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?)
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
This poem is a four message poem, listen with the intent to get through. you may need to listen /read it slowly. you may need to listen to it 3 times. it’s poetry but it does make sense if your rhyme is aligned, blessings!
shining brightly, electrifying me to the frame of your name. bursting from the seams : with explosive ultralight beams, you buzz me intoxicatingly, into your illuminations. charcoal stained stations overflow the crevices of my every location. passcodes bypassed. firewalls lambast. space and time. place and mind. who knows what can be, framed as Illuminati?
this is for the superstars forgotten near and afar : performing with microphones dripped in ice – costumes sparkling nice, right before the cocktail’s crow thrice. now already invalidated, the trash bags have been consolidated. saving up the space for more waste! helping them to share the light in front of the sleeping face. by lifting their weight and carrying their excess stone. when dreams seek for a familiar place to roam. as the bee parades the succulent nectar, so should we become the adjacent collector. storing what is gained, from the flower and the tree & then releasing it via truth to power {dialectically}.
right as you heard the BOOM – i aligned my chakras in tune with the new moon. hoping to be at the right place, just in time for lines to trace, me right back to the bass, that’s been plucked. a funk note so obtuse, it commanded your body on the 2 & 4 to get loose! there you went; wishing to be seen glistening like the sheer blue sky, clouds accenting the pallets, gloriously from on high. like water for chocolate but instead chocolate for oat milk. may your stream be smooth like silk. it is both from : the emergence of the wise and the not knowing; that the ever glowing, pages will assert themselves done, just as the sun rises with no refusal of anyone.
ticking by a designated appointment time. each second steadily & frantically reducing : energy’s most reusable prime. engaging negative and positive forces have now lit up the walls. while, coloring the ghetto stalls. like a historic landscape scribbled with graffiti in a gentrified neighborhood, or the house-less person whose intentions are immediately not seen as good. We are advised by the penciled post it note, flowing from the river with political education as our boat : chewing profusely so that indigenous land back knowledge is smoothly passed down our throat. this can appear as a pacifying tragedy of events, if the role in playwright, would pay in dollars but not in sense! interrupted by auditory shatters while the glass falls, it matters as it scatters like an unexpected capitalist exploitive bill torn to tatters. if you’re asking about the chatter, take another squeeze cuz’ it’s sho nuff a lil’ fatter!
when preparation met opportunity – the bee fluently : found it all to be amazing… AH : MAZE. a daze of circular buzzing thought. ranging from what you ought and what they sought, in the search of becoming more clear: the staging of such ‘arrivals’ means planning.
organizing. scheduling. ahead of time. ha, a head of time! one has to imagine, what this head is thinking and if it intends to be drinking? as the springs of capture can lead to the effervescent rapture. in the blink of an eye, all that was soon to be had became land, air, and sea. miseries and reveries all around me, up until buzzed in the ear which answered the call to not fear. ILLUMINATI BOOM BOMB BEE awakening me to remain clever, to stay forward : backwards never! throughout any endeavor!
= BEE BOMB BOOM ILLUMINATI – who knew that the 🐝 could 💣 causing a 💥 , allowing the space for explosive💡illumination?
UNIFORMLY RaNdOmLy in S3arch of Paradise Clarity : THE PHOTOSHOOT! this gives me an opportunity to not say so much (save the captions!) now the photos will do the talking! As shot by Danny L’amour Studios! This is our 3rd photoshoot together (a charm it was) especially after 7 years since the first time we took photos which I used for my poetry album ‘August Feels Like Wednesday‘ in 2015.
Shoutout to Danny, for being such an incredible photographer who KNOWS what to bring out in a photo session. She made me calm and realize the objective I had, could be realized and experienced. This provided a ‘KNEW’ introduction of sorts to who I am and where I am going.
‘WAIT A MINUTE! TyPo Or FaiTh?’ has been in production for a while (released briefly in the fall of 2020 only now to be re-introduced with added context and audio book) It taking full form upon me JUMPING BACK INTO THE FIRE! (Da Souf!) With gas prices going up and with the thick boot of capitalism against our necks? We have no other choice but to organize (within a revolutionary organization) to combat these forces against the advancement of humanity.
These ‘Ism’s’ exist to continue the myth that we’re unable to do anything. However, we can radicalize our ideas about the structure of society and inform ourselves via a historical analysis. We can’t do it alone y’all!! here’s to adhering to a unified mission to fight for our lives!
Part 1: BUTTONS : buttons are blessings and they are like the passengers but instead of ‘gas’ all you need to ‘pass’ is a needle (a vehicle / medium) containing the energy to sustain. needle, thread, and a ‘knot’ is all it takes for the button to remain.
full shot including fanta urange sneakers & yellow hello socks !“ eye got two pens & they’re both friends!”glancing via thread-mancing’look n’ book!here : the invitation couldn’t be more clearerlandscape, water & armamentariummathematical process
Part 2: THREADS : Kaleidoscopic. All Colors! Rainbow. Pan. Across. Energy which can’t be contained Like blood it must flow, otherwise it will pile up and clout. And we all know what that’s about! (it ain’t good) Thus: it must Flow… in this i know!
