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 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 :
“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!)
when you’re lonely – you’ll search every languid hall for an expired season – bumping into the very reason, which provide no alibi…only treason! as i walked astray, i’ve beaten up the innocent and have accused the elderly fray.
this is a transition, which leaves me on a mission to find the utility. i contemplate whether i should continually swallow, this pill of lonesome arrival?
the system has not yet processed, the last byte of sand that’s been witched! my digital frame belongs to a name, not remembered or savored by fame. although, some scream loudly and capture with fallacious print and distorted light. my feet returns to the outdated announced fight.
here it goes again! wher3? over there – just a little closer to the edge, where i’m already hung up over the ledge. the overwhelming plea of this frequent Kabuki theatre, sends worms onto Shakespeare’s SKIN. the mere speech from these actors, makes the mind THIN!
it’s TEW MUCH! a stew rush! the bowl is full and the servings are plentiful but if i eat any more slowly, it’ll grow cold. a flavor equating to mold, cuz the code is just THAT grotesque. your tongue guaranteeing the taste of the silver screen burlesque!
when you’re lonely – you’ll sit in the rocking chair covered in a heated sweat, crying.wetting the face, which begins to trace, all of those smiles hung up and broken, into a stubborn place.
angles and angelspas(t) around you with present pretense (the future while *dense*) still bribe the clock to rock according, to a tune that is funky, or one to mock!
when the dreary seas brush you into the mush, which cause you to daydream – flush the stream and entertain the obscene! (LIKE JARGON M’BELLISH) then you will be awakened! to the siren inside your head, the remembrance is enough to awaken the dead.
as spirits of old, wander in search of a body to poke – if your bees start leaving, it’ll soon begin to feel like a joke. hocus pocus! did you look twice or not focus? herein is a story : which wears the dress of the clown, with colors magnified featuring whistles, pizzazz, and bells on your gown!
On one breezy sunday afternoon, Jargon M’Bellish had a thirst for spirit. before Jargon left their home – they made sure they had the following items on:
hot pink n blue boho tunic (with greenapple squares on each sleeve.)
bright orange gloves with marshmallows stickers threaded onto them.
royal purple shade trousers with patches of magazine cut outs, featuring various celebrities.
sunglasses with beige fuzziness on the handles!
when, they finally walked out onto the busy downtown street // they presumed critical eyes glancing. they were right! cuz their clothes were so peculiar. *could, Jargon M’Bellish be a distraction to passing pedestrians watching? *one couldn’t readily tell! the presumption thrilled their function. suddenly as if possessed, Jargon M’Bellish jumped 22 times, before spinning in circles, only then proceeding, to kick their right knee in the air and moon walk backwards to their destiny which was only a few blocks away.
*** not long after Jargon M’Bellish was handed their spirits and charms – they suddenly realized they didn’t bring a backpack to hold their spirit. would anyone think of them to be a drunk, while holding the brown paper bag? could that be the explanation for their boisterous behavior previously? would Jargon M’Bellish attempt; such randomized delirium before returning home again? i suppose it depends on the impending desire to be SEEN! ***
cuz when you’re lonely – you’ll scream at every voice thus silencing a life saving choice. again i say, REJOICE! for even, when words are emptied and bleak cities are filled with waste – our feet are scorned to pick up and make haste! : with the time that’s still in the room, although it lives on the ceiling – loneliness steadily pleads for healing.
when we are torn a part but simultaneously structured, our dispositions shake and we remain flustered! our feet must slow down to the yellow mustard! we’ve already stopped at the RED LIGHT, while speeding through GREEN – our vehicles ran out of STEAM.
as one shuffles through the sheets and profiles of the stranger. the destination in front of you, can’t hide from a very imminent danger.
the unusual mystery of the antediluvian tree – yields blurred mirrors screaming :
“DO YOU KNOW me?!” WHY DO YOU FLEE? Do YOU kNOW Thee?!”
with much more added text, crippling my speech to rhyme & flex. a formula is needed to graph where this goes next…
The Parable of Jargon M’Bellish is about what it feels like to be lonely.
