve it
Through ups and downs Through smiles and frowns But you never put more on me than I can bare That’s why I praise you more and more”
If I were a drummer, I would use my cymbal If I were a writer, I would use a pencil I would use my voice, if I were a singer No matter who or what we are, we must praise
If I was a doctor, I would use my research A prolific dissertation, if I was a speaker I would use my hands, if I were a potter No matter who or what we are, we must praise
“
it’s sweet that’s why it’s good. the body doesn’t necessarily need it to operate but assimilation takes hold and before you know it you’ve been kicked. rush! rush! rush! patterns are very difficult to break but they can be readjusted. What seems faithful among my life are melodies and pulsating dancing!
who wants to ride on the hypno-highway expreSS!?
you may get there faster if you digreSS…
the way of the road is seen with many warnings and FLAGS
if you are moving too fast you may be stopped for expired TAGS
for what is life but a constant stream of ticketed RAFFLES?
if you are not in line, you will be greeted by the irony that BAFFLES
there’s no knotted web without the suspension of tightly pulled STRINGS
the hitch of hypnosis will unlock rhythms of WINGS and RINGS
all of what you hear around you is a spell to prolong your ATTENTION!
this all may seem dubious but this is done as a form of PREVENTION!
take a lease out on the moment to get lost on the ROAD
YES, YOU MISSED THE STOP SIGN – WAS IT TOO MUCH OF A HEAVY LOAD?
BRACE YOURSELF – DON’T FOLD! DON’T FOLD! DON’T FOLD!
This is why you must release yourself – into Hypno-highway’s GAZE
It will set your flame ABLAZE!
For DAYZ!
Now RAISE the minimum of your DESIRE – it may fancy you a brand new ATTIRE
the WIRE? no one has to be a LIAR
when they fire another poem or slippery SPIT
i don’t know where this is going but I’m not gonna QUIT!
i’m speeding by the frame of not counting the miles per HOUR
the seeds i planted long ago have blossomed into wondrous multi-colored FLOWERS HIP? NO!
you are not hip.
if you are not on the high!
for that is one way to make a YAY or NAY –
if you are gonna PAY – here is the WAY!
Stray To The Hypno HighWAY
interrupted sequence. {<system failure>} a change is necessary in order to reboot your memory bank. all of your files may not be restorable. click anywhere on the screen to begin.
every program should have its own private quarters. rooms where guests and strangers can’t enter. (input pa$$cod3)
*in case you care not read but to listen —CLICK HERE. the mastering on this is loud in some parts so be warned by the flagrant effects.*
the stars that rest above me are of unbelievable magnitude.
they also sparkle with crystal crimson – blinding me by their rapture of shine and bliss.
the tokens found in my heart are daring to be inserted into a funk machine.
this dance might begin where my tears have left me stale.
perhaps, the tarot card, crystal ball, and Zion’s prayers, predicted this dread?
my unwillingness to play ahead and to saturate the options laid out beforehand, explains this drought.
i’m hot at the command of fluctuated and unreliable weather reports.
yet, the ghost of my ancestral heritage is awaking my hands to remove the stone.
to unveil the performance that has practiced, millennium after millennium.
i have been predestined to understand how these words will develop, my current state of affairs.
for such is sometimes, A ‘s.s.o.a’ – an acronym which means – Sad State of Affairs:
“it’s a sad state of affairs”. that is to say, a series of unfortunate events have taken place, all of which has led down, to the path of sadness.
be it: broken promises.
expectations which go undelivered.
lies being disguised as the truth.
all of these misfortunes have boiled up into a sad emotional burden.
and we want to rid it off like a bumpy itch.
like a fresh and absurd stain created cuz you drank coffee in the hurry for caffeine. (on your white threads, nonetheless)
what could be summarized rather briefly – has extended itself into a long, 6 paged letter.
sadness is then spoken in dissecting paragraphs with a nauseating prolix.
*le sigh*
i don’t like this.
it isn’t right.
damn.
*le sigh*
folks are often inconveniened at the expense of their labor. as it continues on – the emotional allowance and justification for such neglect sinks into desperate pleading.
why can’t ANY this change?
can it rearrange in our favor?
will someone at least care for us?
we don’t always care for ourselves because emotional anxiety can exile our self care routines.
sadness then turns around and asks the bold question – what’s the point?
many lines have been written to justify a love that is self-serving.
self-care is a charge we should take notice of.
however, who is willing to be sought?
when you hide from yourself // who will
seek to find you?
when associates have abandoned themselves into their own busy lives.
when strangers knock on the doors of unfamiliar houses.
when those closest to you seem so far away and your voice is too weak to call.
it does seem terrifying that we are all here alone in melody, but confused in this scattered song.