Multi-Colored Veins7 Quest Held Firmtattoos? to be continued….spiral confessions RaNdOmLy…U R & R Ushoutout to ‘calluses’ as the faithful company to my sewing hands …
Part 3: SYMBOLS : Clear in its meaning and shape. Connecting with relatable interpretation drape. Blank space. Open. Vast. willing to outlast to engage and lambaste.
birthing kaleidoscopically…Hand Over Headtree limbs shaking ‘Knew Oil Leans’ (coming soon!grace to face *in every space*together unified inside held natured foundation hand & hand, do you understand?
i have a reply but i’m unable to share it i got a word but i’m thinking you’re unable to bear it! that’s to say ; this word can climb trees : this word will get you to confess on your knees ! like a fox searches for prey I’m traveling by stealthy feet hoping my capture will widen and greet all of the variations of foods supply, are written true & tasty in my mind’s eye!
i dare not hide the notion that exceeds your ocean !!! rocking and waving, for all the discs playing (in stereo) by the love we’re saving. arriving at a point to say, SCREAM, & rElAy! it’s to no dismay : even with a sad & hardened heart, the response of the shadows, honor light at the first start even when the ‘aims’ do not fully chart…
🤔😕🧐😟😐🤨
popping tums for my stomach ‘ummm’s’ pausing where the growls meet a pregnant wonder so that my thoughts might strike like thunder and the meaning to believe: reaches you : so that you are rescued from drowning under
my heart is beating all at once trying to discover why the race has slurred my visions blurred i wanna know i’m trying gas is expensive, so like the squirrel i’m flying from the sacred antediluvian tree, to the smell of tropical fruits and smoked brie as we walk on native indigenous lands,may our wills be set to struggle and UNDERSTAND!
i’m just remembering to write down what i’m assigned // aligned to do. dedication to the pen is a thrill oftentimes neglected. we don’t even give much time to everything we’ve done. while looking back at the things i’ve done, i still remain in jubilation at the many spaces made to continue advancing a better world.
whatever that looks like for my history. where the future resides. how i’ve come / coming / came to the terms of the spiritual world and the deep dividing of who is what & where meets there at the crossroads…
“until i find my answers, i’ll surround myself with dancers… & i must go & i must go alone you can’t call me on the telephone…”
it’s so many thoughts i have to get through. most of which i’ve only began to scratch. i am committed to redeeming these notions because it’s where i’m found. my heart is breathing steadily and it making me an outlier.
a present alien to foreign ground. it’s my awakening. the beast and flower passing into a truthful power. being strong in disagreeing. the seeing and the flowers of believing. i’ve done many things and now is a time for organizing of every material reality. so that i can see! i’m ready to jump in the 🔥FIRE🔥 and ignite the wire while being fit with a deserving attire.
asé to all the ancestors!
Moon and Sun : resourceful and remorseful is the cry when requirements have been unreached. making a speech to the pupils who are soon capable to teach. yet, always remaining a student and in study of the rule, whereby change constantly occurs. uncovering this answer with jotted lines of smooth but rough stirs.
the pencil is a treasured friend. in it – I can erase with pace the mistakes that are to surely take place. + an ASMR luxury, with mechanical ease, the pencil also sharpens the ears with a delicate breeze. unlike the pen or permanent sharpie : one does not have to outdo the lines with scribble (though the dribble can be one of an honorable threaded typo) leading us into the fate of a pristine date!!! (ain’t that gr8?)
shoutout to the etc of embroidery threads
extension……to be acknowledged in the silence. a retreat festering deep. my soul seeking to be at a place of ‘SEEING THINGS AS THEY ARE’ weighing it all. transforming. honing into the knew me. harmonizing the conscious and unconscious.
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 mansion of complaints were stapled to my HeAdBoArD. i tried to understand it all, but i was fLoOrEd! thus: i opened up my ReFriGeRaToR, only to be harassed by an iNvEsTaGaToR it started with the avocado then onto the exposed chicken bReAsT! soon the yogurt, onions and the ReSt! the bacteria came again to sTiNg : only this time with a stinky zInG. at once i was interrogated why i left open the edges around the sEaL!
“yooo! you left me open, like a forgotten token!” (at aldi’s)
“you promised last time, you wouldn’t allow my fate to be set to pEeL!” screamed the pepper-jack cHeEsE: in protest of the sudden sQuEeZe around its GiRd. the sauerkraut was soon to utter a WoRd // until i completely regarded any of their complaints as AbSuRd! here’s to now starting oVeR – no longer shall i remain victim to an unlucky four leaf cLoVeR! ALL of you shall become a freshly made CoMpOsT RoAsT, so that at least this way, the soil will favor no longer your spoiled body, but your mineral GhOst!
the things i wished to do, i no longer care for the places i wanted to travel, i can’t see as reasonable any more is it because the covid numbers are spiking up? or the doors which refuse me by slamming shut?
i wanna cry but don’t know why i’m blanked in space trying to rectify my face i’m feeling numb, sad, and displaced feeling alone in a ‘home’ that does not belong to me wishing to paint with lens carefully and responsibly
while, cutting off those thrills which made it easy on my heart i rather now be torn apart by the very thing that’s eating me inside it’s unnamed, unable to be framed, and thrives by the constant rain that is to say : my crying tears are attempting to unmask my fears
although: stuck in a rut of staggering associations befuddled by contradictory operations seeking for a friend, but instead suddenly briefed by an online stranger that this too will soon end
without a sight to see what’s really wrong or a voice to sing in harmonic song having the very least, while the beast inside still demands a feast! consuming everything at the dinner table so that the unbelievable can be told as a fable
“did you see them eating all that cake? filling their stomach like algae would a lake! they probably wouldn’t feel that way – if they were the ones who had to make, all of which would soon be left to take!”
but: it’s a lot different when you’re behind an emotional wheel seeking to safely heal & when the transportation to feel is left to squeal
if grief had a thief, would it take like a lake? or would it restore in its proper place : salty to fresh waters which trace back to grace?
are you in need of an algorithmic foundation? one that is far away from frustration? if by tending to your garden, weeds sprout from the forgotten edges, to the root stained grout… how will you be able to frame the name for an achievable aim?
