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?)
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! 🧈🦋🌟)
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!
“The Words Of My Burden, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Relief.”
Milllaca wrote this signature every day, in hope that Salvanix would read the letters of his heart. he knew he never could write in vain, for these were words too powerful to disqualify. everyday he wrote that these troubles would run very fast to the relief of a situation. he felt that Salvanix, the lady & love of his life – could never understand the true emotions his burden.
Milllaca understood his troubles could never run faster than the relief of Salvanix. therefore, he wrote to her every day the letters of his compassion and she answered them in coy smiles.
wearing fitted suits every day – Milllaca & Salvanix did this – only in public, to display their fixed attitudes on the moving galaxies around them.
Salvanix often questioned why he did things so, Milllaca always argued back and said this was just his “flow”.
living in a serene compartment to avoid the weight of the outside associations, they kept themselves schooled in acknowledging – every speaking solitude. Milllaca tightly cuffed himself within the links of his fashion.
while Salvanix fastened herself in the loose possibilities for more freedom.
however, there came a time when the perfection of each profession became far too controlled. when the time came to move from the confides of peace, the both of them moved to the wild islands of the open future ahead of them.
the colors of this island reminded them of where they both started the existence of themselves. it was something about the bright colors of the butterfly wings which carried the significance to each of them.
the rocks on this island felt more real than it did before, and Milllaca felt he would never return to the compartment of confinement again.
here he was truly free and felt comfort in his clothes being loose on his body. the freedom of the “fit” proved successful, as he could fly with Salvanix without restraint. the ropes of hesitation always flew against the wall of Salvanix’s certainty. he knew deep inside she had to fly, but flying with him would still never catch up to her relief.
Salvanix cried every night because Milllaca could never escape the signature she thought was written on the tables of confinement. as the trees listened to her tears, Milllaca became very apprehensive in the way Salvanix read his emotion. he then wrote after having conversation with the trees a new signature to his beloved Salavanix: “The Words Of My Relief, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Burden”.
Salvanix stood very still, in the silence of emotions, and looked up with intensifying realizations into Milllaca’s dark brown eyes. Milllaca knew what was required and it was unequivocally more than a signature.
remembering the fitted allegiance to the control of their galaxies, he fastened his buttons in hope for an indication that he could still exist in confinement. In tightening his cuff links, he felt a scream within the sound of each agreement that he would be leaving the bagginess behind.
Salvanix SCREAMED…”Milllaca the signature requires more than a tight fix. I’ve never disqualified freedom in confinement, but you sometimes chose to live in a way which prohibits freedom.
live inside of me and exercise your words and I will attempt to drink your burden, but you must find a way to DEMONSTRATE to me your desired relief!”
Milllaca felt the hunger in his soul roar for the relief to be shown. he knew the natural urge was correspondent to the clashing chemical reactions in the room.
the button was the body in which the thread brought life and function. the cufflinks in the same manner, were a steadfast reminder of embodied stylized finesse. these buttons and cufflinks were emblematic of freedom fighters and his ancestral history.
to Millaca, these buttons and cuff links held significant meaning as each of them carried a record of recognition. not to mention the variation of color and styles made it an always faithful tool.
Salvanix hoped to discern the meaning behind the multiple curtains drawn. the ropes and walls of certainty both at odds with each other. as, she thought of the colorful islands and memories of the butterflies found. she then gazed upon these memories and removed her frustrations by unbuttoning the inhibitors holding her back.
Millaca and Salvanix both realized the embodied signatures required to bring relief or cause burden was never unable to be solved // they only needed to communicate the will to fly or to stay at bay. words and sentences never needed to catch up, they only needed to be demonstrated by a faithful and most understood signature.
Cuz it’s too weird. Cuz it’s Too long. You don’t like me. Cuz it’s boring. Cuz you wanna troll. Cuz think it can be better. Whatever The reason, yes – You Can Dislike This. 🙂
This video is a part of The Living Things 7 video collection.
I’m realizing how vague I can be when it comes to what I see and how my perception frames reality around me. I much rather stoke symbolism and innuendo in the cut.
However, I understand the importance of nuance – which is why my latest project ‘The Living Things’ will be direct and personal. I’m sharing thoughts I haven’t really revealed before.
One of the most personal and vulnerable pieces on the project is called ‘Echoes In The Night‘ which describes some of my midnight nightmares. I remember waking up from the screaming various trust anchors: Jesus, The Holy Spirit, etc and this was one of the very first indications of my self-examination.