“What if all that is and all that was before Was just a test to see if we’ll handle more? What if the loss was gain and the gain was truly loss? Happiness is freedom, a chain with a cost.
I wrote a script called ASLEEP // ALARM earlier this year involving a dialogue between being awake or responding to the alarm.
waking up diligently to answer various objectives, is like ketchup on the most visible parts of your white linen.
however, some stains are not at all bothered by the poor defense of water with no soap or elbow grease.
we may need to scrub deeper than the surface.
there’s a war going on between who can be heard the most among the noise.
but everyone knows, the loudest one in the crowd.
they don’t go through the bother of camouflage or soft editing.
they’re usually rambunctious in sharing their passion and highly skilled at competitive laughing.
as it turns out, people would like to get to where they’re going without the hassle of unclear abbreviations.
how can any of this go anywhere without clear specifics?!
in my search to find clarity and meaning in a room full of emotional interplay.
i am aghast at the rumbling of this earthquake, which has shattered the foundation whole.
decisions and choices, i have yet to make.
what will be said about my fate?
the written VISIBLE word was foreign to my eyes.
my ears were overwhelmed with an abundance of music.
sticky strings of classical embroidered carols for the day.
but, darkened thick hallowed melodies of funk and rock guitars at night.
i was forewarned about the flagrant affairs of my recent decisions.
i found myself watering down the seeds planted in my dreams, while forging the present everyday moment in exchange for prolonged daydreaming.
still the pages are left unturned.
answers are still joined at the hip, which provides a hit that doesn’t quit.
when affairs are sour because of late expiration – we need not be afraid of signing off, on tears which are worth the stream release from our eyes.
when the veil is swiped away from the one in the box, mimicking authoritative oppression.
it becomes very clear like in the land of oz’ – that Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs (O.Z.P.I.N.H.E.A.D) pretended all along by the projected trickery of ✳️HYPE✳️.
he changed his form constantly therefore making illusion of the fact, that he was an ordinary man from Omaha, Nebraska – who had amazing technological gear!
the wizard of oscar zoroaster phadrig isaac norman henkle emmannuel ambroise diggs, what a LEGEND!
remember beloved, when you encounter a ‘SSOA’ and you are guaranteed to, at some point in your life.
insert this token into your memory bank – sad doesn’t always rhyme with bad.
sad can rightfully drive one mad or make one incredibly glad!
sad is merely a STATE and thus – it is possessed with the amazing ability to change its form.
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 –
TAKE A LISTEN IF YOU CARE NOT READ – I ADDED A COUPLE OF EFFECTS FOR YOUR PLEASURE! ❤
welcomed into “Awh – GUST” with a BUST that required me to raise my HAND! this feeling is one that leads like a BAND!
among the predictability of noise, melody always finds its way to the top. a groove that can’t be forged or traded for naught. there’s always something to call our attention towards. in fact, very rarely are we afforded the ability to not be working. laziness is a comfort trip but even with that, there’s a need for your body to stretch. sitting still too long will tense up muscles and distort your awareness cycles.
everything around you will become a buttery framework, if not restored by proper rest and play. BUTTERY FRAMEWORK? try holding onto something that’s encoded with butter. as it turns out things are slippery when wet. 😀
if we can harness the realms of time, with respect to productivity and satisfying engagement with the work we must do – we wouldn’t be out of energy. sometimes we are scattered like dice into the land of 0z. l00king to be found by the wizard of the willowing wh0? if laughter may begin to undress the irony in life’s eye // we would never want to awaken from this symphonic lullaby!
new things are daily things. a trip into grace. a fall into splendor. what can be told from the voice of an angel and angle? shall you fall with me into a trippy series of angles and angels? awh- gust, another one has bitten the dust!
deliveries of armed feathered symphony’s arrived on my doorstep! OPEN UP, I COMMAND THEE! the queen screamed without a sound – she only widened her eyes until she became the flying and the one that could not. he dared to hide but knew he would be found. for she could not only see him she also read him from top to bottom. she knew him from a dream that he had yet to awaken from.