(discipline and process) is in need of a [protected] structure to stay alive – to guard against the ticks on the dog, passing by – which were deprived from on high as seeds were picked by the birds in the sky, they dropping mites, worms and fleas & with a sudden breeze, for a moment: activity stops with a sneeze.
thus, recognition is in need of a lay down. a written recollection providing memory and context to what can be found. When the sense became NON (nonsense) : this propelled the LAWN to yield green pastures at dawn, otherwise reaction or revolution – will push the glass to fall… the answer to that call : is one that writes lines while connecting grapes to vine.
og art piece in the middle (originally conceptualized in 2015) it took 7 years to finalize!
time through rhyme *ELEMENTS OF MATERIAL : ARISE!* despite the size, the measured bowl of calculating expense – makes you wash and rinse as it’s all coming through: due to many silent hills (which may thrill) BUT UPON INSPECTION OF THIS RIDDLED CIRCUMSTANCE? HA!~ WHY NOT BE ABOUT THAT DANCE! with the slick bounce of the beat, get caught dancing in the grocery store and then off to the street!
for when the groove makes its way to the belly way below: a deep BLUE beyond makes the rain obtain favors that seek to know: where’s the drip coming from? whether the ceiling is cracked (with mold) or the floor is a bacteria cafeteria…(a slimy situation irrespective of how old) the hysteria acts like bliss: if you’re so willing to kiss the hiss found when you dismiss!
sentiment aside: I rather abide _ in a motion that is fast and slow_ so that I can glow! I’ve been chased by the darkness night trying to fight by the guiding of a righteous light it’s right by the signature of one’s might! that is to say: according to their will! by not laying still… but moving onward and forward: carrying a candle with our dessert sandals! cuz’ it’s all too hot to handle!’
When the nonsense became clear: this excited the lawn to yield green pastures to revere… by scheduling ahead we avoid conflict to appear, writing onto calendar script, alarming the appointment as to not be overbooked or whipped!
if you ain’t looking to be flipped 🖕🏾: structure your lawn to a dial, which honors your period beyond the trial. This will make the planting and growing cycle worth your while.
it is cuz’ it has been and will be just as it must return
like a boomerang burned with dragon teeth fangs, it’ll cut with fire like an electrified barbed wire
slicing your attire exposing your repentance of skin and flame… in aim to frame, what exactly is that ‘AFRICAN’ name?
“I’m on my way back home!”
“really? without me, how did you get a ticket so fast?”
-___-
I mean I’m going back to the house!
Ha, ha,
I swore you were a mouse!
Except I caught them packaging the cheese, with a request for MORE PLEASE! a little like a tease, but with a swift breeze, I hereby grant you the keys :::
to return back to the zone whereby you are closer to home in spirit and mind.
don’t go blind to the sound, extend in reach of the palindrome : (remembering not just from the dome) but also the written word.
*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!
*this was a poetic piece I created for IGF (Irreducible Grace Foundation) in collaboration with Ms. Jane and Dr. D : they both helped me to reach into that place within me – to convey sincerity and honesty through the power of breathing amidst the search of discovering who I am… this is the poetic piece I wrote out describing who I am. it has typically been difficult for me to name specifics of who I am but now, I am more assured in the discovery of ‘what’s in a name’ that I have no reason to be ashamed. blessings y’all! ❤ *
i am : Arican. who like most of us, were raised on colonized and stolen lands. (If not in location, in mind bands )
i come from : radical and religious sentiments! an environment which reinforced to me that my questions : were far too deep! that my interrogations of life’s contradictions were far too steep! The church, the Bible, and the Holy Ghost was our daily bread and butter, because if not in the name of Jesus – every other voice? could stutter!
Weigh The Minute! Typo Or Faith?
when you look at me: you see – brown skin, large buttons, and thick locks of hair – they’re not dreadlocks, that would imply they’re dreadful and they’re not. you will also see, your own confirmation biases, but ULTIMATELY what you see are scattered remnants of survival.
When I look in the mirror : I see a man attempting to advance a better world through struggle and the sharing of joy through creation and revolutionary politics. I see a window at odds with dialectical history // worlds interlocked unfolding, the deeper and reachable mystery.
Uniformy & RaNdOmLy : in Search of Paradise Clarity!
What you don’t see is : a man seeking to heal trauma that has flustered me. My ‘First & longest relationship was with someone who used the language of love but never matched practice with theory. I was 18, freshly graduated from high school : ready to move to another country to escape the command & rule.
I get stressed out : when I neglect to see what has been proven to be within me. when in stress, my will is often a mess out at every express, I soon begin to digress. All of these things and more can be the case, which is why instead i take a pause ______ and breathe, to make space.
Itake care of myself by: breathing within and remembering the various tools i have for access. Just as sewing and writing pens are tools of connection : so is breathing. i like to breathe using the 4 for 4 method.
4 4 4
Take 4 seconds to INHALE (through your nose) HOLD your inhale at the top for 4 seconds Take 4 seconds to EXHALE (through your mouth)
*4 counts in between each breathe !*
when you take deep breath it activates the vagus nerve – sending a message to yo brain that you are calm..
we win when we breathe from within. There is no end, only the will to perpetually transcend! whether your at 0 or 10 – i recommend, you find that space and begin.
::: “i say this to you, so that you know that : ACCESS is from within, when placed in an uneasy or stressful situation, remember that you have the tools and can get to that place of healing and rest.”
i often use this tool when i am stressed about something i can’t easily each or obtain. this technique is often used in combat – to calm the fighter before and after a situation. May you find it useful in any stressful situation!
shall we talk it over, or discuss the matter in silence?
or are you for a government ran by the people, or the system promoting self-reliance?
you know what they say : you can do it on your own!
you ain’t gotta look for home: neither should you ask for help, especially when in need.
SUCK IT UP, don’t cry, just go untreated until your left to bleed!
flesh left open like a party inviting every kind of friend, family, and stranger, which inevitably attracts danger!
cuz’ all them people were gathered in one space : but if not guided by a common grace or principle, their concern is far more scattered and unorganized.
thus, for the people to arise – democratic centralism must be the measure which assures their size!
may our prayers bear knowledge to the ongoing science and emotional feeling.
this type of prayer is an invitation for higher and neutral healing.
to face the very material struggle found in all living beings.
it’s a matter of principally looking in, from within _ examining those contradictions which nonetheless appear as fiction DRESSED in various dictions.