I’ve always been a curious child and questioning the existence of G-d as it was explained in the Bible wasn’t always on my agenda until recently. I was a firm believer in the way of The Word. I held onto it as it fastened my worldview but as all things in life – you grow.
Echoes in The Night is a reminder that even in sound – I can hear myself and get to the reason why.
This video is a part of The Living Things 7 video collection.
Don’t you love it when someone is able to capitalize on the exact emotions that you feel at your heart so closely? Sometimes when the ‘Word’ is sent forth, the composition is lowercased, until THE CAPITAL transcends what is lowercased. I am very familiar with this DANCE. Thank you Sylina for writing such a piece that capitalizes the very notion of where I Stand.
To accompany this piece, I am reminded of something I wrote that is similar entitled ‘Muted Heartbeats’
You scream and tear the shreds; into consequential items of neglectfulness.
These shreds are remnants of what has become of my love.
I’m no longer given to the reasoning of persistent battle; my heart is restless.
The urgency which once compelled me to create action has lost its fervor.
You are holding on to the example of the championship, I once delivered to you, but I have put down my sword.
I engage in the activity of complexity, by allowing our interests to dance within miles.
As I walk daily to the deserts of sweat; my efforts are begged for thirst.
I express to myself the wonder which vehemently places discord between us.
This muted threat is louder than all of the greatness combined.
Its ‘lack’ is the weight of overload and sickness.
In the elements of goodness; I am sharply reminded of these knives.
It is actually in the laughter in which your spirit decides; that kindles my fractured soul.
These testimonies of agony; brings me to regret as I shape them each rising day.
These muted heartbeats remain in my body; to speak of your boisterous heartbeat.
But are we to mute the sounds of life because we wish to forget the beat of our heavy hearts?
The rumor has been put to sleep, and the death of delusional magic has arrived.
I’ve been met with the warmth of clouds before; except they have been on the ground.
Fresh dew; appearing on the grass. These clouds have fallen down and I’ve walked through their weightless and Nonexistent feeling before.
At last; in this proclamation, every instinct of unanswered meaning will awaken.
A long sleep has plagued its awareness.
For the sake of her; the composition has been largely forgotten and deceived.
Years have gone by and have traced marks of hallucinations and ecstasy. However, the heart is placed back to the giver who created its intention. Destiny is obedient to the will of its purpose.
It’s easy to look at Valentines Day, as a day where all lovers come and remember the love they shared. BUT, love should be much more than that! IN fact, sometimes when leaving a relationship, we did not realize how long we have been sleeping. Sometimes a very hard relationship, that is not meant to last, really plagues our relationship and outlook. Now, the rumor is put to sleep, and we can now walk through these clouds! 🙂 We can awaken because the meaning has set forth. We often abandon the composition of who we are. Today is meant to be loved in nature! Go outside, and enjoy the awakening where you are!
For those of you once in a relationship, you know how it is, to cut somebody off when you realize their position has diminished. Why keep a member still around, when the membrane is poisoned?
It’s the reality that becomes even more piercing when you move according to the flow. Not everyone is suppose to be in your life for a long time, but cutting someone off still leaves a lingering. The smell is as strong as fragrance; that keeps the aroma of the room in circle. The memories are valid, but the question is what comes next!
What do you do about a memory?
Do you simply ignore its stinging, flavor?
Or direct the memory in a new direction & apply a different meaning?
As the decision is made to amputate the poisoned membrane; what becomes of this; reckons in and out.
The sting of its absence; creates a distinguished lingering that begs for attention.
When you simply cut off a once well exercised member; you are then going to live with that disadvantage.
Usually; when living without; you begin to ponder about getting to a prosthetic.
Your nerves being the determining focus of your next action.
I encourage you all to watch the video, and perhaps maybe you all can relate to the message!
What is believed in my integrity? It’s all a pattern and cycle of old ritual. You confessed you’ve arrived and have seen the light, but you returned right back to the captivity of longing. It’s almost as if you wanted to afford damage to the landscape of collision. The impact stands at a tremendous cost. This is the weight and ruling of cause and effect. What have you to prove yourself? Why now; you must commit to your action and cherished conviction; seek a position in the tale of the void.
I have been in the tale of a void, for some time now; this is due to the eager manifestations of glory and illusion that had danced before my eyes. Being in a relationship with ‘X’ has caused me to follow from darkness and into the light. No longer am I in the void, but a place of arrival of Infinite Space.
