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C00l S39t3mb3r – the time where Earth, Wind, And Fire asked us to

R E M E M B E R

so much to say – but not to the dismay, of time and formulated ritual. going back into the silence that puts a pause on the constant stroll. how often do we travel on the uptown scroll of our digital devices? endlessly taking in colors and shapes at a level too harsh to sign into our memory banks. sticky notes are all around – reminding us there’s work to do and better yet sleep to look forward to!

tis’ a pity, the master wind has returned – hoodie wear, is requested at the expense of sudden cold swifts to the head. herein this cold chill, reminds us to keep warm when outdoors. fire burns and flames return, when wrapped around with proper braided thread. bless-ed be: to the sudden change of weather. for in it, there’s a new calling. a received dial that beckons us to act accordingly.

every 9 and then – we need to be reminded of where we are, before our minds leave at the notion.

“the changing form of all my certainties – here is not where it use to be.”

– Sananda Maitreya

consciousness is feeding off of every present, past and future correlation.

do not be misled by the equation that suggests, that you didn’t know before. remembering history is more imperative than we realize. we can believe the witnesses of evidence. an equation where both the canceled and called can congregate in unison.

all of us in this scheme of life, are only partially aware of the colors that are being displayed. not fully belonging to anything. that is to say, we are always whole. belonging to isolated fragmentations, which make up a whole. (sometimes the sum is greater than the parts)

there is a lot on the menu, but we tend to order what works the best. faded photographs. messages with a context as alien as the dream forgotten. i suppose we can mute the feelings of inactivity, but space still lingers where silence tingles. (something’s can’t be blocked, only kept stable like the command: HOLD YOUR HORSES!

9 is the time..cuz

The alien and the commoner – can merge together and form a reality that is not yet distant or close. without a key – how can you enter in? to hack is to spy – what is yours or what is mine? it would be liken; to a delivery of syncopated beats and syrupy slippery clicks which get stuck in your head. mainly cuz the chorus is sticky but still icky.

when the light and darkness meet, who do you believe will win out? darkness hides in the shadows, they say. the darkness creeps like a lurking peep but without the tom. foolery will begin to match the forgotten rhyme.

C00l S39t3mb3r means, eliminating the shortcut to extra rage and clutter via our digital devices. we still have the tools to form a world, which goes beyond, reactive and projected social interaction. (this exchange often camouflages an avoidance, of what is really there.)

our phones have summoned like an extra joint to our bodies – as to make contact with the various social festivals of our feeds and dm’s. it is possible to detach – at least from the convenience of mobile shortcuts. We can all set the rhyme of law!

& so it is c00l 9 & 3 is here which means this month (& going forward N2020) I’m taking a break from the shortcuts to social media. (Deleted Twitter, Instagram, FB, etc – from my phone (for the time being) – and logged out from other Devices) I’ve also called this ‘pink hibernation’ and it has already improved my outlet of input and output.

The troubles of life take a larger seat in our consciousness because they make the most profit. However we can be c00l – when we remember 9 is the rhyme no longer forgotten –

Earth, Wind and Fire asked – do you …

R E M E M B E R ?

A Biscuit Without A Two Piece

All this time I was only a biscuit without a two piece

*and a sigh of regret*

A dry muffin that yearned to take honey out on a lease

I was despised for my inability to fulfill a hunger spell
UNTIL
The flakiness of the edge of the biscuit ended up in my teeth’s jail

oh, what the hell….”

If you don’t watch out – the aftermath is coming to await you – as soon as you finish at the last bite. You’ll have some illusion of relief because of the flavors and satisfying *feeling* of being full. Great! So you ain’t hungry no more! *but what did you eat?* Did you eat anything that grew from the ground? Or was it most of it processed with added chemicals? We are not always served the intentions we put out. A memory may have made it good from before but in the present, it doesn’t measure the same.

You can expect a room full of diverse colors and patterns the moment you invite growth into your palace. Some guests are simply no longer invited. Some even overstay their welcome. For growth comes in to cultivate the seeds that were planted. If you’re not listening to your body and honoring the requests, it’ll start reminding you. It’s just like anything – learning how different things communicate is what makes one a great communicator.

It’s like that one time you ordered a biscuit and a two piece but you didn’t realize one of the pieces didn’t connect to the full picture. Some pieces are like small fragments from a mosaic. Depending on how far you’re looking, the details make a difference in how you interpret what you’re seeing. Some are larger than you think with added calories and enticement.

Memories can be unreliable because they switch the colors of the room. While we may think we know how to measure our memories accurately, we very often miss the mark.

It is not strange, for one to commonly order a side (sigh) order with a two-piece and biscuit. This could be a sigh order of relief, regret, or any range of emotions.

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Don’t Blink

Don’t Blink – or else you’ll shatter everything around you.

The moment the eye realizes the disease of make-believe // imagination is haunted by the face of reality.