I needn’t recite every line that comes to mind, however it is irrefutably clear – that their lies a wrestle between two opposing forces here and near.
How we confront and deal with one another requires us to call out the whereabouts of FEAR!
depending on the angel / angle, one may misplace the word intended to get to what’s true!
by each clue – may w3 all get through!
When the scenery becomes the garden greenery which enhances the vibration sensation.
what will fill the gap between the bridge that is passed, how can one gather with all they’ve amassed?
Without risking the loss of what they carried, the options are truly unvaried.
going to the ever-turning passage of spitted approval.
as judgements and skeptical glancing seek replacement and removal.
the romancing of the desired beat is to treat a furnished symphony.
for when the kangaroo wishes to land upon a higher stand, because their hump encourages their jump !
how closely do connections cross and feelings tread?
will this interaction be contained or will it spread?
likewise: fungi and real disguised lies, are perplexed in front of truth-seeking eyes.
may we be truthful to the solution, which soothes us to rely on an idealogical foundation and shape ourselves to the real malleable clay.
this is to no dismay.
for when closer to the tears.
and when the mirror reveals all of those spent years…
the pieces are stolen and hidden, returning concerns back to the vendor.
until the push of splendor revitalized the colors left on cluttered tables and midnight fables – convincing that you return to the feeling that left you kneeling….
even at the throne of mercy – you felt deserving of pain.
while being caught in the pouring rain…
you were then released from the choke holds, of spiked ambitions.
your attention would only become knotted and tangled like a geometric spider web.
by thinking you could reach the ebb without the flow, the truth of knowing the invisible structures which are principalities in high places.
when running faces meet the math belonging to shape and angle, the angel once more appears as a lesson to revere.
you did not see it coming, so you ran away.
into a place no one could say?
until you came right back open and barren – as an empty cup intended to be filled to the brim.
although tightly held with muscle and limb – the hour glass slipped from your hands with all the speckles of sand, the sound was as a thunderous command!
for when it shatters it matters because it reaches across all the hard surfaced floor
one can reach the door while answering the bell, for it swells deep in the midnight and afternoon pale.
a noise awakening one to the division of sound and stillness…
disrupting sleeplessness, which was diagnosed as a formidable illness.
the capitulation belonging to the CAPITALIZATION of interests belonging only to the select few? recognizes a RaDiCaL REVOLUTION, which informs scientifically, the work that is left for us to do!
PARADISE CLARITY is the conceptual statement in which poetry and symbolic gestures comes through : to the reader by random and uniform means. It has been divided into 7 Volumes (Years) Starting from ‘Z’ (2020) To A (2013). THIS IS A 460 PAGE JOURNEY! Most of these writings were available online via blog posts, videos, and other forms of multi-media but never given the full moment to be absorbed as a whole. Whether you choose to RaNdOmLy or uniformly flip through the pages : the search to get to transparent destination is open to whichever destination you find most useful!
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Blessings!
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20 minutes and 44 seconds, you ain’t gotta watch me. just play! ❤
what is ‘paradise’ if not for the s3arch for transparent understanding!
i’ve randomly been writing poems and symbolic gestures starting back to 2013 – in this collection of writings you’ll be able to s3arch through the many ramblings of my mind! i’ve spoken about everything from : SPIRITUALITY , food, and dREaMs & ThEir WaKiNG LiFe CoNtRaDiCtIoNs!
reading my own words have been a revelatory insight into the reason i began to seek higher understanding. it all began in early 2013 after leaving a relationship that had significantly transformed my ‘Process’ of what understanding looks like.
many o’ times, i thought i KNEW FOR SURE what i was going through. only to soon realize, my eyes missed the lies passed right in front of me. it took being told the same thing by close friends, family, and strangers for me to somehow think i was getting through…
UNTIL : I WAS LOOPED BACK INTO BACK INTO A THE WIRE! a GPS programmed to a circular circumference! here i was // saying – i got it, this time! i didn’t have the proper correlation or the education which comes with learning about love but also LIVING with someone whose narcissism is cloaked onto them, similarly to how a robe can cover a pulsating throb.
i didn’t see what was ahead of me because i didn’t realize : RaNdOmLy…the same begins with a name not belonging to a disposition of shame. IT TOOK 8 YEARS * & some change* for me to GET THROUGH!
i was searching for ‘X’ – the unknown but yet known ; cycles of stained decoration, left me in constant hesitation. refusing to move on, assuming i’d become the same pawn – set adjacent to the queen who would guess that ‘chess’ was better played if it ALL was made into a beautiful & toxic Mess!
PARADISE CLARITY has shown me out of the deepest enclaves – i can reach to understanding through the work without feeling the need to justify every correlation that led me to ‘Y’ = ‘X’ has occupied so much of my figuring out. throughout all the years and tears wherein i feared – ever knowing the peace of being alone. believing that ‘home’ – could be understood distant and way out overseas. now i see it all began with me…
^^^
except it’s not just ‘U’ but the ancestors who have always paved the path! one can easily do the math : they told you that it was a hard to do! that numbers and shapes couldn’t be understood by you! but that’s a damn lie – one can try. to reach a higher place ! where grace is already marinating in space!
THE S3arch is how one may get through! (uniformly or RaNdOmLy)
FINALLY releasing this has also allowed me to MOVE ON AND AWAY – from the pains and gains which left me bound to reason (& seasonal treason) against the truth that deeply remains.
herein my celebration, salvation is retained !
