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?)
it’s going but it’s coming right through me piercing: like a damned paper cut lemon twist and a salty nut desecrate my pain on the inside overflowing with thoughts, exposing what ought if bought by pride it ain’t nothing but a thing but also a breast, leg, thigh, & a chicken wing the odorless will to create has found its mate by slipping away all day traveling but by a nameless guidance reverting relying on an obscurity bent, found flirting how can we determine whether this is true? my attempt at writing it out : is to find: the second, third, or replicated hue.
i don’t understand? it doesn’t land! did you mean to use that ‘word’ or am i to assume a duplicitous scene? is the grass green or are you intentionally making it ObScEnE? is it supposed to – sound like a train? or more of a melodic morning rain?
tears do not always revere what has been taken away from me. crying from the inside, to embarrassingly : figure out what’s left to be done, as the sun shines while my shadow was out on a part-time run.
crushed like a pillar on the eve of mountain, pennies wishing into eros fountain. as rivers are depleted, spirits ascend and request: that i be seated, but instead my sadness is repeated.
what’s really standing out in the front?
“you can’t see the forest, for the trees especially if you’re asking on your knees! demand and reprimand as to affirm the line! you ain’t gotta hold it ALL in your mind: may your lip bring the florescent drip so that they ain’t caught like a banana and quickly slip!”
for though it rains heavy, my clothes were not ready. especially them shoes, they got it the worst. but it was my backpack that learned the lesson first. a whirlwind and unexpected mass soak up. it’s like my clothes were begging to be washed and made clean. even as the water did not redeem, or so it would seem?
caring wears a visible garment. love being an action word, that means it is most realized when in motion / demonstration. ideas set in mind only, ain’t got nothing on the tangible material. reality responds to a set of conditions which dictate the frame and name of any particular phenomena.
the all seeing eye does not spy but it does try
figuring out what set you off into this abyss a clown’s kiss regarded as a pleasurable mischief
entering into crowns & tiara’s glory should mean a head being chopped off – cuz’ that’s a class struggle story.
like a cat tickling the glass lofty bushes will fall, & when this inevitably comes to pass: will you go to the party or a parade in the green grass?
as you left the party, that was throwing confetti by breaking away first, as if to start but you still ain’t ready
darn the surprise and damn those eavesdropping eyes melodic boom bombs ministered to me in psalms
with every page i was radiated by their finesse their soliloquy fully weighted with a thin press could it be either their style? or delicate galloped mile?
everywhere they went? my change quickly spent! (as in) easily transformed with focused attention to their scent, while unselfishly paying rent
a smile wide as the moon frown as arduous as using a fork instead of a spoon making the differences difficult to reconcile
feeling impatient while waiting in line:
“can i get 10 breakfast platters, with extra biscuits and honey?” said the mf in front of me at the fast food joint, they probably didn’t order that much but the wait proved a ridiculous point.
the metrics upon my thoughts land in a planned dream you appeared in a multicolored dress i confess: it was tempting when you came my way in the midnight gray when you suspected my thoughts were distant reminded of our touch which subconsciously i missed very much even as long ago weeps for a much desired sleep action is misplaced on the table of distant seas waters placing us a part while the heart attempts to start my standing still wishes for you to move near to alarm my every symphony so that my vision can hear the word spoken back then, i still understood when we lived in the same neighborhood i neglected the requested chance i was too nervous to dance embarrassed by your movements and step i kept all my rhythm enclosed until the water flowed to the seeds, i then arose froze but dripping to the splendid occasion wherein this invasion became translucent (upon the metrics of these same thoughts : this summary of a melodic swoon my fullness was regarded as the moon walking like mj backwards to the stolen tune yet we sang with fascination, admiration & rightful sensation! (memories restores faith and hope; the contradiction in this is that : memories needn’t be rushed to be created.)
Acknowledge the space around you and LOOK at those FACES, in public SPACES! Let your EYES : REALIZE, the activity of your surroundings! Notice the detail, and take sight at the array of any possible dismay Pay attention to what’s happening!
Get out the way (or stand in the way) of a flammable aggression Put pride in your steps and alert yourself to the upcoming succession! Be a student to the way of the odd smirk! AgAin : set your feelings aside & commit to doing the work!