The endless measurement of time is fully recognized in the space examined. The counting of time is banished; as now we approach a new measuring ruler.We are now given a maximized detail, which outlines what is to come. At request; our expectations are suspended and surrendered; as we give the hope of assured oblivion. The need to prioritize will not lose its grasp; as calculations are justified, due to the movement of how things are formulated. An infinite space allows this variable of identification, to travel endlessly.
I got so much to bring forth, and I ask that you stay with me as I bring all of these additions in fruition! It will be a wonderful expedition throughout the endless measurements set before me! It’s going to be Wonderful!
I Wish I was able to attend my FAVORITE Aunt in the world, Aunt Linda`s funeral today in Mississippi, but could not leave work. She not only taught me about the miracles in the universe. But how we are all equal! Whether you are a woman or man // You are capable of the same things! She was one of the first people to go against tradition. To bend the rules and enjoy life. To not be so focused on pleasing people but serving people!
She is one of the greatest inspirations in my life. Knowing I can`t talk to her for hours at a time really hurts me. I know God arranged her in my life for a purpose and that will be fulfilled day by day. She will continue to encourage me, cause as she always said and I never quite understood it until now. “All is well, even when you are not feeling good things are well”. It`s going to be hard not hearing her laugh and crack jokes about any and everything.
But her voice and her spirit are well with me!
I have been delayed in writing, but I am learning to allow my fingers to walk on the blank sheets of space. I have experienced betrayal, greed, selfishness, and disrespect on many levels of existence. I really am given the expense of surprise as I ponder the reasoning behind the heart of the peculiar minds. I really don’t know where I would be if it was not for the hand and heart from Miss X. She really has been there to listen and remind me that love yields understanding. I just want to be there with her, away from the madness I am within.
It’s amazing to hold on to the one that loves you and wants you to be saved from those against you. This is a hard time for me. So much madness, and delay all for the sake of MONEY.
Michael said it best:
“So you call it trust
But I say it’s just
In the devil’s game
Of greed and lust
They don’t care
They’d do me for the money
They don’t care
They use me for the money
So you go to church
Read the Holy word
In the scheme of life
It’s all absurd
They don’t care
They’d kill for the money
Do or dare
The thrill for the money”
The thrill of getting what is not rightfully owed to you NOW or even later, will not repair a broken relationship. The core of everything and anything is ‘Relationship’! How can anything function if the variables are not allowed the program of authenticity? Being loaned the hands of a quick fix can not puncture a digit that will respond to pressure. The height of invaluable measures is being dawned in a time of deception and selfish motive. When one cancels the logic that nature is derived from, the mono cause of its life becomes drowned in poisoned fluids. If not for the alive veins of study and codes, we are given the software bypassed by endless paradigms. The absurdity of blood thickens as the result is caused by the cut of a familiar knife.
I am held by the given love of Miss X; she is not a variable, but my tower and love. I really have to shout out my love for her, and the inspiration to keep on writing as that will develop an attitude and wonder to this madness…I love You!
Summarized Notion For Thought: I’ve used madness to conjure inspiration. The wonder of polluted intentions is understood when the visual for clarity is sound.
One wonders where does time actually go if one doesn’t manage its existence. I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again! Time is really nonexistent. Time is a tool we use because it helps manages what we (Those Of Us On Earth) do with our day, but it really is eternal. Time goes on and on, its nature is given by a timeless creator; one that exists outside of space. Nevertheless, Time gives us space. AND whether space is going to be a few lines or many of them, why NOT Blog detailing out some events that pass throughout my day as often as I can.
Word To Miss X: You awaken me into the fullest closet of your decoration, as I wander the many textures, colors, and styles within your wardrobe. I realize the fashion belongs to trademark liken to me! You really don’t know how much I miss you and miss us together functioning on whatever program is given to us.I know the day is coming, where both of our ‘Ghosts’ will die AND on this day; we’ll both cry because we both together will arise on the Blue sky!
Summarized Notion For Thought: While lies, do not have ANY power in contrast to the TRUTH. The faith and assurance that one has in these lies are surprisingly hurtful when held so closely. Sometimes, you really wonder how one can ‘Naturally’ summarize actions without a proper formula or heart of consideration. Some things are really left better unsaid until some sense of understanding is reached.
I’ve had a lot to say, but I have been coughed up with sickness recently. I rarely get sick, but each and every time I do, it’s almost as if my sickness embodies details of every vexed grievance known. I had food poising for some time, then when I finally became better my voice when out. Now my words are barely a whisper, but no one is able to determine that from reading the words that bring understanding because you (Stand Under) what you perceive.
