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?)
I think they HEARD us. The careful movements in which our whispers were made known appeared as rocks falling from a cliff.
I think they FELT us -we were consumed in a fire while trying not to burn down the walls which kept us secret.
I think they SMELLED us – We burned down and the ashes of our beings have created a traceable smoke that is absorbed miles afar.
I think they TASTED us – Our lingering aroma seemed to find itself on the tip of their tongue, which gave a reminiscent delight.
I think SEEN us – We tried to escape, but the nakedness of our innocence proved far too exposed than our dress desired to accomplish…
I think we know all of these things sensed rebel inclination
It’s interesting when we examine the senses that ever so closely are realized through the nature of someone’s insight. It’s quite interesting how I came up with this piece, it is a hilarious but yet so very embarrassing story. Need I explain?
I don’ think I’ll explain that! ALL I know is, after it was over, we both seemed to realize what it means to be a rebel.
Nakedness, exposure, and shame are all of these things seem to have a motivation.
It’s not often I wake up with the anticipation to have your arrival AT the front of my window. Being hesitant to interrupt the meeting of intended vibrations, I was very reluctant to even give into the fervent pot of its taste. We all know how it is, to perform ‘manners’ when within a business. We can’t eat without a sense common courtesy in waiting for the other guest. It seems as if the utensils were slowly picked up. My digest reads at the enlargement of your entree.
When the waiter came by my table, she delivered a coy smile, which literally made the butterflies seem to arrange metamorphosis backward. Those caterpillars in my belly stung out the very taste for my food. NOW, that the proposal is laid out on the table, I find myself in joy; as I actually entertain the thoughts of perplexed passion, in an exotic abyss. I’ve been awarded a trophy, but I have never even run the race for a prize. I simply ran because I convinced myself; a monster of annihilation beckoned, my very existence. I’ve never been one to go into the closets of life; I rather become threatened by the horror of those who have the power to conclude my every direction.
I’m simply aware of the coming days of summer, which can linger in the memories of the stories of THOSE OF YOUNG and old. I’m about ready; to scatter those seeds of the matrix on the cracked floors I stand on. NOW, when the door becomes of reach, I am able to turn the knob a little closer to my own codes. I am the only one, who understands the initiation of my beginning and end. Those lines are extremely easy to find out, but when the letter is being written for you, BY SOMEONE else, you begin to wonder why do we write out a plan? Maybe the plan is that a squeal will appear as the premier.
The nature of my flow has now reacquainted; the once shy friend of mine. Friendship has sharpened the sword of revenge. Now, the rain is going to come down. We know, that the very sound of thunder; is not to scare us or intimate us. rather remind us, we were ENLIGHTENED before the sound.
This light never sleeps, it only reveals itself when it’s simply ready to inform you of what is felt. I’ve gained knowledge by the advice of my past, and don’t we all know, those scars and bulges somehow indicate the injury that has been healed? SO, as I ponder through the images of laughter of ecstasy, the sun rises upon the number of clouds which have vanished back into the sea.
How many of you all know, who it is to be at a place where there is little direction or no such torture of practice? Jazz is based on reaction, and from there on goes along a flow that becomes archived. I’ve recently studied the nature of what is improvisation.
When I was in High School, I loved theater so much because of Random Improvised warm-ups we would do. It’s a great way to get out of your shell if you were ever shy. You had no script, you just had to react on what was presented. I find myself doing the same thing with the alphabet of what belongs to my life.
Words are formed, and it does not matter how much they really improvise, if they were a singular entity, a word being formed would be virtually impossible, with all random words just coming together. It’s alright to not find yourself in the ordinary, to be where you are without the flow of sensation!
Black Or White are the characters that are exempt from sensation; but still have a charm that is uniquely expressed in fashion, no matter what style is out or in! I use two buttons that are black and White and I sew them on the left side of my slacks; to bring the awareness into the community of the uniform of what many wear now!
Janelle Monae is an inspiration to make it in this business!
“When I started my musical career I was a maid, I used to clean houses. My parents—my mother was a proud janitor, my step-father who raised me like his very own worked at the post office and my father was a trash man. They all wore uniforms. And that’s why I stand here today in my black and white and I wear my uniform to honor them,” Monáe said, fighting back tears.
