BBBBBBBAAAAAAADDDDDDD : DAMMIT IM MAD!

dammit i’m mad! (read it backwards) 😂 but still excitingly glad to report much progress is being made on my upcoming audio book ‘WAIT / WEIGHT THE MINUTE ! TyPo Or fAiTh/ FATE ? as it turns out recording chapters of your own words is more challenging than one would imagine. all of lines changing and times rearranging rhymes. this project is both spiritual and mathematical thus various contradictions appear. (here and near) transitions // tradition

sinister // minister


last days // last daze!

But through the work, many correlations are nonetheless teachable moments. It’s all aligned // It’s not so Bad but then again it is not just BAD but BBBBBBBAAAAAAADDDDDDD!

YOSOGO: May you enjoy the different variations of BAD with this playlist!

BAD X7 Themes & Correlations

TIDAL LINK:
https://tidal.com/playlist/13ab8a12-80b3-4e89-b11d-5af6e6e30083

  1. WHY YOU WANNA TREAT ME SO BAD ? – Prince // In this case ‘Bad’ is just how it sounds. just down wrong. when I treat you so good, but you treat me so bad. that ain’t right yo!

2. WHY DOES IT HURT SO BAD? – Whitney Houston // Back to feeling Sad, thought I let it go, why does it hurt me so?

3. BAD REPUTATION – Donna Summer // Always think twice! Don’t throw your love away and get into public arguments and reactionary interactions. Your reputation can’t be brought or sold but higher to this point ::: Trust your Instinct and LISTEN!

4. BAD BAD NEWS – Leon Bridges // Everything about this is smooth and lifting. The power of transitory style and grace when people get in your face. Bad bad news? nah, I’m about to turn it n2 a good thing.

5. YOU’VE GOT IT BAD – Stevie Wonder // This song is a trip. included with this song is : the flight, destination, and passing duties to ensure you a safe land. The view is ‘O’ so marvelous, so good the bad becomes good. She’s so bad, it’s good!

6. BAD – Michael Jackson // I’m Bad!! you know it AND THE WHOLE WORLD HAS TO ANSWER RIGHT NOW TO TELL YOU ONCE AGAIN : I’m So bad, I’m Smooth!!!

7. AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM – Beyonce // Beyonce sampled this song from Kilo Ali’s song (America Has A Problem (Cocaine) She changes the meaning and says : well the problem is actually her cuz she’s ‘Bad’.

“20, 40, 80, out the trap, hit it with the rap 
Put it on the map, then we right back 
Call me when you wanna get high, high, high, high 
Tony Montana with them racks 
Ivy P on my bag, double G’s on the dash 
I’m bad, I’m bad 
Tell me when you wanna get high, high, high, highBoy, you can’t get higher than this 
No 
‘Cause love don’t get no higher than this 
No, no”

Now one can for sure criticize this song for its hyper glamorization of why she’s ‘Bad’. Exploitation is definitely in the bag not just birkins and teflar bags. you can’t get racks and billions without taking from those that do the labor to make that possible. That’s the fundamental contradiction in this song, America Does Have A Problem and that’s capitalism and the violence that is required in order to sustain its existence. So how about we get ‘high’ on political education and organization that gives us the focus to change the material realities around us. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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anyways: THE GREAT BIG ESCAPE

looking to find all of the buttons scattered within my mind…

(some reside in the odd corner of 3 n’ 9)

the rest are vacant by 2 n’ 6 with open even tricks

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anyways….

as many suspicions rely on a freaky obscenity 

shoulders are then encouraged to shuffle with amenity

shrugging against the monster which urged them to undress

a fear which quickly transformed their compress

anyways…

now the steam is reasonably provoked & mean

cuz the command was found boiling hot

strings then, wired and tied into a frustratingly difficult knot!

ANYWAYS, this is : THE GREAT BIG ESCAPE! also known as tHe gRaPe & DiP sHaPe, but more clearly understood to be as when one’s gate is rigged against, its fate!

GRACEFUL AUXILIARIES

WATCH NOW – FOR POETRY – READ LATER FOR REASONS EXPLAINED

I don’t have the words unless they’re served in a poetic embodiment.  para//els are everywhere and this whole world is encoded in specific detailed signatures which make up the overall mosaic. I write because it’s freeing to me. it opens doors much like smiles do – illuminating me in ways I never knew possible.

 

“For as prismatic radiance walks up the stairs, to decorate a room loaded with white paint.

Think not of the colors which will remain or those that will taint.

The light from this smile redistributes energy – formerly unknown to me.

For now the twinkle in your eyes has flourished the withering tree.

Forever I see, the reasons that smiles have come to be!

-Some Smiles 

 

I have written many poems as articles of declarations to myself and to those that listen. I dig acronyms, palindromes, and abbreviations. When one can dress a sentence with the right amount of adjectives, my minds really gets to racing. What is Uniformly Known – can be faced for what it truly is. When the truth is naked in the streets – it is the very lion that roars in the wilderness of your heart.