I’ve turned into a function to deliver all of those positions set before me. I have become inspired to continue to write those things which are written on the table of my heart. Constantly; I have pondered so many areas of existence. I still am quite unable to pronounce certain structures of love that continue to paint the walls of my desire. It’s almost as if I have walked into the abyss of common ground and have somewhat lost focus on design. WHAT I am saying is; since I have been rebuked by my own sickness and changes, I will heal myself by entering into a place where all of my pieces of inspiration can live and possess the birthing experience of my execution. I will come here more, and designate for my words the practice of ‘Alphabet Sex’. I’ve been celibate for some time now but my fire is accelerating and the words exist for this reason now. I have to bring the joint!
While I am not able to fully seek those places of the sky this very moment. I can tell you this; as those in the fight for trophies, and medals come to the extent of practice; so is my labor of activity. The Olympics are so inspiring, It’s helped me understand the measure of success and patience!
Summarized Notion For Thought:Sometimes the universe does not find a place; for two galaxies to co-exist, when the orbits move slower than the other.
It’s about time to find the meaning of explosives within distance!
Given by the immutable realizations of primitive presentations, one has only visualized the actions of physicality. What is already known is spoken by the suggestive mind. When one bears the fruit off of the tree, a voice will command words repeating after growth and intention. (1+1+1 is 3) There is no denial upon the posture of every position of the business. One has become possessed with a silence due to the arrangement of infallible gestures. Being unable to pronounce the poses and significant details of fashion; there is only the undeniable reality of subjective judgment.For a little while.
In the quality of time and definition, there is room for space and acknowledgment of Silence.
I traveled to Nola to BREATHE because virtually everything in Texas had me coughing! I went on a Megabus which I must add is a perfect way to travel for insanely cheap prices! I traveled with my sister and my niece, ROUND-TRIP from Dallas Texas – Houston Texas – New Orleans it cost me around 12 dollars! No Jokes! With Free Wifi, warm atmosphere, and NO Stops! They really give Greyhound a run for their money! I can go into details but I don’t want to get carried away; it was simply a blessing to find out about their site as I purchased the tickets the same day I heard about it. LOL. Imagine how cheap it is if you book in advance! So I went on my way for two weeks! July 13 – July 30!
Being in New Orleans this time felt out of place because I did not have Miss X with me. She was with me this time last year for essentially the whole time! I stayed with my best friend Toi, whose family is my family! They treated me so well, and every day we arose to the horizon of bright and shifting stars!
Every day was fully convinced with a practice of suspense! I never knew what to expect as the random stars collided into a mansion of promises! It’s safe to say I enjoyed everything there and it really enlarged my cheeks! I laughed so much and created memories that will remain forever! “DON’T SAY THAT PASTOR”/ PEOPLE ARE SOMETHING, YOU GOTTA TO WATCH EM’/ SHA NO/MARY HAD A BABY…OOO MY LAWD” So many things I created and resolved
“DON’T SAY THAT PASTOR”/ PEOPLE ARE SOMETHING, YOU GOTTA TO WATCH EM’/ SHA NO/MARY HAD A BABY…OOO MY LAWD” So many things I created and resolved to be there. I can’t count all of the events as they are so large and engulfed with details of information.
The bowl was full with fruition, and it was SUPER!
Being In New Orleans demonstrated on a high scale, the passion and sincerity in the night. I was reminded of the bridge of ordinary and peculiar realizations. I never knew what to expect being there as everything was given a sense of spontaneity on levels I never imagined. Everyday, was eventful and sharpen my understanding of what it meant to be on vacation. I certainly could not breathe just around beauty, it would be more effective to carry myself in the lens of understanding. My stomach craved for more of the time that was soon going to enter another dimension. There was a time, when the shadows of echoed memories, left an innuendo of old practiced ANNOYANCE. I could not seem to grasp the gravity of why things went they way they played out. I heard so many voices, and I never knew exactly the freedom I have been given. I became paranoid at the the mention of stationary living, and I still am. Being in New Orleans brought everything to where I am now.
At the time when I heard the ‘Infallible Gestures’ come to me, I really did not understand the extent of what it meant, because I was possessed with a silence at the time. Now this silence has ceased, and I have realized the unmistakable presence of those things which have remained in motion. I know now, not to share with everyone your business as some may become like the media, leeching to whatever hint, to assume and create reason why they KNOW where you should go and what you should say. These gestures which are authentic are unable to be removed due to their eternal motion. It’s the story of love which convinced me to hold to those things which reasoning has no time for. We can’t reason the cause of anger all of the time, we say its gesture and we often conceive a thought based on it’s life. but truly it’s all a rotational of landscaping.