I WILL LOCK YOU UP THIS TIME – SO THAT YOU NEVER GETAWAY. I WILL KEEP YOU BOUND TO A MOUNTAIN LIKE WASTE IF YOU REFUSE ME! THE SUN WILL GO BLACK AND THE RAIN WILL WATER YOUR TREASURED SEED. ( BUT NOT BEFORE YOU DO THE DEED!)Command first a reason! I shall not tempt the dread of going empty! he replied.
don’t you wanna know what all of this MEANS?…
among the predictability of noise, melody always finds its way to the top. a groove can’t be forged or traded for naught. melodies stemming from the sacred flower. providing truth to power and dancing to the feet. spine-tingling sensations speaking through the ebb and stretched flow. those that remain silent are saying A LOT. those that are speaking are saying something but not much different from yesterday.
depending on what those words are from the angel, a need to redefine your angle may serve you a more aligned approach.
me and jeremy had the privilege of interviewing Doug Levison! he was made famous by a viral video 6 years ago, entitled ‘trumpet fight‘ where he hilariously goes off on a trumpet player (sucka!). he uses words like contemporaneously, presumptuous, and FLAT. what moved me most about this video was how clear and specific he was in delivering his grievance. first time i watched it was in january of this year and i couldn’t stop watching it. i watched it over and over until eventually remembering it verbatim. i shared it with jeremy and he found it just as hilarious. he then began to research and find connections that actually sheds a plethora of ironic parallels. have a listen on PlanitJade to check it out!
if you were to just watch the video for the first time you’d *probably* think doug was being an ass whole. cuz he really doesn’t spare any punches to the guy. YET, he does it in a poetic way. it’s something about his passion that gives it a new wave of presence. not to mention what looks like a contradiction of his practice of (TM) transcendental meditation for 47 years. doug was clearly bothered and he spares no regard to the distaste of what he’s hearing. it pays to follow along to the story as there is perhaps some context that may give context to his disatisfaction.,\
turns out doug actually is the owner of the website Flower Power Creative which is”...a community dedicated to motivating a more compassionate society. Through our events, books, media interviews and website, we hope to inspire action and dialogue in politics, the environment, women’s rights, animal rights, technology, music and fine arts.” check it out to connect further with his mission and connect with the silence or noise!
in doug’s own words:
“An artist respects the silence, it serves the foundation of creativity…”
he claims this as he SCREAMS in protest to the one making the noise. he stresses the need for the guy to get a gig because the guy does not have any talent. in short, he sucks! he proceeds to scream and follow the one making all the noise! he even goes as far to say the guy is NOTHING! A DISGRACE! EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD. NO. NO. NO.
Life is absurd. Contradictions may reveal themselves in readings of neglected mirrored refractions. Let’s all respond to each moment in harmonious servitude to ourselves and others.
getting business half done is what gets us in trouble. for we should be on the move! life carries on whether we choose to caress it or not. i think it wise to be more tender to these ‘fleeting’ moments. we are swirling around other planets in this great connected yet a seemingly unconnected world of ours.
the earth is so large that our comprehension of it is very limited. the further you go out from it, you have to come back into it. the more water you drink the more you have to urinate. the more you talk…the more you need to shut up and listen. the more you know, the less you really do. everyone joins in this contradiction no matter how divorced we may seem from this reality. what is obvious to me is usually not obvious to you.
“ISN’T IT OBVIOUS THAT OBVIOUSLY, WE ARE OBLIVIOUS TO THE OBVIOUS?”
how do you get your information? does your media follow a consistent bias? does the truth matter? I’m among the first to admit, anytime i hear someone talk about ‘The Truth’ i start to see pyramid schemes and the many ways this ‘truth’ can be soiled through the exploitation of beli3f. if there is a ladder to successs, surely some are stepped on with no regard to their life. we’d like to believe the world is better than this that WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS.
all media is designed to program you and change the way you think. the internet influences through reaction and emotive dissonance. when we apply reason and detective like tendencies, we can recognize the patterns. all the while remembering: THE WORLD IS LARGE AND WE CARE MOSTLY IN THE ORDER OF OUR PROXIMITY TO CONVENIENCE.
did you hear the news?!
the gardner’s in green valley had their greatest harvest yet and the people of the city were given bags of harvest! isn’t that lovely? yeah but mostly for those in green valley. “i live in orange tunnel lake and we haven’t had a drop of rain since last november!!!”
i encourage the sharing of miscellaneous cotton candy (happiness) after all, some sweets are worth melting into the mouth. whether people are interested enough to share in your pleasures is anyone’s guess. this brings us back to the mass media and how they distribute data.
the mass media is the agency in which your information is received/believed/ processed / shared. what we like is not always indicative of what we know but what we’re feeling at particular moments. these feelings are fleeting and often forgotten until a new one comes around.
historians and anthropologists have tracked the changes in humanity and time and time we see the same habit. same time, same boogie. over and over – time and time again, there’s nothing new under the sun. the philosophers, hairstylists, and comedians all get this.