Can’t you hear them :beating those tambourines DOWN? it’s all AROUND! Trembling SOULS flustered but they still sound like prayerful mediation Tibetan BOWLS all of the while they are harmonizing between their FLUTES & anointed BOOTS ! attempting to make a WiLd SCENE cuz the GREEN stays OBSCENE !
(You’d think i’m being MEAN!)
it’s starting to look frfr aBsUrD : the performance is the DRIP that was once a SLIP N2 the action that gave it all the LIP. it’s a TRIP! Now y’all probably gonna be exhausting trying to connect all the RHYMES and TIMES you once heard, how you could fly or float. irrespective of the algorithmic ILLUSION or the perplexing CONFUSIONS parroting as GOLD. It’s all still SHINNY & WHINNY due to all the lies that are TOLD. I AM MISSING MY MAKEUP! A face that needs to ‘BEAT-IT’ like Yum on the STREETS. Consider me in HEAT as i show up as the GOO to the end of your SHOE. SURPRISE Mother fuc****! i’m the GUM that returns your face twisted, in sight, & NUMB. Because they decided to spot you; by artificial and AI sequenced WIRE. burning by FIRE hot as NERVOUSNESS is at your SERVICE. SENSITIVE cuz this is a FESTIVE ITCH. Like a Content WITCH on a broom stick. like the CLOCK contradicting the TICK TOCK. but yet? scrolling ENDLESSLY. You care not to take IT ALL IN? To fizzle out and SPIN. because you’ve been curated to a menu of potential ENDS. being hosted by superfluous FRIENDS . You hAve laughed yourself WELL! So, take a SWELL, gallop into the deep dirt ROADS. DON’T YOU feel THOSE poly rhythmic CODES? listen as they are blowing with the mist of the black and white KEYS. now PLEASE: understand this was an intentional long extended word salad, intending to CONVEY what you SHOULD HAVE GUESSED ANYWAY!
“what was once a party is a frivolous CHARADE until a festival PARADE revealed it all to be, an ambiguous MASQUERADE !!!”
speaking softly to the village dame he requested that he be chosen to play her game odds and perpendicular chances were in his favor desiring the allure of her symphonic narration and for the tour of her harmonic salvation to be met with a qualified or undignified correction (even if it meant subjection or rejection!)
this was his fate at odds by an uneven gate broken belonged to the lock, though pigeons remained on top with a wailing gawk superstitious anomalies affirmed vacant policies none bearing the condition of a playable rendition NOT TO MENTION: this is what perplexed him the most their sway held in the everyday of her disarray , eager for aligned scenes with multi-lingual tongues from the south and to the north of queens
if one could redeem a summary that is a recovery of time spent, sleeping indifferences would allow transgressions the space to vent his longing for the belonging of qualified amends may lend to slanted cut pieces cuffed by enemies instead of friends
returning back to the neighborhood of playmates and athletic ends meant being denied the sport and the elasticity which guaranteed material bends
the risk of being dismissed became the challenge accepted as with a chaste and hardened heart, wisdom afforded the incumbent appeal, neglected
futuristic fantasy…where the ***💜**** party people be!
the sigh that lent unspoken words, no one has ever heard. whispered prose which stirred sought to answer the blank space.
Featuring a scandal made righteous:
come here! You righteous scandal, I think you are a bit more to handle!
But I’m willing to catch you, if you stand in the way of getting got.
cuz’ you’re smoking hot _ I rather be denied than to not be given any chance.
to imagine of our sweaty dance – it may be a proven “righteous scandal.”
a candle much too hot, that soon it’ll burning.
melting by the woe of learning.
how can’t eye see? what’s lit up right in front of me.
I have no choice according to the inner doubting voice.
but my eyes clothes with fashionable express, textures and buttons draped with incomparable dress.
a feeling I can’t compare, as your colors endeavor to void the unfair.
if given the opportunity , I’d renew my immunity
to refrain from the masquerade in order for a fair trade N2 a memorial street, even with callused feet – I’ll greet your direction to a formulated and poetic perfection. (even if it meant potential rejection!)
your bounce is far to like jelly. it’s making me realize why eye turn off the telly.
choosing to instead read what lies in between.
as nuance reveals what all of it may mean…
like a multi-colored photo book, my mind is far too curious to NOT look.
those succulent thighs, make me yawn thirst trapping sighs.
natural to my instinct , I can’t help but think into a deep fantasy.
basically? my testimony is a desired ceremony in a transitional rhapsody !