Summarized Notion of Thought: As the gestures move and speak on a level of love, fully speak to the relation of strategies. Don’t be afraid to use the color from above, extend mercy and follow in the execution of Justice. As the planets come to find themselves of the orbits of your universe, PLANET and write it down so that the lesson may involve itself in your heart. As hesitation creeps in the heart of a suggestion prediction, remind yourself of the one who is love, the one who starts and ends; in the middle of your wonder. Alpha and Omega, knowing in faith and grace we are kept in security!
Life has a funny way of demonstrating its intentions. The one behind the veil really is the one who orchestrates the story.
I’ve realized the reason to ponder mentions of sovereignty. When one reins the innermost areas of your mind; their scent is what causes a passion for their setting. Avoiding the palace of present stories establishes the realities of desires which may embrace your heart. No one quite understands the full complexity of love as it flows through the medium of simple conversation. When one talks to a persuasion which causes them to question love or the very form of it, they are contaminated with mystery and desire. In the brilliance of silence, one manages to rest in the thought of what causes action. I’ve begun to cling to a surreal identity that has a name and a memory. Traveling into the timeless palaces, bring forth a feeling of an enterprise.
I remember when I said this 6/22/10:”I feel very honored to realize what beauty is to me. It’s more than just a wow factor. More than an inclination of passion, beauty has performed before the eyes of mystery, only to reveal its revelation! It’s paradise found! There is a city I travel to every day and moment of the very second! I will call it the city of X/ X-Factor for now. In this city, the measure of the equation already gives definition to reality. I can expound on it all day! I’m very much honored to have this now! I owe it all to the X Factor!”
The ‘X’ factor can often be a variable which suggests mystery but when one discovers the formula, the equation is not even bothersome. It is in this confession of intention, where I belong under the order of orchestration. When one thinks about the mindless cycles of talented tendencies; they begin to look forward to the sounds of joy and pain. In this effect, giving birth remains and shadows a supernatural experience.
Looking into the rainbows of the sky one can see color has carried on the bedspread of the clouds. The ultra-violet lights of the sun have made visible bright expectations. It’s a scenario where the stars, moon, and sun belong to me. In the nucleus of my own galaxies, I have already become distant to earthly forces. I will make known an invisible promise to my own self. Silence brings sleeping memories and encourages informative desires. What is now will always be; for I have learned the motion of company. I feel pretty close to my will now, and my representation of meaning means realistic.
Summarized Notion Of Thought: The symphonies of deliberate innuendos gives the music a melody that is hidden in the rhythmic harmony. Think about it like this; the deeper our understanding for the degrees of light makes us apprehensive to look into the eyes of the light. I know now, our capacities to arise on the landscape of what is real depends on our focus.
When one contaminates the burdens of youthful skills.
The Remembrance of those thoughts will suggest a feeling of passions which may bring on a scary pivot of returning.
As time is indefinite why even bother to enter the door when the distance kills everything closer to the quick fix. I have learned to bother the will of my mind by simply entertaining the focus of what is primitive and ethereal.
I have learned to bother the will of my mind by simply entertaining the focus of what is primitive and ethereal.
The war has channeled a flow of weapons, medicines, and most importantly uniforms. It is in this overflow one begins to question what should be used first? Talking to the commander of timeless negotiations of the union, only leaves those in a fight in anxiety.
I’ve looked into the future and have yielded to the wisdom of traveling. In my mind and heart; I know I will come home. When one signs their name on the dotted line, they are told to read clearly the details of what they are about to sign. Giving up your name for the sake of keeping merit of your name. There rests in the prayer of faith, a hint of loneliness which conveys a sense of unprotected fulfillment. But when one seeks to expose this hint, they’re left with an excuse of surreal contact. Change becomes the metaphor of an eye, while it is seen from a far distance, its invisibility is also shown when the eye is asleep. Inside the notion which develops a scent of rebellion there lays the practice suspense in exchange for temporal mismanagement. When the bags are packed, and the ride for paradise clarity is soon reached – one begins the challenge of survival. Surviving in the elements which are enriched with skill and confidence, no one is reminded of the forces of heartache. These things quickly dissolve and are turned into joy, as they were not expected to soon come. The arrival of confidence while within clarity assures the promise in the distance. The appetite of a theory is served the will of a commanded normality.
Summarized Notion Of Thought: You risk becoming a victim of your own contradiction when you compromise to no longer value truth as coming from an outside source. BASICALLY: Truth stands naked and exposed and if you are embarrassed. Maybe you should take off your clothes. Because that’s how everyone else already sees you.