EVERYONE is arriving at different times and some didn’t eat breakfast. some partied too hard last night. and some got out of bed an hour later than expected! this means….
TRAFFIC JAM!!!
turns may lead to unexpected crashes, curves to implications and unreasonable reactions stemmed from lack of clarity. we can point to a host of reasons why we get things wrong. none of those reasons matter if we don’t seek to solve it. may we align our reactions in a solution based framework. when you feel, this gives a space to reveal the possible keys left, to be turned into doors of service.
the genre of music you like is completely independent to the customizations of society. for the country and hip-hop music fan, they have different tastes. sort of how arugula, has arguably a more peppery taste, than, spinach but when combined, a fascinating thing happens. a collision of nonsensical jargon that can’t meet up to the ladder of glory but there remains a story! for this reason, we carry on!
my love is like a perpetual SINK.
this water has been filtered so that you can DRINK.
this is more that my mind having a THINK.
i’m here to make minds LINK!
eyes WINK!
& jewelry CLINK!
but
what rhymes with noTHING? KNOW TING, so that you can make it BLING and spill it but not onto your SHIRT
for coffee is the color of DIRT
you know black without the CREAM?
my itch is so nervous you might think imma FIEND
my FLOW is so WHOA if you keep listening you’ll become a FIEND
come through without having to see
cuz I need you to FEEL, 4 WHEELS
without a gamble or loud noise that may CRACK
silence is golden you fool, rest on easy without a nervous LACK fumbling, mumbling, and stumbling…
oh, darling – I know this may all seem like too much of a BORE
but it’s meant to tickle your eyes, yes you’re on the right FLOOR!
whether on the table or free from the GROUND –
let me hear you make a SOUND!
How often do you hear and see “Sending you love and good vibes!” Most of us get the love part. That much seems obvious. It’s the fluffy nonexplainable stuff. But Good Vibes? There’s a host of things that may mean.
What is a vibe?
To put it simply, ‘Vibe’ is short for Vibration. Sound creates an enormous amount of vibrations. Some may make you dance. Some may encourage introspection like jazz tends to do for me. Some vibrations may ignite a mood which then excites candles and incense (&cream). Vibrations tend to be good because if you find the right one, you’re cool. You don’t often hear vibes spoken about without the ‘good’ included. This seems to imply that vibes can be bad as well.
Bad vibes don’t tend to stay around because you can turn the channel quickly. Nonetheless, vibrations are generally good to send out. But how do we achieve this anyway? Can the other person really feel these vibes?
I do not wish good vibes for flash and huff but for an additional voice of confidence. You got this! Slipping and falling is not merely defined by a miscalculated downfall rather a hiccup in direction. If your strut is pretending to convey more than its pep, change your step! (PepInYourStep) A trip can inspire the hip to dance or the feet to keep still to not fumble in darkness. When the music is cool the dance remains and these vibrations can be useful insights into the creation of our ambitions.
Vibes are about connecting to that one source (or many) through the freedom of sharing!
If ‘good vibes’ could be sent out in the mail, I’d make sure it was wrapped in your favorite wrapping paper! I’ll make sure you can easily open the gift without tearing it.
Good Vibes is sharing the best vibration that is useful to your Body and Mind and in that Spirit….
We need not be reminded of the toe that was cuffed against the bed frame. Perhaps, the most complexing is how pain doesn’t need an invitation to the party.* Pain doesn’t need to be summoned to the dance floor.* it shows up on stage demanding that you deal with the groove. Pain doesn’t go away so easily. It makes you spin and cry but it isn’t finished with you yet. Pain pulsates and creates a space for more pain to come.
Not much you can do but find a remedy. Pain is long-suffering and teeth pain cripples the will to move on. (Sometimes It’s worth it!)
Laughing, eating, and talking is a joke when your throat and mouth are paralyzed. It doesn’t last long but the pain is manipulative.
Ice can’t always take the heat away. Nakedness can’t hide from its claws. Pain shares a resemblance with misunderstanding. Pain reacts in desperate and sometimes dramatic measures of fashion.
It may scream or mislead through a made up scenario that never ever happened. It’s a shame to see someone willingly redesign and reconfigure what is looking at them.