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it’s already been talked about! (& not for clout!) BUT heard of and made stable! (cuz’ the will to come through has been matched able!)
it’s hot! but, hell is hotter than this! it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss! if not, for the kiss? i’d be remiss… to not add water to the pot! a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!
it must carry over via boat , bicycle, or range rover! as long as the theme is put to focus! or else, hocus pocus? with regard to the fleeting attention : it would be absolutely paramount of a mention! for getting through is to also recognize the invisible CLUE! this is why, the eye continues to spy and the hand signals a command…
the plight of such reverie may send one n2 a deeper sleep in search of hidden treasury the enclosed notion which has kept me at bay to the ocean, is one that has been built by the dream indeed : this memory is not what it seems cuz by the actual suffering of a heat stroke, the gestures of the sun’s brush has alerted me woke!
the sweat dripping down my skin? is enough to fill an ocean encouraging one to deep dive and swim! turning our eyes into the waterfall of surprise !
it’s hot! but, hell is hotter than this! it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss! if not, for the kiss? i’d be remiss… to not add water to the pot! a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!
could this be : THE HYPE? a measurable sensation found in the swipe? when the up and down wishes to be found by a glaring animation – sparks begin to fly over the packed out station!
the readiness of the fashionable affair was declared imminently urgent, tho curtailed for the washer was out of laundry detergent. so, instead of being dressed with conceptual and stitched made apparel, it was assumed the instruments should firstly be made sterile
everybody’s supposed to be a certain type? Ha, according to the hype! the wizard is forever beholden to their pipe! said the smoker, who believed the hype! the hardware was made soft and unable to properly function thus soon inviting the technician to work on this much needed junction! but while attempting to stripe each light, the day could no sooner find the night. grapes belonging to the vine deserve to be plucked and eaten when fully ripe! said the greedy fox who was once more fooled by the hype!
it’s hot! but, hell is hotter than this! it’s a knot – ignorance is touted as bliss! if not, for the kiss? i’d be remiss… to not add water to the pot! a flame to burn – a candle to return, and a fire to rehire & fuel the stubborn mule!
my eyes roll like dice, scattering probabilities spiced! the cost of a gamble? is scratching my head as i ramble !
whatever to the never, ‘cuz it’s not like IT intended on ever really coming through ( at least, FOR YOU)
their languished, weary confusion, was then re-billed to my mirrored delusion! i can either pay it, or let it go, overdraft? after which, the picture and frame would both laugh !
‘cuz what a scene that would be, ha – to portray : my dismay, on the table of their concern? i much rather burn!!! until i’m left crusted from the flickering flame... fire, plants, art decorpeeling away at this smoke and ash – forgiveness is requesting to come to pass, but i’m too stubborn to ever remember, that my preference for Spring is not tantamount to your December!
so i choose to remove myself like a fly, chilling against the wall.
but if you were close to my ear, i wouldn’t dismiss your call. neither, would i smash at the annoyance of your disposition. irrespective of how preciously, you may regard that ‘position’.
i shutter to believe : we could shoulder next to the grudge ‘cuz it wouldn’t be long until we succumb to the nudge but, by storing my memories to your ghost? i’ve relinquished our odds to the abyss and uttermost!
looking to find all of the buttons scattered within my mind…
(some reside in the odd corner of 3 n’ 9)
the rest are vacant by 2 n’ 6 with open even tricks
annnnyyyywayyyssss
anyways….
as many suspicions rely on a freaky obscenity
shoulders are then encouraged to shuffle with amenity
shrugging against the monster which urged them to undress
a fear which quickly transformed their compress
anyways…
now the steam is reasonably provoked & mean
cuz the command was found boiling hot
strings then, wired and tied into a frustratingly difficult knot!
ANYWAYS, this is : THE GREAT BIG ESCAPE! also known as tHe gRaPe & DiP sHaPe, but more clearly understood to be as when one’s gate is rigged against, its fate!
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 ❤
current waves are alike to the days, which came before counting backward and ahead – left to bore :
years, months, weeks, days , minutes, hours, seconds,
all moving towards ‘seven‘ but missing the goal post of ‘ heaven ‘ Ummm, Eh, …
what must one do, when realizing they have not gotten through? when theCLUELESS BLUE**wanders between they andyou. how can onegluethe pieces torna part , if they can no longerchart : on a scale in which magenta andcyancould vow to SIGH AND…
repeat a promise of :SILENCED WAVES…. RUPTURED through the crushingDAYS STILL capable to amaze if not trapped by a cyclicalHAZE
Vowing to a silentPHASE as current waves are like the days that came before counting ahead and backward – left to bore
seconds, hours, minutes, days, weeks, months, years,
all missing towards ‘seven‘ but moving the goal post to‘heaven’
a vow of sCiEnCe –
wherein data stands in AlLiaNcE
with the truth of what can be made more CLEAR
so that the ‘sigh‘ may revere *as opposed to FEAR* YA HeAr?
this writing has scheduled me captive a release of this feeling, caging me adaptive : to all of the colors of misery left to display. (you can expect nursery rhymes, idioms, and fantasy – hooray!) these tones and fixtures dressing my shadows are compromised by a flaunting spark. it flickers like a flame but the accountancy checks, marks? are signed by a fraudulent name! to what end does this despair carry? unspoken abbreviations which can no longer tarry… the marriage of the dichotomy between liquid and gas prompts offspring of the physical and spiritual heir to come to past.
everywhere, n’ everything started to sing people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a RING! a chance to be answered by sweaty and out of breath dancers – fancying the occasion, to respond to this decadent persuasion. in which all NOUNS had to recite their lines, up beat, crushed, & entwined !