JARGON = language that is characterized by uncommon or pretentious vocabulary and consulates syntax and often vague in meaning
M’= MYTHOMANE (🦷) – a person with a strong or irresistible propensity for fantasizing or exaggerating
BELLISH = to enhance / beautify (a statement or narrative) with fictitious additions, to ‘ish’ it up!
*in case you care not read but to listen —CLICK HERE. the mastering on this is loud in some parts so be warned by the flagrant effects.*
the stars that rest above me are of unbelievable magnitude.
they also sparkle with crystal crimson – blinding me by their rapture of shine and bliss.
the tokens found in my heart are daring to be inserted into a funk machine.
this dance might begin where my tears have left me stale.
perhaps, the tarot card, crystal ball, and Zion’s prayers, predicted this dread?
my unwillingness to play ahead and to saturate the options laid out beforehand, explains this drought.
i’m hot at the command of fluctuated and unreliable weather reports.
yet, the ghost of my ancestral heritage is awaking my hands to remove the stone.
to unveil the performance that has practiced, millennium after millennium.
i have been predestined to understand how these words will develop, my current state of affairs.
for such is sometimes, A ‘s.s.o.a’ – an acronym which means – Sad State of Affairs:
“it’s a sad state of affairs”. that is to say, a series of unfortunate events have taken place, all of which has led down, to the path of sadness.
be it: broken promises.
expectations which go undelivered.
lies being disguised as the truth.
all of these misfortunes have boiled up into a sad emotional burden.
and we want to rid it off like a bumpy itch.
like a fresh and absurd stain created cuz you drank coffee in the hurry for caffeine. (on your white threads, nonetheless)
what could be summarized rather briefly – has extended itself into a long, 6 paged letter.
sadness is then spoken in dissecting paragraphs with a nauseating prolix.
*le sigh*
i don’t like this.
it isn’t right.
damn.
*le sigh*
folks are often inconveniened at the expense of their labor. as it continues on – the emotional allowance and justification for such neglect sinks into desperate pleading.
why can’t ANY this change?
can it rearrange in our favor?
will someone at least care for us?
we don’t always care for ourselves because emotional anxiety can exile our self care routines.
sadness then turns around and asks the bold question – what’s the point?
many lines have been written to justify a love that is self-serving.
self-care is a charge we should take notice of.
however, who is willing to be sought?
when you hide from yourself // who will
seek to find you?
when associates have abandoned themselves into their own busy lives.
when strangers knock on the doors of unfamiliar houses.
when those closest to you seem so far away and your voice is too weak to call.
it does seem terrifying that we are all here alone in melody, but confused in this scattered song.
“What if all that is and all that was before Was just a test to see if we’ll handle more? What if the loss was gain and the gain was truly loss? Happiness is freedom, a chain with a cost.
I wrote a script called ASLEEP // ALARM earlier this year involving a dialogue between being awake or responding to the alarm.
waking up diligently to answer various objectives, is like ketchup on the most visible parts of your white linen.
however, some stains are not at all bothered by the poor defense of water with no soap or elbow grease.
we may need to scrub deeper than the surface.
there’s a war going on between who can be heard the most among the noise.
but everyone knows, the loudest one in the crowd.
they don’t go through the bother of camouflage or soft editing.
they’re usually rambunctious in sharing their passion and highly skilled at competitive laughing.
as it turns out, people would like to get to where they’re going without the hassle of unclear abbreviations.
how can any of this go anywhere without clear specifics?!
in my search to find clarity and meaning in a room full of emotional interplay.
i am aghast at the rumbling of this earthquake, which has shattered the foundation whole.
decisions and choices, i have yet to make.
what will be said about my fate?
the written VISIBLE word was foreign to my eyes.
my ears were overwhelmed with an abundance of music.
sticky strings of classical embroidered carols for the day.
but, darkened thick hallowed melodies of funk and rock guitars at night.
i was forewarned about the flagrant affairs of my recent decisions.