Pounding at your very chest, and sneaking upon you, at the service of your fortitude. Courageously facing the natural trials set upon your eyes, the fastening of ‘The Word’ became applied to you. Now in the woe of remembrance; these selective slices of infinity, uniformly seek position. As they line up each accordingly by their weight and height; they become a mass company, each individual speaking the same language of action.

This Poetry night was freeing me. I want to thank The lovely women at Rituals who extended this chance to speak my words. I am use to recording on my own without an audience. This was a reminder to me especially as I watch back of this recording – the importance of BREATHING! 😀

As I prepared to commit to memory my own writing I became suddenly aware, how much symbolism means to me. I find that words carry meaning differently through time. In the poem “Paradise Clarity” I remember writing that in search of my own discovery of illumination. The idea of being warmed up by clear results – always fascinated me and created a space where utopian livelihood could be experienced. Whenever something is made clear and known – even if it takes a little space – it always seems worth it.

IN SPITE OF MY WISH TO BECOME CLEAR. I HAVE OFTEN HEARD HOW MY WORDS ARE TOO COMPLEX. THAT I’D BENEFIT BY BREAKING DOWN THE TISSUE SO THAT ONE CAN USE IT TO WEEP. PEOPLE ARE LOOKING FOR ANSWERS! NOT MORE PROJECTIONS. WHERE ARE THE BASICS? THE VAST DEFINITIONS OF CENTRAL POINTS, ARE LOST WITH MEANINGLESS RAMBLES. WHY CARE FOR DETAILS AND ANOREXIC PRINCIPLES? (they make up the mosaic)

I reach to the lowest of lows; ripping the guts out of machinery. Is it  my pleasure to rip the insides of everything to only display them in seemingly embarrassing manifestations? *very often* What makes my writing such a driven force of complexity? Those who have considered me dense believe my density is almost as desperate as the obesity I walk over.

How obtuse is this formula; to speak a whole lot of everything under a whole sense of nothing but absurdity. Where is my highest crescendo? Because the decibels are about as high as the vocabulary I wish to make sense of. These words are not hard to grasp and the connection is not unable. These poems are graceful auxiliaries. They aid in understanding this complex world around me.

My comprehension of this  grace; intelligently creates the deepest mystery. My heart is enveloped into the way they have helped processed reality! I am motivated to this service as it have granted me access! While in my marvels; the purest of joy stirs in my belly! As the lights signal affirmations of my path, my soul laughs with wonder! It’s all HA ha! these drops fall upon me and it aids the root of wherein I am planted. These auxiliaries of blessings; have surrounded and persuaded me of our dance together. This dance of celebration and never ending serenades.

WE ARE ALL GETTING THERE! THOSE THAT WISH TO FOLLOW THE WIND – COME ALONG! THE YEAR IS 20/20 – VISIONS ALL CLEAR!

 

 

Venom Sketch

It’s safe to say – I had one of the most amazing weekends of my life! Completely filled with sheer supernatural bliss! Very unprecedented and even as I type these words, I am possessed with such wonder!  “Did that really happen? / Did I really stand steps away from The greatest instrument in modern music? ” Dreams of “Paisley Park” became reality when I actually stepped into the doors! It was a very intimate, and sensual experience that gave my journey a blissful meaning! NOT TO mention, the BEST breakfast!

One of the most exciting elements of this journey this weekend; was meeting the muse, of a poem I wrote not long ago. I saw an image of a feminine figure and she spelled her ink and captured wise pieces! Moments that were sheer poisonous yet appealing. When I went to Minnesota to meet up with my friend Danny L’amour. Through our conversations, I developed such a conversation that realistically she enveloped the writing I wrote. In our depth of sentences, she revealed her essence. I realized while talking to her – she was the woman eye saw while writing this. That had never happened before to me on that level, I was actually meeting the unknown, and it was such a powerful piercing of wonder!

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The imagery of soft pastels you cast send a burning reaction down my veins.

Such excitement which is a foretaste of pleasurable manifestations of serene divinity.

With my eyes; I have begun to taste your insight into what dances before you.

In this particular frame, I marvel at the cognitive renaissance your composition lies.

My questions vanish as I allow your continual charm to answer my begging wonders.

Will you stroke me, as you, stroke the brush that highlights into your clouds?

The journey begins at where my thoughts pass before your sketch.

Have you made up the coloring of your distant abbreviations?

Nearly the shadow of your focus arises over your construction.

Blistering levels of venom intoxicate me by the embrace of your wise sketch.

Thank YOU, for being the muse and for being among the wisest sketches. Your artwork is still embedded within me. I am examining the silence you translated to me. I truly believe I have sat under your construction. You’re going to see me! You sold me a city, that I am only lengths away from experiencing! This is true, and the colors are within me!