featuring both you and I congregated together in full supply…
“Umm, if you are clocking in, you would need to use the other computer, yeah the one inside … THANK YOU!”don’t say thank you. say EXCUSE ME or i beg your pardon, or simply F*CK YOU. because that’s what you mean. from your posture – to the very attitude that embodies your demeanor. every trace of your fallen grace is SEEN. you didn’t have to spell it out to me, Karen. clearly you missed your morning errands. that is until i showed up : first in line – to be shouted at with your raging tempered stance. at first glance : i thought not to ever dare come over your way. the only thing that prompted me was my usual computer to clock in, satellites within, went thin. i analyzed in my thoughts whether i should even acknowledge the morning as good cuz surely whatever i assumed – you calculated onto me as hood! yes, i had to go there because i’m African!
me dreadlocks are long twisted and thick. (verifying in you , all the variables for the all the ticks to click!). meanwhile your fluorescent gaze is steadily amazed at my appearance. in your mind: it would be better resolved for me, if i was a product on clearance! a sale that is promised because the FINE LETTERING DECLARED IT EXACTLY THREE NINETY NINE! did i miss the sign? or am i deaf and blind? it wouldn’t matter to you even if i had a disability- for, your inability to transcribe tranquility is at influx with your raging hostility! & why is this? because i dared to clock in on the computer next to you that you were not occupying? you’d think – i’m lying ! but you said ‘THANK YOU’ so loudly – as if i were entrusting you with a gift. and why would that ever be the case? this was comparable to a flower being stolen from the soil and put into a ceramic vase. for nothing else matters : even when the glass shatters into feathered tatters. you wouldn’t dare to sweep up the pieces of what remains left behind. preferring rather, to grin kind & (with passive aggressive tenacity) the mere caudacity!
i’m welcomed to my own own envelope party! yeah! yeah! yeah! writing letters at the seams multiple colored dreams fantasies and a spelled out intention reading it all out, so that all could be mentioned
tearing open the paper for a surprise the secret in here to advise ::: the reconciliation is closed i supposed it was because the bridge could not be crossed apparel sequencing nonetheless flossed the steps removed and tossed anchoring exploitation is the name ‘bossed’ by recurring screens littered in the eyes of incapable means
when wishing to dethrone the idea of home, my expectations sprint like the legends of rome. emblematic of an extravagant moonlight affair, my apparel crafted a tailored flair. dismissing the evidentiary notion. seeking rivers or oceans instead. as the bed doesn’t lie. the mind can cry opposed to the big picture but verified by in nuance.
seeing what’s caught in between. but begging for the green to be worn like jeans. understood are the roles played. they can’t all relay because their actions play a part. contradictory elements within the genes . bullying the pressure to let go and release the SCREAM. all over and on and on. composed in note and pattern without the visitation of exact correlation or by the planet Saturn!
(this poem / song came to me in a dREaM. i was at my old church, and there were multiple envelops thrown into the air while this song was being sang by the congregation. the dREaM ended by me being toppled over by a woman who sat on me after the last note was harmonized. very colorful indeed but i don’t know what it could mean?) 😂😅🤣
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! 🧈🦋🌟)
seasonal depression is in session the calamity is sizzling in the booth like a rotten and spoiled tooth cold to the touch ailments swollen & such formation takes a scolding seat malnourished and empty is the street past is left open like a twisted rope barefoot in journey seeking hope while summoned to the river naked and exposed, there i stood in a shiver like the roots planted next to me engulfed by the wind and tree before i knew it, i jumped with my flesh slumped inside the cold water an underground battle became a deep slaughter pierced by the freeze shaken by blistering leaves i’ve fallen and only desire sleep though these waves thrust me deep and my dreams creep remnants remain floating at the top the lighthouse flickers as though it may stop with the shine on the line and my mind crossed yet another time for this reason i wish this season to be dismissed as i drown remiss…
The first part of my interview with Keti, is available now for your listening / watching pleasure! it was so wonderful to be able to have this conversation and share some of my foundation behind my recent book ‘Wait / Weigh The Minute! TyPo oR fAiTh? Keti is an amazing philosopher and artist whose skills and talents speak for themselves! Check her channel out and subscribe for future endeavors !
in the backyard of my confusion, lied a remedy buried deep. Hidden far away, where even the soil keepers have fallen asleep. locked away as a time capsule, with a sturdy and indifferent axle. And absurd words tweeted by flightless birds.