i found myself watering down the seeds planted in my dreams, while forging the present everyday moment in exchange for prolonged daydreaming.
still the pages are left unturned.
answers are still joined at the hip, which provides a hit that doesn’t quit.
when affairs are sour because of late expiration – we need not be afraid of signing off, on tears which are worth the stream release from our eyes.
when the veil is swiped away from the one in the box, mimicking authoritative oppression.
it becomes very clear like in the land of oz’ – that Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs (O.Z.P.I.N.H.E.A.D) pretended all along by the projected trickery of ✳️HYPE✳️.
he changed his form constantly therefore making illusion of the fact, that he was an ordinary man from Omaha, Nebraska – who had amazing technological gear!
the wizard of oscar zoroaster phadrig isaac norman henkle emmannuel ambroise diggs, what a LEGEND!
remember beloved, when you encounter a ‘SSOA’ and you are guaranteed to, at some point in your life.
insert this token into your memory bank – sad doesn’t always rhyme with bad.
sad can rightfully drive one mad or make one incredibly glad!
sad is merely a STATE and thus – it is possessed with the amazing ability to change its form.
running?
if you are gonna run to get there: make sure you don’t rush. as to not flush your energy and your sound mind. think of staying hydrated, for you are using way more energy. you gonna need way more energy in return! make sure your muscles are not tense and your body is well exercised. stay in tune with what kind of shoes you are wearing, you don’t want to run on an empty soul.
walking?
if you are gonna walk to get there: make sure your comfortable. stride with a strut of direction. yield to the flow of traffic. walk rhymes with talk. these two things working together is what promotes a healthy slide. the slide can become more smooth when given bounce. before you know it, the walk and talk – becomes a dance.
dancing?
if you are gonna dance to get there: follow with the flow of the melody or get loose without a care to who or what is around. *this may mean rubbernecking and eyes in influx…if you gonna step on some toes, you may get a biscuit and side piece of who knows?*
whose in the better position to open the door? all of us. at any point in our search for meaning, some roads take longer and some mean more work and attention. when all is said and done – we’re all turning the knob. Some may break the door down all together without consideration of looking for the key.
YOU MAY GET SOME MONEY.
YOU MAY BE BLOWN UP.
YOU MAY MEET LUXURY.
THE DESIGN OF WHAT’S NEXT MEANS…
D O
N O T
R U S H
just blush.
kiss the s p a c e between white and plush.
don’t fuss.
argue not with a desire to win.
plant your seeds with a confident grin.
find the time.
for destiny awaits you even when your rhyme is broken.
lost visions but found dreams can still be your token.
A counterfeit love is dressed in the garment that suggests forgiveness because they know not what they do. However, some people know what they’re doing and do not care to provide a resolution. Perhaps, they’re unable to consider the variables that are outside of their control? Maybe, they are confused about the emotional matrix that alternates between red and blue – (me or you?)
So, what does love have to do with it? Love may have everything to do with purpose – if driven by harmonious lines. At one point can one arrive in love? A purpose is designed to act with efficient functionality. Love should be able to perform its definition – not merely exist as a fashion accessory.
But what is love? Love is a poem. Love is a song. Love is plural. Love is two doughnuts for the price of one. Love is the truth that isn’t there because the circumstances changed the context of where it lived before. Here is not where it used to be and love is not what it professed to see. Love is moving in a pulsating silence – All the while love is leading by leaving, for it does not know how to keep still.
Love is a foot.
Love is a walk.
Love is a strut.
Love is a glide.
Love is a guide.
Love is a stomp.
Love is a jump.
Love is a dance.
Love is motion.
Love is spinning
Love is a foot.
When the sands of time have expired and loving is no longer capable of flourishing in the same room – the journey has reached its end. Love cannot be bottled up, for then the chemicals will combat and the smoke will perform acrobatics. What’s the purpose of love? Purpose serves the will of many accounts, for love is always whatever you mold it to be.
You are invited to August Feels Like Wednesday! The full experience which will be one of narration. Writing sometimes takes the form of songs, poetry, and Narration. Released Late this month 8.28.18.