I have no one to talk to now so I have decided my words to talk to you because you are somewhere here on earth (Aren’t you?)
No one really knows the process of how the Internet evolved to where it is now but certainly, it has given us the capacity to communicate in ways we probably never thought were possible a couple of years ago.
BUT, that is not what I want to talk about.
I want to talk about dreams in what part they play as it concerns a relationship broken or mended. I remember me and Miss X use to get these dreams all the time. Every time she dreamed, she would remember every detail of it. She always told me that there was a way for everyone to remember their dreams. Apparently, psychology and experts have come to an agreement you could. I have yet to know that formula. I always seem to remember bits and pieces, and so when someone was to ask me. I would make it up along the way where I forgot. I mean, they wouldn’t know the difference anyway, because it was MY dream. No one really likes hearing a good story, and then the storyteller stops and says. “Then..I don’t remember…”
People can deal with not remembering but they rather you add something for the sake of the story. Imagine going to a movie and right at the climax, it just stops. It’s the same feeling when watching one of your favorite shows, and the ‘TO BE CONTINUED…‘ Slaps your anticipation in the face. That sucks, but even more so; if it’s a real event you really have no clue on how to finish. That is when you start making some details up which make some type of sense. Nonetheless this morning, I remember large details from this dream. It’s speaking to me, and it makes my heart apprehensive. I remember I made a video called:
‘2 Giants Kissing In The Land Of Small Things’
This video best summarizes this dream. I made the video about a year ago, and the meaning makes sense now. I remember I heard the voice ‘2 Giants Kissing IN The Land Of Small Things’ while in my best friends car in New Orleans. It just came to me like that, so as inspiration so often does.I just went along with that voice. I wrote a little story about it and eventually, I made the video you see above.
Me and Miss X were like TWO BIG Giants kissing in the land of small things. When you think of that scenario that births out an equation of miniature or major chaos within romance! We were two large giants in our own respects and we were romantic. However, the setting was small. We were somewhat locked in a time that had to mean and where space had walls. I remember telling her – I want to be at a place where time has no meaning and space has no more walls. She always looked at us being at this place already, but it still seemed as if we were not there. In my opinion; it’s as if we wanted to believe we were there because we loved each other so. When you’re in love – imagination windows a picture of perfection or at least contentment in what is there. It windows so many elements that are not necessarily the mirror of what will be revealed.
In the dream, we met up in an exotic town, and she looked so beautiful to me. I held her and my heart sunk. We both cried and looked at each other with immense realizations that this was our final destination. I told her I love her, and she told me she loved me. We were on our way boarding a train, when her Father came, (kind of playing around with me as if he wanted to slap my hand, but then he shook his head and suckered punch me and started to laugh.) As we boarded the train it was only me and her together, and somehow our setting seemed maximized as if we could kiss in peace without the restrictions of small lands.
Immediately after this dream. I remained quiet for about an hour. Just reviewing all of this in my head. Upon reflex of this dream, I started to call her and expose my love and desire. But, I’ve been there and done that. If by any realization of reconciliation, it must be done face to face. In this digital age, it’s so easy to communicate; but it does not engage anything. Face to Face allows full emotion, and for details to paint themselves. When my money has grown in the fullness of time there lays the edge to make this land FIT for us. A place where we can come together in romance not be coming off the edge of small things. Being at a place that is shy to the motions of enlargement; which always seemed to embarrass us.
I haven’t visited any social sites pertaining to her name. Instagram being the exception as we share common friends, but I haven’t written to her in the solitude of my chants. Neither has she. I realize if the time and space will come, it will then be under the God-given ability of action. Writing this now has really welcomed me into peace. I feel so much better just reminiscing about the truth of my dreams. I hope all of you out there, can count the reflections of love in the summary of your desires. Don’t ever feel like a remote. You can program the destination you want to go. It often takes two, but before one is added You can still pronounce ‘Mono Realities’. Sometimes in the solitude, you feel the haunt and taunt. Billy Holiday told the truth in this:
‘In My Solitude’
“In my solitude, you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by
In my solitude, you taunt me
With memories that never die
I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
Nobody could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I’ll soon go mad
In my solitude
I’m praying
Dear Lord above
Send back my love”
When the world is sleeping, I hear the memories. When everyone is gone, and no one to talk to me. I do sit and stare..going mad! LOL. But I know the solitude days are only given when one loses focus on the motions of changing for a season. Prayer always keeps me in fellowship with my spirit and God. Say what you want about prayer; the reason we pray is to be intimate with the creator. I don’t pray out of just desperation. I’m not the one to look up to the sky when something is going wrong. I pray because of identification within the struggle. I have one to listen, and that one knows what it is I am going through.