one or two from three and nine : a stage to mine. encrusted with the rust of the earth. faced with festivals of mirth. saddled by the passages of my struggle fence. I stand in court as the devil’s advocate-seeking recompense! for my living right, avoiding the night, shadows hiding in plain sight!
far back alongside the distant seas! scented flowers and trees blow with a breeze, gathering my attention. not to mention the rhyme slime. that’s probably already a grind to your ears as an annoying past time. shooting stars , passing cars : energy misplaced _ fitness gone to waste. broken on the spine, foundation soon to be base.
but….
maybe i’ll walk with a oak shillelagh, in hope that my step will be careful and true.
maybe i’ll dance with a wooden canopy while yodeling on the who!
maybe i’ll plunge with a strong and sturdy stick to penetrate through the concrete brick.
maybe i’ll be ran over by the impatient ones in the grocery aisle, with vampire teeth as their smile.
maybe i’ll count the time it takes to be 10/10 fine.
maybe i’ll mount the stacks on a dime.
maybe i’ll have a stable case to shoot the mace.
right inside their eye, a bright fiery potion, swallowing inside their ocean.
sheeeit, maybe ill strut with an oak shillelagh, and beat my drum with my wand and ukulele.
i have overstayed my welcome! should’ve been gone but now i’m on my way as here? is not over there! but it’s somewhere, a space on the line, like a frostbite in the mind! or a shackled image caught in between time…
forward ever to the ongoing change, left inside the collected jar. from near and afar. coin may reside, in thin pockets or within a hidden corner tide. clouds are transitory mysteries, containing ancient and new found histories!
anyways…
Any as in: IN KNEE. which stands… in the way, cuz the day is full of gray! a message that can potentially relay!
ever wondered what that could be? with eyes that can’t see. & intentions paved in hell. irrespective of the noise of the bell!
i looked in the mirror and noticed the sleep around my eyes, tears encrusted as tired lullabies… so : i ran the water, to set the starter!
now the essence of my current flower, makes a wish to be empowered (and devoured) by a hungry appetite.
with magnifying insight, my desire runs a surface lap! superfluous cycles sprinting around the map, like a mouse finding the house. or a buzz against the fuzz.
for when both are in want, they can’t help but flaunt, all of their desires laid clearly on the table! touching and seeing, in fact : ALL of their sensors set the match to the fable!
& the burn to return. leaves smoke and ash. they’ve been burned and smashed! no longer here, but transported through the seasons, as if you ever needed a sensible reason?
let’s start with this one : this rhyme is not yet undone ! cuz i wish for all the fun! my crass abilities are sensibilities that ain’t scorn, they’re only roses without the thorn!
a pain nonetheless, cuz the smell is rotten! like picked cotton ! laid out and embroidered like a quilted sheet. with colors and textures providing all the heat!
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!
In this video: I sew 14 buttons on a new pair of *BLUE DENIM LEVI JEANS* something, I never thought I’d ever wear again. 24 minutes of mostly ASMR motion. The results were satisfactory and the therapy was needed. Hence the silence, for the majority of this video. This was a very much an ASMR inspired video. No whispering but careful attention to where I was going with the needle and thread.
This is the result @ ::: 23:16 – 23:38
Blue Jeans For Work3 (2 hole buttons) on the one going down!
Much more coming: BE OUT ON A LOOKOUT FOR PART 7 HERE!