but, instead of facing the consequences truly, their cowardice became unruly. outside of the inside and around the down and found – traveling at a speed where their nebula can reach before the flashlight could click. right before, my feet met slick like an x – rated flick now there’s a drip providing a spiral confession : wherein this tale reads as my succession everybody readily ‘revels’ at the bounce. a party filled with jello and colorful hellos. it would be seen as circumstantial- to not undress and dismantle. so here’s to the cutting – right to the chase – windows perplexed and mirrors gone to waste. a price of vanity, is an impending transaction. these muscular trophies, have been attained through repetitive tension. filled with cyclical-calendar-commitments-reimbursing-the-worked out-pension. here are a few, (commitments) which make due : turtles n’ gloves. rubrics n; doves. magic and mind. candy at influx with rhyme. calories and added fat. mistakes and cute cats. soothing the reminder of yesteryear, reminding very clear as to what it means to be free. a collective university, wherein the masses accompany – in struggle and in harmony!
for..
many are displaced. figuring out what caused their mind to go ace. stricken from the eyes – passionate lullabies. tread with light feet. colorful slides? mesmerized! roasted junctions in heat as the sun turns to direction of the west a light recurs to test! a bedazzling agent provocateur, inviting lace scented webs stringed to allure.
shall i continue or go on? back when, n’ again…
everywhere, n’ everything started to sing people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a THING!
singing tunes of the clown and a smile that became a frown! not all answers went down. some went around. others came to only fly. i could try. but i can’t explain the withering refrain
for..
the pedigree of my registry left me aligned with a succulent pleasantry i’m hungry cuz my motions have been left starved as structures became carved medicine was then pulverized to escape the large n’ embodied surprise cuz that pill? was built ill!
everywhere, n’ everything started to sing people, places, n’ ideas, signaled a RING!
it is a historical fact! that the story has been played like an act ! there’s indeed a synopsis and sequel … but the characters and setting are not equal !
troubled is the fragrance that left me stained reminded, tossed, inactive remains? spiked n’ chained ! i wish to train the cross left for me to bear the markers are legislated : docile and unfair
it is a historical fact! that the lines are studied, written, & tracked! there’s indeed a subject and plot … but the producer failed at hiring the director’s slot !
whose forrest is being destroyed and whose lawn is in need of finely cut grass? besides the mercenaries who only seek to exploit the working class? BUT we’re kicking the glass so that it may fall for this sound is a recall that the shattering deposition of restricting forces may withstand even within an arid and calloused land/hand
it is a historical fact! that the story has been cracked! there’s indeed hammers, screws, and drills …. but the complex is yet incomplete, exempt from all the thrills!
we’re pumped y’all! ! cuz we’ve already been captured by a blood sucking thief thus, certainly there’s no peace of mind or bodily relief when in war – one can not simply refuse the score only until the pedals and bullets are scattered on the floor will the meaning of such sacrifice bum-rush the door
it is a historical fact! that the story has been stacked! one coming in after the other, now the room is packed! there’s indeed a selling point and central theme one in which may create a distraction or a humorous meme ….
turn on the lights!
escaping my window frame is a horizontal gaze,
extending itself onto a perpendicular praise.
the numbers outweigh
the substance and sway.
tho ‘the dough’ is rolling on by cylinder finesse.
by wood crafting, but the ghost of sawdust is no mans fool.
this tool,
is blunt with dull edges, yet it does chop.
from bharal to
bunny hop –
distance merely invites a motion or silent still
both of which can move a mountainous hill
further above, beyond and predictably ahead….
inquiring neighbors lounge, the graveyard of the dead.
though, the sprinkler system alarms the yawn to spawn a reactive measure,
set adjacent to the milk, honey, & pleasure
it is by outdated refrain,
i have foreseen the capable and much needed dream.
by neon surprise, this sleep has counted my weary and western eyes – however, the food has expired where there are now fruit flies.
sweet and stingy cuz i’ve survived the reaction which reckons with pickup and sorted decay. awakening my languid latitudes by drifting with the longitudes which have left me fed as prey.
yes, my hostage is hostile and unkept
by stratified emotions in which Jesus Wept.
aLl Of My ScRiBbLeS???
dRriBbLe !!!!
through the language of many sounds.
echoes and whispers which arouse my ears with devotional candles and incense.
assuring a moving dissipation to condense.
i’m drawn with a holy supplication – errors now joined with practiced theory.
So what if : the marks of progress are torn by eternal struggle and engulfed dreary?
the ancestors have empowered me to soften my hands to their stone – the vow is kept and made home,
despite imperialist forces set to cast us alone.
the work continues to service my spirit ready for war. hands and feet, thickly covered with blood and tar. safeguarded by tactical drones and made stable by a dichotomized satellite
we shall soon gain our second sight !
bringing the masses closer to liberty and peace
the awakening bells provide a feast
wherein all fears and inhibitions can surcease !
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’sOBVIOUSLYmade their purses cLuTcH – preferring to go dUtCh instead of paying one BilL. (*this indeed gave them time to KiLl) Pursesonally? Obviously!it was not that the PERSONALLY’s were so OBVIOUSLYChEaP! 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 DiSpLaY – OBVIOUSLY 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.
p.s
this is also dedicated to Moon Child, she and eye are often ALWAYS PERSONALLY or OBVIOUSLY something : D
these two poems are collaborative efforts : the first portion was created by the one and only Sylina Black! she’s a favorite writer of mine *not to mention – PERSON and best friend!* she managed to come up with this in very little time. she stirred the motions in the little information I gave her outside of the title. It flowed and struck a match to the very fire I needed to bring out the rest. may you find something of merit and thought from it.
In a lone world Where the whole world Is not the sole world, Queen Hypothetical reigns supreme. A land where fantasy meets reality, Queen Hypothetical is allowed to dream. And in those dreams, creation fills a void otherwise unmet, What if’s and possibilities run free, unrestricted, solely for the Queen, and yet, In this lone world there lived a young duke , Who would not allow possibility to go unexplored. He would not allow anyone to suffocate his dreams, no Queen nor King, Lady or Lord. Day and night he’d dream, sharing his adventures with no one, Fully aware of what the Queen had done. Traipsing through the land that the Queen had called her own. He found that in this land, the what if’s had only grown. In love with the power of creation, The ability to imagine if things happened only the way she’d seen, Queen hypothetical outlawed exploration of the dream – Barring her subjects from visiting.