I’ll be OK, in fact, I am going to start working sometime soon. It’s been rough finding in employment being that its summer and 100+ degrees outside. It’s 107F’ now. Crazy! However, I will make my money and move out of these walls. The time is sooner than ever, especially considering the small occupations that have now been made available. I won’t entertain the physicality or even the notion of a flirt; so many have done that before, but the planets which orbit around the sun have made their existence known by the looking into the telescope. Now we can see through the money and perseverance due to the eager want to leave. AND I will leave…AND You’re gonna See me!
Summarized Notion For Thought: I realize that the message I hear, are futuristic imaginations of reality. This is only for a little while, but in this land, I am a giant and my kiss is Mono. The chaos is only in the anticipation of arrival.
I just finished “Jesus Among Other Gods” and I want to give you a taste of this food I have been reading: here are 7 quotes (One from each chapter) where it took me into a new motion of thought.
THESE ARE IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER OF REFERENCE….REMEMBER..THIS IS JUST A TASTE..LOL
#1 “Truth cannot be all-inclusive, Truth by definition excludes.”
#2 “In our human imagination, we so often perceive our heroes to be something larger than life. We exalt them in ways that do them a disservice. We make them to be almost plastic in our imaginations. And when they bleed or grow old or stumble, we either case them aside or find some way to perpetuate the myth. To Sustain this illusion in our minds. We build statues and erect monuments, and artists paint them with halo’s to establish their surreal personae. We convince ourselves that they are or were something essentially different from the rest of us.”
#3 ” One of the most startling things about life is that it does start with reason and end with faith. It starts in childhood with faith and is sustained either by reasoning through that faith or by blindly leaving the reason for faith unaddressed. The child’s mind has a very limited capacity to inform it of the reason for its trust, But whether she nestles on her mother;s shoulder, nurses at her mother;s breast, or runs into her father’s arms, she does so because of an implicit trust that those shoulders will bear her, that her food will sustain her, and that those arms will hold her. If over time that trust is tested, it will be the character of the parent that will either prove that trust wise or foolish. Faith is not the bereft of reason.
#4 ” Naturalism by its purpose engineers the displacement of the miracle and puts in its place explanations that defy reason.”
#5 “Who wants logic when the heart is broken?” At such a time we are looking for comfort, we want a painkiller”
#6 “Contradiction itself ought to be self-indicating. When it’s not, either truth or truthfulness has died”
#7 “You do not form a conclusion on the presence of a gardener by studying only one bush, there is much more.
Summarized Notion For Thought: The Sharpest Vibration seeks to place me into obliteration.But the intelligence of my faith will rise and stand above this resistance. I have authority and understanding. I am MORE than a conqueror!
Within the consciousness of darkness lies the deliveries of crude manifestations of evil and profane pronouncements.
Designers become uncomprehending as no positive patterns are being yielded.
What was trusted into this darkness sought inspiration from a slandering and ignorance of the light?
Without this light, the story and the script made no sense.
Given no structure to its void, there was simply an abyss of nothingness.
No meaning and sacred designs allowed this mindset to cast out everything it was originally given.
The offspring of this darkness lends a passion of imponderable abilities to wrong with a forgetful yet maintained caused.
The alien of the maximized desecration seeks to plant seeds in the hearts of all those moved in the parallel notion to the light.
In relative passions of abominable pursuits, the purveyors of sensual pleasures illustrated the very picture which taunted those in the light.
But by the calling out of one’s name, the fashion that was naked in confidence gained a sense of protection.
Fasteners and fabric met again to hide what was deemed private by the eating of the fruit.
Now here is the intelligence of the abyss, the place where rebellion authorizes the plea to challenge the script.
Freedom is now handed to the memory that is reminiscent of truth which stands true.
Summarized Notion For Thought: Evil is to life what contradiction is to reason. Now, this is the morning of your dynasty! Sleeping now only will awake you somehow!
Since I have been working, my fingers have been in a progressive attack just to gain some respective cash! I never thought I would work in a Warehouse, but I have met such good friends and they made waking up at 5:00AM in the morning worth my sleepless doubts. At one time – All I did was put stickers on boxes. For pretty much all day for 8 hours (With the exception of lunch break and me foolin’ around!