we are living in a CRUMB SOCIETY, numb to sobriety but constantly fed with intoxicated waste renewing the insatiable taste. skyscrapers in the city, with flashing lights and parking entrances lit pretty. surrounded by security brick walled fences, spyware and firewalls for instance: while surveillance is factored in, just like a factory setting comes programmed from within. production is on the line, labor exploitation becomes the pantomimed. puppets and strings, relationships or flings? like CRUMBS, falling from the bite of the cookie, mere CRUMBS. that’s what we are offered. ALSO BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT US TO SEARCH FOR. WHO IS “THEY’? = They are the capitalist and corporate ruling class; the same ones doing all the stealing, and the wheeling of propaganda to keep you confused and pledged to their will. it’s a diabolical and violent ill, because they give us the snack crumble, while they keep the whole pie! AS if they could provide you a valid reason why? HERE IS ONE : WE ARE GIVEN THE CRUMBS: JUST ENOUGH TO INDICATE THAT SOMETHING WAS EATEN AND LEFT OVER ON OUR FACE. OR WHICHEVER PLACE. BUT THAT SOMETHING DOESN’T MEASURE TO EXACTLY HOW MUCH WE ACTUALLY ATE. you know how crumbs are left forgotten on your chin, when talking to a stranger and no friend? when ain’t nobody tell you, those CRUMBS were left at the corner of your mouth’s turn? those CRUMBS have spoken for a desire to LEARN. they were left elsewhere, found on your shirt. just like dirt, hidden in between all of your forgotten nooks and crannies, some of y’all : even got crumbs in your panties! yikes : the cross contamination & intersected damnation, at a location not too FAR from your teeth biting into this struggle BAR. quite soon it’ll melt & stain! wouldn’t that be a shame ? but it ain’t just you, we all belong to this CRUMB SOCIETY. handkerchiefs, napkins, and tissues, come to the rescue in remedy of this issue! whether jelly, spaghetti, or sugar confetti. or like a photo seen on GETTY! Why wait to be ready? to acknowledge and do something about these CRUMBS : in the suburbs or slums, we are the sums of intentional wage theft. but with ongoing Political Education and Organization, all of their CRUMBS will exit, stage left!
“Do you remember the twenty-first night of September? Love was changing the minds of pretenders… While chasing the clouds away…”
Do You R3m3mb3r?
YOU CAN’T REMEMBER WHEN IT’S HAPPENING! Seeing as now it’s the 22nd night of September, I’ve had some time to reflect on the changing pretenders Earth, Wind, And Fire was speaking about…
Chasing the clouds away for clout, what could that be all about?
When one follows the digital screen, they attempt to gather and collect what and where nuance may glean.
Shooting stars, and crashing cars.
milky way galaxy.
supernova you or me?
inspected by the bug!
refusing a nocturnal hug.
matched flames?
dissolute remains!
alabaster blast.
formidable cask.
underneath the mask.
Powder and dust.
Silver and gold rust.
by appearing real.
shadows feel.
by lurking light.
reflecting slightly bright.
bells rining.
soul singing!
(if you care to listen and jam out, Click the link below!)
Even if you were to listen 3 times, it still wouldn’t take you 7 minutes to listen!
i sat down on one of the loneliest benches in the city amidst the piss, perfume, and upscale degradation _ it is with no hesitation to witness : that, this is a city filled with pretty & superfluous dreams.
all of which are split at the seams because the luxury of such life : bears insufferable strife.
on every corner, folks gather and scatter to enter the markets, to meander and shop!
hoping that their cards and credit won’t flop!
the currency and change makes one deranged through the arrangements of who potentially may be able to try it.
or who is willingly able to buy it?
if the advertising scheme is to beam any light, it’ll glow constantly through the morning, evening and late @ night.
glistening programs intending to influence your thoughts and the framing around them.
the measure is neither bountiful or slim.
as it concerns who gets to feel the impact of this glitter…despite the pockets of litter found in between streets or the desperate cries for consumption via uber eats.
the packaging is more real than the supposed material gain.
the profits remain, only among those that exploit the collective masses.
to this bench, i testified of a memory belonging amongst the lowest of classes.
when having no shelter, clean apparel, or access to a prescription to refill my glasses…
i struggled to see : how social systems could justify this neglect while claiming freedom simultaneously?
abruptly: the loneliest bench in the city – spoke back to me (with these words) : “as cement is drilled into a hole, and wooden wedges are placed inside to fill the vacant sole – so shall the ruling class walk on by, sitting on top of skyscrapers – built up high, like pigeons: it is there that they spy : to maintain their hegemonic & cawing lullaby.
if you listen 3 times, it still won’t take 7 minutes of your time 🥳
By golly, The Svengali of it aLl, how many rubber bands, they putting on that BaLl?
How many steps are leading to that HaLl?
deception’s VaSe – seeking an uprooted FlOwEr in CaSe there’s pOwEr to TrAcE.
‘rEaDiNg’ is our brain’s ‘FeEdiNg’ to the ToP, it doesn’t sToP.