– Sylina Denise
lashes as long as the century, some of them fell into the penitentiary!
for what is the worth of a memory, which longs to be retrieved?
the profoundness of that experience, is what causes lamentation to the bereaved !
her eye lashes were as long as the century!
*jailing her hair cells into a penitentiary!*
that’s a hunnit (not a hundred – a hunnit!) years – of lashes and flashes!
for, many of her hair strains , would often and randomly fall into her eye.
thereby, prompting her brain to spy.
for she needed to remove the burning itch inside.
she knew she had to enlarge her pupils far and wide!
she by blinking – always made sure her subjects never stopped thinking!
day by day – swaying throughout the Winter and May.
for every season, she remained with a reason.
Queen Hypothetical or King Heretical?
The measures of possibility drawn – excites the spawn to yawn.
when it comes to kings, queens, and everything in between – the state of royalty can begin to be seen:
indifference is now made ‘qualified’ by the subjugation of the rulers of this nation.
rulers which set measurements of potential realized fiction!
though the lines appear straight, the path of least resistance is not too shy from affliction.
a hypothetical equation? may fancy a decadent persuasion!
can one still crumble as the words falter and begin to mumble?
endless are the seas that begin with the question!
for the search is indeed dressed as ‘HYPE’ and the aesthetics of every queen, king, and everything in between is worn through every impression.
queen hypothetical makes expression, the lesson of any and every imagined possibility.
this may serve to remove us from the gaze of docility.
for all that can be known – floating seems to be the only option when you’re in the sea of interrogatives. you’ll never land because there is no seat in the game of life. ain’t no couch or love seat. there is only ascension to go higher. when you start to read about the rules of the game, if you’re taking the game serious, you’ll be motivated to change your tactics and plan.
knowledge is a tool and one that is given to us freely if we open our hands. the state of knowing is a process, but it is what you do with the knowledge which transforms your state of being.the key to swimming is floating but to do this you must be comfortable with the water. i was afraid of water since childhood, because i had a few occasions where i nearly drowned. i would float on poor floatation devices and always landed in the water struggling for air.
it was Bruce Lee who said: “Be like water, my friend.”
water flows and water goes // where? who knows!
the idea of being settled in certainty can be very demanding. as water keeps going and flowing – an eternal destination can seem confining. it’s commonly accepted that knowledge is power, and power should be fun! superheroes are fascinating and appealing because of the special ability they have which transcends the barriers we are commonly subjected to. superheroes can fly. blast into a sudden telekinesis. become invisible for a spell.
this is power. power endowed to them with the strength to defeat whatever may come their way. yet, something this powerful can’t be taken too seriously. it must also be fun. although, when having too much fun, people tend to think you can’t possibly be serious as well. why is this? why can’t we have fun and maintain knowledge at the same time? when i found this new wave of knowledge of floating people started to think i lacked morals and principles. i’d constantly be told that people were praying for me because i lost my way.
every school of thought has their own perimeters with their specific laws, uniforms, and ethics. even those who profess ‘free thought’ still seem to have a rubric about how free your thinking can go. as free as i believed myself to be – i still restrained myself and put on a different uniform of thought. how different can we be when we still borrow the same tools our ancestors have passed down to us? a change of course can appear as life changing if you never gave it much thought previously.
Yet, the knowledge of something new doesn’t always guarantee that you’ll stay above the water. While we get out of one box, we place ourselves in another. i have now come to accept that it’s not that we don’t like boxes, we just prefer the boxes WE put ourselves in. If we’re comfortable and content that’s all that matters.
at least, up until the point when we thirst for something new and driven to irritability because it’s tew much!when you come to some uncongenial truths, everything slowly starts to change. This can be an uncomfortable truth. probably a bit more uncomfortable than the results that proved to be of the nature that you preferred.
to be misunderstood or even challenged doesn’t have to mean our demise. ifwe are all encrypted with a special combination of sorts – whose job is it to understand the key? how can a computer know which mode to follow if it did not make the individual choice to respond to the code already established? When you discover life is more nuanced and complex than you believed – you think of all the people you judged and made responsible through your ignorance and misinformation.
maybe they’re floating on a marshmallow cloud? when one can see what they once were – judgement tames like a saucer in the waters. floating because you’ve been filled WIDTH measures beyond what they can see!
while growing up, my grandmother always had a bag of marshmallows around the house. (just because she knew how much i loved them) i could eat a whole bag in a one setting. she taught me how to make rice crispy treats with them. i never quite gave up my fascination for the comfort of a marshmallow! i loved how soft and buoyant they were! they were comfortable and tasty. it’s the one of the only things we can eat that resembles a cloud. much like how marshmallows are capable of resonating with our humor. i crack myself up! nobody gets it but me usually. some say it’s my wit others just think i’m confused. when drawn to the absurd of reason – i find a mellow seat. confused only as it relates to knowledge and where i could potentially go…
here we are: resting on a marshmallow puff of confusion. a pretzel cloud resembling animalized reality and dystopian illusion…
At the heart of confusion tends to be a yearning for the heart to understand what created it in the first place. When you know, you take that knowledge and ultimately create a path towards understanding and then applying that said knowledge. But we already knew that as I’ve already repeated various things by only changing the dress. The tailor remains the same, but different kinds of fabrics, colors, accessories and details add a whole new approach. If already at this point it appears to have gotten redundant because of the same things being said differently – don’t wallow in your confusion. Eat a marshmallow by the fire and get comfortable. If there’s no fire, get comfortable wherever you see fit and allow this comfort to hit the acceptable target of your desires.