My daily routine was as follows: Make A Box – Tape The Box Together – Put The Colgate Toothpaste Inside – Tape It Back – And Put It On The Pallet!
Sounds easy, doesn’t it? WELL It was, very clean cut, and when you’re making jokes and having good times with your friends, time is pretty much non-existent. That job lasted for exactly a month. It was a temporary to hire job and the ‘Colgate Project’ is NOW over. It ended May 4,2012, but I thought ‘Bigger & Brighter Things’ were ahead. After I got my check, my manager called me and 2 of my co-workers out and asked if we would be willing to partake in another job. I was a bit apprehensive seeing as I have developed good friendships with my other co-workers.
But I had to agree, because I need the money and instead of waking up at 5:00AM; I would wake up at 2:00PM, but seeing as it’s a full-time job, that meant I would get out at 10:00PM. I just started getting familiar to waking up early, and the only complaint I had at the other job is waking up so early. It was easy breezy.
It was such a chill job! The boss was very funny, and we constantly laughed and had conversation worthy of mention. Everyone was nice, The job was so easy, and while it was HEAVILY repetitive, and you already knew what to do when you got there…It never really played against the movement of waking up. I would do anything to get it back.
BECAUSE today marked the day; I started this NEW ‘Temp To Hire Job’ AND it was CHAOS!
It was my first day and the manager expected me to be at a fast pace as all of the other workers. It was so much to remember, and when I asked questions, it seemed sinful. He was a very nice guy, but his expectations were far too high for it being my first day. I did almost 6 jobs in one job. 😀
I worked UP a black sweat!! My work outfit has never been so stained…with sweat and dirt…
I recited the same statement so many times. “I am not working here, I am going to QUIT”. I am not one to quit, especially a job that I really need. BUT my progress was rebuked constantly and going from place to place, just put so much burden on me. I had to lift 20-40 boxes at such a rate that really perplexed my strength. Alas, Myself along with the other 2 co-workers decided to leave the job. EVEN, when I woke up, I predicted and sensed a feeling of hesitation. It just seemed crazy, and I was right!
There are other jobs out there, and I know my work will be met by a glorious new chapter!
There is a work in many other aspects of my life and I feel the work that exists is a preparation for another business to be seen.
Summarized Notion For Thought: When you awaken to the progressive complaint, that requests a faster pace, opposing to your own motion of detail. Go along and DO the work. When the sweat soaks your outfit, and the management outbursts their own calling. Smile and act as if their notions will qualify you as a good worker. But once you CLOCK OUT; Say: Revolution Time Has Come TODAY – Because It Took A Rebuked Face To See The Same Decay; Like The Chocolate Of WONKA, In The Sun They’ll Melt Away, But As Far Me..I’ll Laugh & Go Into The Mountains Where The Waters Flow..Back To The Rivers Of ‘The Go’. (I’m Gone)
Here’s to the invitation that was sent by the realization of the door to the ‘New World’. There was a time when people counted days and measured qualities of time by the associations of the responses of a wide array of people.
Today, marks May 1, 2012. AND today earlier while I was at work, the dawn of memory swept at my door. What you are doing now has the capacity to become a memory that changes every scope of your life. When you are in love, the melody that person plays is a memory that is perfectly in tune. The reminiscence of those memories stalks you, like a predator.
Just last year, my girl and I were living in a house that is was burned down. We created some of our most intimate moments in that house. It started out as an accident to come there, but it quickly became a fixed purpose for two weeks. It made us completely reliable and focused on our relationship. Food, transportation, and intimacy became a new question and adventure for us.
I can just think about some of the many memories, that have passed which makes my tears stain my cheeks.
We were on the bus, traveling and living a life full of serene and explosive details which make up the best picture now.
After the memories have dawned, we have a new expectation.
THIS starts now! Right now, we are going, to begin with, an intellectual pivot.
The plates are merging harder and the lava spills on the site that brings photosynthesis. The energy and sunlight all create a misery of ancient misunderstandings. STILL, there is an intellectual pivot, that dives deeper into the joy of slothfulness. Time all makes this impossible encouraged to resort to nothing.
I look forward to engaging in some of these plates of thought with you guys here. This will be more personal and direct than any of my other blogs such as:
jester4x.blogspot.com
This is an alternative. One with much more color and antique design!
You’re invited! Come & Let’s Flow!
Summarized Notion For Thought: When you think about what is deep, and what cries for growth, we can think about the blood racing so that it is replenished. It feels good to run and find ourselves at the sight of what’s attractive, once we are naked.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 