If you’re WiShInG maybe you should be DiShiNg all the candy, salad, and nuts allowed in cLoVeR,
<<<<<<<<<<just know it ain’t OvEr !<<<<<<<<<<
sometimes you gotta ‘set the rhyme of LaW’ which is merely, calling out every presumed fLaW: if you wanna TRY ME, i won’t 🐝 SIGHING OR WONDERING WHY ME? i’ll just give you a reason to SEE! I ain’t about that life, cuz’ while assumption may cry the eAsE, for the ‘WhEeZe’ of the uncommon 1nE, that sees it ALL as sin and ‘uNdOnE’
i AiM to FrAmE that ‘nAmE’ how about we : start at those OfFeNdEd … their minds are often AtTeNdEd (to secular CoNcErn, preferring to BuRn) in contempt of the NoTiOn, to that which they’re AgAiNsT, like a guarded and barbed wired FeNcE.… they rather cut and ShOcK, than recognizing their judgment acts like a defensible bLoCk.
so here’s to setting the rhyme of law! mustard GrEeNs$ for absurd MeAnS : in order for a cOnDiTiOn to meet the ReNdiTiOn of fruitful AmBiTiOn: we must at first be given pErMiSsOn.
(if you wanna get heated in sTyLe, here’s a read worth your wHiLe…)
ALUMINUM DRESSING TO KEEP THEM GUESSING)
micro fancy, but with expensive and expansive designation for flossy ApPaRrEl with attention to details, so sTeRiLe with loaded bullets down the BaRrEl. it’s about as ReAl*** as the word could mAkE it, as hot as the baker could bAkE it.
unable to be put in a microwave as the waves radiate and ExPoSe. thereby fluttering the one with the RoSe. if peddles could speak : would they cut among the WeAk?! Ha, sad thorns built on the oUtSiDe, as thunderstorms rolls over all the starry eYeD. wavering inflictions swoon my addictions to higher LaNdS. greater and stronger cOmMaNdS. thus, i’m flipping through the elementary and university sTaGeS – as the pAgEs turned has been suited only for livable WaGeS!
In episode five of : How To Sew A Button – We’re back to the 2 hole button! I did less talking in this one with instead captioned instructions. At the end of the video I also add a short poem alongside with transitionary phrases of outfits.
the pieces of me? they wish to know! but would they bother to figure it out?!
upon reasonable cynicism or dubious suspicion, my recognition_ of your stain remains!
wholly composed with a toxic ink – that is IF digested in sync. in a previous life, my spirit was kept to this bewildering strife.
daily mentions of your gleam. fire and steam pressing down your jeans. i could have made a diary out of the memories you seemed to redeem, justifying our ripped seams. my dream is never cast by a responders reach, but by a living testament resurrected to teach.
when lessons have turned into splendid confessions of the highest order /// obtained knowledge is gleaned, crossing between imposed boarders. this wisdom endows us with a movement to act!!!! (consider this a dialectical materialist fact!)
proven by the wisdom of my yearning eyes : this chosen potion is as such summarized :
“your taste kept me at pace with the grace of your X’d face.
a rhyme that is followed by a sweet stench – a supplication which has already been quenched.
as the milk on my lips belonged to : your deep refrain …
a song and dance which harmonized and sustained, tho through frustratingly knotted chains!
forgotten in my car: were loaded peanut butter pieces, undermined by the heat found in the creases…
*only remembered when i dropped my phone in between _ BuT WhAt CoUlD tHiS sYmbOlLiCaLlY MeAn?*
as the caramel candy, coated the edges of my sleeve, my outfit realization became ruined inside the exposed cleave.
perplexing chocolate subject to the law of impermanence.
inquire : the ability to read the room! you mustn’t mop the floor, until you sweep before with a broom! gather all the pieces in a collected space. before you wet and spread dust mites and shaved lace all over the place! yooo! check out what’s going on! “sleeping until dawn” without an awareness of whose there, will lead you to nowhere! take a moment, pause. or claw like a timid cat with a cause. a reason in which your ‘season’ overstayed. your garrulous essay has quickly been outweighed. by your sentence, lexicon, story, & faction. any action is discouraged and swiftly put to rest, if you’re making a mess out of keeping one at bay to what you steadily say, which is an extended remix at best… i’m just saying … you might need to say less! but for you, that might be like taking a difficult test and to this : may I encourage that you study expeditiously, & like hot cup of tea, sip slowly and carefully for it’s truly a benefit in reading the room! cuz’ you mustn’t mop the floor until you sweep with the broom! gather all the pieces in a collected space! before you wet and spread dust mites and shaved lace all over the place! 🙄🧹🐭
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!
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 