1. there’s what is obvious and then there’s what’s true – both of which rely, on a perceived notion: according, to many and thereby just an ocean!
2. + it’s very pacific – beaucoup water be overfilling the glass, kicking all the beaches and lakes ass! i’m talking about one that has a name but nothing short of terrific! could i make it even more oddly specific?!
3. once eye saw a pink rhinoceros reading a thesaurus! i asked : why not read the dictionary instead? “cuz decaying definitions are less savory than cinnamon synonyms + reading for too long is a double dread for my nose-horned head!
4. if you ant’ red? you dead! ya heard what i said?” if not, life will seem desperately more horrific– revelation and elevation, evolving more and more into something that’s oddly specific!
5. ant’ you socialist?’ i’m balling up my fist if you ant’ get my gist!
ant’ you working to bring that plate to everybody’s table?! *you are most certainly able!* hoarding and controlling the goods for a select few – ant’ ever make any one’s due! get a clue!
6. IF YOU AN’T READING – YOU’RE SPEEDING but without a fluorescent END. may your eyes absorb this message and TRANSCEND.
7. This is not a message intending to be weighty or prolific – i aim only to move you closer to something more or less oddly specific!
rhinos and ants read the thesaurus for better understanding…
8. specifically odd but also allowing the heart to nod – to something a bit irregular and somnific.
9. could this sleep allow us to dream? *if by only writing it down we may learn from the rip in the SEAM!*
10. a split honoring our freshly exposed skin – this follows through to a remedy, which could make one perplexed, disturbed, or cause an odd grin.
“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!
when you’re lonely – you’ll search every languid hall for an expired season – bumping into the very reason, which provide no alibi…only treason! as i walked astray, i’ve beaten up the innocent and have accused the elderly fray.
this is a transition, which leaves me on a mission to find the utility. i contemplate whether i should continually swallow, this pill of lonesome arrival?
the system has not yet processed, the last byte of sand that’s been witched! my digital frame belongs to a name, not remembered or savored by fame. although, some scream loudly and capture with fallacious print and distorted light. my feet returns to the outdated announced fight.
here it goes again! wher3? over there – just a little closer to the edge, where i’m already hung up over the ledge. the overwhelming plea of this frequent Kabuki theatre, sends worms onto Shakespeare’s SKIN. the mere speech from these actors, makes the mind THIN!
it’s TEW MUCH! a stew rush! the bowl is full and the servings are plentiful but if i eat any more slowly, it’ll grow cold. a flavor equating to mold, cuz the code is just THAT grotesque. your tongue guaranteeing the taste of the silver screen burlesque!
when you’re lonely – you’ll sit in the rocking chair covered in a heated sweat, crying.wetting the face, which begins to trace, all of those smiles hung up and broken, into a stubborn place.
angles and angelspas(t) around you with present pretense (the future while *dense*) still bribe the clock to rock according, to a tune that is funky, or one to mock!
when the dreary seas brush you into the mush, which cause you to daydream – flush the stream and entertain the obscene! (LIKE JARGON M’BELLISH) then you will be awakened! to the siren inside your head, the remembrance is enough to awaken the dead.
as spirits of old, wander in search of a body to poke – if your bees start leaving, it’ll soon begin to feel like a joke. hocus pocus! did you look twice or not focus? herein is a story : which wears the dress of the clown, with colors magnified featuring whistles, pizzazz, and bells on your gown!
On one breezy sunday afternoon, Jargon M’Bellish had a thirst for spirit. before Jargon left their home – they made sure they had the following items on:
hot pink n blue boho tunic (with greenapple squares on each sleeve.)
bright orange gloves with marshmallows stickers threaded onto them.
royal purple shade trousers with patches of magazine cut outs, featuring various celebrities.
sunglasses with beige fuzziness on the handles!
when, they finally walked out onto the busy downtown street // they presumed critical eyes glancing. they were right! cuz their clothes were so peculiar. *could, Jargon M’Bellish be a distraction to passing pedestrians watching? *one couldn’t readily tell! the presumption thrilled their function. suddenly as if possessed, Jargon M’Bellish jumped 22 times, before spinning in circles, only then proceeding, to kick their right knee in the air and moon walk backwards to their destiny which was only a few blocks away.
*** not long after Jargon M’Bellish was handed their spirits and charms – they suddenly realized they didn’t bring a backpack to hold their spirit. would anyone think of them to be a drunk, while holding the brown paper bag? could that be the explanation for their boisterous behavior previously? would Jargon M’Bellish attempt; such randomized delirium before returning home again? i suppose it depends on the impending desire to be SEEN! ***
cuz when you’re lonely – you’ll scream at every voice thus silencing a life saving choice. again i say, REJOICE! for even, when words are emptied and bleak cities are filled with waste – our feet are scorned to pick up and make haste! : with the time that’s still in the room, although it lives on the ceiling – loneliness steadily pleads for healing.
when we are torn a part but simultaneously structured, our dispositions shake and we remain flustered! our feet must slow down to the yellow mustard! we’ve already stopped at the RED LIGHT, while speeding through GREEN – our vehicles ran out of STEAM.
as one shuffles through the sheets and profiles of the stranger. the destination in front of you, can’t hide from a very imminent danger.
the unusual mystery of the antediluvian tree – yields blurred mirrors screaming :
“DO YOU KNOW me?!” WHY DO YOU FLEE? Do YOU kNOW Thee?!”
with much more added text, crippling my speech to rhyme & flex. a formula is needed to graph where this goes next…
The Parable of Jargon M’Bellish is about what it feels like to be lonely.
JARGON = language that is characterized by uncommon or pretentious vocabulary and consulates syntax and often vague in meaning
M’= MYTHOMANE (🦷) – a person with a strong or irresistible propensity for fantasizing or exaggerating
BELLISH = to enhance / beautify (a statement or narrative) with fictitious additions, to ‘ish’ it up!
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 