By suspending reality and hiring illusion you ensure that no one wins. The game is not even set by any rules that matter but when you deny what’s in front of you. Got Damn!
It’s upsetting because it makes you a delusional artist. WATCH OUT NOW: you’re adding too much paint and color to the subject and now the sun looks like a bowling ball!
Perspective matters but please talk in the same key. Most of these realizations can change but they tend to remain stagnant. Now you’re loading apples into golden storage bins! You see what I mean?
It doesn’t make sense, so slow down and bring it full circle. By all means look and deal with reality for what it presents itself as. Pain is a part of the process to get to beauty. I may be in my own world but I see what iz looks like.
This project stems from the implications, questions, and declarations found in conversation. When talking to someone, we are reminded how often we miss the point of what was said. I liken ‘Riddle Me That?’ to a narrated mini-cartoon series with the protagonist being a question mark (?) and the antagonist an exclamation mark (!).
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To fully enjoy this, it is recommended that you listen closely otherwise you’ll just hear a bunch of people talking without full context.
And what’s the point of that anyway?
Noise and Music essentially are the same thing but they are not. Noise flows in and out of consciousness. Music is something different and we all recognize that difference. The tone and structure of a musical chord can be bent in fascinating ways. How often do we pay attention to the things that are said? In other words: are we getting Shookie or are we getting flat in how we communicate?
Studies suggest that as a society we are talking less to each other but more through the projection of social media. We got a long way to go, but we are closer to the destination when we condense what we are saying. Getting lost in the sauce means saying things that may not be registered. However, the beauty of a question is that it stands to expect a reply. We don’t always have the proper answer, but the search for meaning carries throughout our longing to find out.
Recurring reasons provide enough evidence to suggest – what was there all along was JUST around the corner. We use symbols and parallels (parables even) to help explain our points in clever ways. We don’t always “get through”. Sometimes we have to Zoom, Inwardly.
Do you often find yourself rewinding past conversations? How often do we miss the various ‘signs’ people are giving? Ever heard someone say “that would be like saying XYZ” or “that was a red flag…”. Everything in conversation is a symbol but at the same time, nothing should be taken too seriously.
I created these scripts in the effort of acknowledging the various ways we are in conflict yet in harmony with one another. It’s a comedy! It was also a challenge to myself to do something different yet familiar.
(THERE’S A JUSTIFICATION FOR ANYTHING THAT’S THE REAL RIDDLE! HAHA!)
So, What’s the point of all the scrips? The conversation? The chatter in the background? Why are you reading? WHY AM I WRITING? To these questions – the answer remains that:
“Some are willing to unravel the parallel.”
*This project was created using 3 tools of productivity (excluding imagination)*
Audacity (Free Online Program)
Tascam DR-05 (Audio Recorder)
Laptop (But of course)
I don’t have much but what I had was enough to make this! Riddle Me that!? It’s my hope you can get something out of it. ❤
Picture it: An elastic trampoline stretched on a very wide surface. You were just dropped down from a high story – you fall down. By the time you reach the bottom – you’ll be jolted at such rapid speed, you’re sure to fall down and repeat the same process but only going higher and HIGHER!
It’s like that for me right now. I’m on the wheels of something that is moving with such high speeds of velocity. “For it was written / It’s been said / I prepared for this”
“When you walk around braced for impact, you’re dramatically decreasing your chances. Your chances to avoid the outcome you fear, your chances to make a difference, and your chances to breathe and connect.“
HERE IS A REMINDER:
There ain’t nothing to fear. Sometimes you gotta bounce on 10. Shuffle a bit to the left and cuff your chin. When things are looking bright – surely everything feels all right. To look out is to see what isn’t there but will begin to be.
The cat is out of the bag and now we can turn the corner at the shadows. What’s there? A helpless leap that may encounter darkness or fantastical groove? You never know what may lead you into your next expedition. To steady wish for the page to turn only complicates initiative.
Outdated doesn’t mean it can’t be upgraded. You just need to refresh the page sometimes *or delete everything*. It’s a cause for celebration to experience upgrade that doesn’t cost anything.
None of us are too far away from the charm of the bounce.
When you’re bouncing, you’re in a multi-functional groove – yet you’re still capable of being charmed through the revelatory smiles found on strangers. A moment of engagement is dancing on freedom hills! I got the picture now of it is not of modern design. It has an abstract but geometric lens.
Don’t mind my explanations, I’m just carried away by the groove of the bounce. 😀
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 