Don’t Blink – unless I’ll break the promise to stare into history past.

The present time is seen to grapple with a future that can’t be removed from my signing eyes.

Don’t Blink – unless the tears will roll from my eyes.

The longer I stare at the trauma that came before me – I begin to understand myself.

Don’t Blink – keep paying attention to the passing pages. I can’t miss out on what’s happening – I wanna be ready for it all.

If I miss what’s been said how can I follow you to comprehension’s end?

Don’t Blink – If you want to be conscious and aware of the real impact of growth.

If you wanna see it as it happens in real-time there ain’t no room for slack or missed information.

Don’t Blink by the frame of seconds to minutes and minutes to hours.

*When reality jumps against you too fast. You thought it was yesterday but it was actually two weeks ago.*

Don’t Blink or else you’ll miss the joke that just swiped past you.

Ever heard what they called TIME that has happened already?

“By the time you learn the rules of life, you’re too old to play the game.”

Don’t Blink or else you’ll silence the words meant to speak to your soul.

Don’t Blink until you win out what was lost.

Don’t Blink – unless you are alive to what will perform in front of you.

Irreconcilable Volumes (Hair)

Then there is a variation in how things are perceived. When someone exhales what they truly believe and know based on evidence – the road becomes more narrow as the conversation takes flight. Not all volumes are reconciled when a conversation begins to trickle in the individual opposition. Instead of reacting with ferocious and maneuvering counteracting, what’s best is to present, the internal realities, which often times are dismissed. When playing the rhythm in a setting that is confirmed to rhythmic sequence.

It is not surprising to find the melody. It is, therefore, wise to clarify, the organs and functions that are often forgotten, in the name of lunacy and incoherence. The troubling taunts which pierce the thought; quantify immeasurable blindness. It is in pure joyful sounds which dare to risk comfortable statues. Every volume of inclination, citation, desperation, litigation, and exhalation is immersed in a bowl of anticipated pairing.

Yet a longing for intimacy is requested. Since there is no finalization of union; one is free to enter a space where another can come into union.

Even when you break it down, sometimes things still don’t fully ‘Click’ and measure to a sense of understanding. I’ve been looking in the mirror quite more often because I got a shape UP only a 3 days ago, and I feel like it was one of the worst decisions of my life. My hair just seemed to be working UP a good fro, and this shape UP, seemed to cut off a great deal of it off, but then I look again and I think my mind just does not want to reconcile with the change I made.

^^ This was taken only 6 days ago, and my Afro seemed to be in reconciliation with my expectation! Since my LAST shape UP, which was in April.

I still don’t truly understand why we get shape Up’s’ it’s told they help the hair grow faster and gets rid of the dead ends, but apparently, they also make you feel like you have no hair at all! I did not get much of my hair cut, but it feels like SO much is gone. Although, when I look in the mirror, the eye can’t really say much is gone. My mind is separated from this volume. I took a picture earlier today, to measure if there is such a change and eye can’t see that BIG of a difference.

It’s been on my mind as of late and I just wanted to share how hair, while being something with levels of volume, can sometimes be irreconcilable. You hear about this happening all the time when you regret cutting your hair because you miss it. I miss the little more I had, but it’s only a matter of time before it grows back. ALL of it, and MORE!

At least, I can realize that was THE LAST SHAPE UP, EVER! I’ll grow my hair until it comes out. I think we were meant for the Afro, so mine ain’t going nowhere! 😀

Love’s Dictum

You’re surrounded by the marvels of human struggle.

You smile at rebellion as it motivates you to create the will to break free.

I never meant to translate that a future was inconceivable.

I just want more than meets the eyes.

“A depth into sensation wherein the glances of glory; transforms our hearts.”

Seeing the sunset of your character frozen into imagination; inspires me to break the ice and warm you through appending realizations of fire.

As time regurgitates itself, we can then move into a new transition.

The dictum of love; pronounces the authority; wherein the expression of its value is made known.

When we glance at the marvels and mystery of human struggle, we often are propelled to create. Often times, I have seen so many smiles at those who turn the wheel in another direction, those who don’t mind to STAND UP, when everyone says SIT DOWN! To keep talking, although they are threatened to be silent! There is a need to keep going in the midst of the war when love is truly pronounced; we can, by all means, continue with a motion that is welcoming! COLOR is a sensation. It is brighter than the odds of what is invisible. The deeper we go there, we will be able to see more clearly.

Then, there is the question of time. AND who hasn’t had something to say about it? We can look at Albert Einstein, and his theory on time or even other great philosophers and artists, who ponder at its measure. Can it be measured at all? IF it’s non-existent why do we program ourselves to its design? There is so much involved in the magic of LOVE, and I just want to encourage everyone to grab hold to it!

As we see those frozen into imagination, it is by the reality of fire we can warm those closest to us!

You indeed have the authority, to bring about a change!