“This is a reminder that I have work to do, I have people to uplift, I have people to inspire,” she said after explaining that she grew up in Wyandotte County, “the poorest county” in Kansas City.”
Using the needle and thread keeps my fingers worked out! While I could use a sewing machine manually sewing these buttons are intense & important for the work I have become of now!
I’m inspired by how she uses this uniform to honor the singular honest quality of life we see through BLACK AND WHITE.
I’m lost without a particular article of ordinariness.
(I rather become lost, without the usual, that IN itself is peculiar…Can YOU relate? )
The bed has become my shoes of travel & appointment.
(As my sleep begins the trickle at the doorstep, I travel, and am appointed to what is next)
Everywhere I go – I look to decode the meaning behind those empowered passwords.
(They are set up, everywhere, and while they measure privacy. Meaning is just as important)
It is in this place of improvisation, the focus is set on spontaneous direction.
(It’s Jazz…I go where I heard the note play before me!)
It really does not matter where I belong or where I am headed; as long as I do not think.
(It’s important to react to the sound that is played before me..not thinking carefully where My move will take me next)
In this process of creating, rhythms have established themselves IN dangling patterns.
(As the rhymes have become repetitive, creation is becoming instinct)
There is no such torture of practice or repetition.
When really studying the hook, it becomes painfully obvious; that the passage IN which chaos arrives, is very chronological.
(A design that is yet understood…)
The history of its existence follows a direction and still contains intent & purpose.
(Purpose & Destiny is even seen IN the chaos of what is..Improvisation still seems to follow orders)
Lighting up the pyramids to the labyrinth of sequenced change in order to develop a suggested pattern of sight.welcomes a robotic sequence!
Welcome, a robotic sequence!
Swift motions of old realizations welcome the spoken future of lusts!
The wires which transfer power are authorized by the autonomous behavior of program efficiency!
The consequence of machinery births a function without a fulfilled code of ethics and human function.
Within the command of a remote access, privacy is exposed as the eyes of laziness makes known its curiosity.
The horizon of cells has become disposed of in exchange for languages of guided and program agencies of service.
As the tissues are embedded within the wheels of motion, the landscapes pantomimes the expression of livelihood.
(Behold now the strategy of the robotic landscape, as the mentions of sovereignty take flight; the will of human motion is strengthened as intelligence is gained through the remembrance of initial programs.)
Machinery & Plastic Simplicity
The ‘Internet’ is representative of the media, THE Media is a Cartoon Fantasy, that is on the left.
The right is on ‘Plastic Simplicity’ those things of nature that we can fully exercise within the outside.
The machinery on THE LEFT always consists of metal, pins, keys, etc. The broach is on the left side while the cufflink is placed as well. This goes the same for my keys, watches, etc…This machinery represents the designed faculty of society today. The evolution of technology, the computer age, the media institution. I wear this pin, to represent the need of dissecting the anatomy of what’s being presented in the media today, Why we need to be careful hearing/seeing anything from the ‘machine’ we dance to every day with our fingers as we type & record ourselves on this broadcasted social network.
Now to THE RIGHT…we Have The side with Buttons, armbands, this is the LESS busy side of my attire. I’ve created this side for representation of the link of simplicity in contrary to what goes on in the left side machine. I like to call it plastic simplicity because buttons are used more commonly than cufflinks and machines. It’s an ornament, that is the most common fastener, which brings whatever is torn together.
I’ve found this as a way to express my Representative nature, what better way to do this BUT through clothing?
What Comes Next is a meeting of new faculties.
In the night while I slept; I did indeed envision the memory of travel and suspense! This will be a great adventure! Filled with wonder and surprise! I’m ready for the smile! It doesn’t seem like it is happening but it actually starts sooner than I imagined! I’m on my way out to the land of promise and ecstasy!
….More will unfold!
WHERE AM I GOING?
EUROPE!
This will be my third trip and it always makes me so happy and ready for all that is come! I’m going to surprise Miss X! NOTHING ON THE INTERNET IS A SURPRISE.But the love is written in the skies above! This is our destiny!
Summarized Notion of Thought: I have little to say because this space is filled with anticipation!
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 