Mark Your Calendars and get ready to experience food served by various artists! I won’t leave you hanging for too long! There will be plenty of desserts which will be released right before the main course!
Sometimes, you need to be reminded that; You are a brave soul. With wings to fly. You have the muscles and energy of your ancestors strong in you right now. Remember You Are Royal, and Your Intelligence is A Reminder of This Very Fact of Your Flight! Connecting with the plural (a group) means understanding the singular landscape (Individual sense of self).
I hope you can listen to this affirmation, and then move accordingly into a Higher Height and even a deeper depth. You got this!
You are intelligent – remember that. If you don’t feel like you are, you can learn about yourself. Get familiar with the sand. Understand nature and unlock the pineal gland. Realizing on a conscious collective that we all have been given this knowledge individually. At the primitive core – we reflect a broader reality. No longer must we subject ourselves to the illusion of systematic indoctrination. All of us can push into higher places with the sharpening of insight.
It takes studying. Reading. Listening.
We have been given mobility, and that grants us access to our individual journey. Realizing that our abilities can be sharpened and we can go to further than we ever thought was possible.
In other words: The knowledge of your abilities is hanging on the wings of those who have gone that far – your ancestors.
When it’s funk – you can pardon the length it takes to prove the point. In fact among all of the distinct solos and rhythmic gliding, who cares if the cup is running over? I remember getting lost in the experience of jams that seemed to last over 30 minutes. I was taken away by the bass and drums – before the guitar or keys ever made their entrance. My feet could not remain still. My face improvised a series of sonnets and joyful disgust. It was ugly. Almost like the spirit of music personally chose me to endow me with the gift of goosebumps over my body.
If you have experienced similar sensations – you know all too well about the luxury of funk. It’s insane and sometimes just ridiculous because sanity goes out the window. It’s something about a thumping bass and horns that blow your head off. If you ever underestimated the power of funk – the funk ain’t ever too far to remind you of its skill. Most of us just look at the table and whatever happens to be on it. We don ’t pay too much attention to what’s supporting it.The legs and bloodline of what helps the table stand are rarely given detailed attention. If you are lost in the groove, rarely is the focus on the buildup. The journey of sound takes you a wide arrange of places.
I was blessed like many others to experience the grace and normality of funk music. The funk was always in my backyard and whenever I needed a flavor I didn’t know I was missing, it would hit me up with no delay. I never got spoiled by it because U Know… “Music Never Lies, You know It’s true!”I had the pleasure to witness Funk on the regular because I lived in one of the Funk Capitals of the world, Minnesota! An unlikely place to some, unless you knew who Mr. Nelson was. Prince is the embodiment of music and while he played around with various kinds of music – funk is the main ingredient in all of his servings over the years. Rock N Roll for him had to be funky.
Sometimes, life itself can toss us into moments of funk. (No surprise there) An unreasonable desire to screw our faces and shake our heads. This has happened much more often as of late, it’s not hard to understand the flow of why this happens. We all know when we are witnessing a luxury. A remarkable experience is embedded in us and becomes the blueprint of how we value the experience. It’s important to remember the vastness of how many diamonds, emeralds, gold, silver, and jewels exist underneath the core. There are many properties that exist and none of them are mutually exclusive. How we consider worth is often one of heated discourse. The burning need to compare experiences tend to invalidate the individual pieces that embody the whole. (See; Beyoncé vs XYZ)
Nothing is merely created out of the blue. There is an important process and combinative forces that join together. Of course, we don’t think about this. The focus is often on the finished product which is what leads me to my next point about the funk. Funk music takes it time. It might hit you quickly or the bass may be buried in the mix – but it’s there if you pay more attention to the details, it becomes less ambiguous. We should take the time to let each instrument have the ability to solo in a song.
“What my drummer wanna say? Listen 2 my bass man play Listen 2 the guitar play”
I live for solos because we all got something to offer. If there’s one thing I can set aside as a valuable experience with Prince, is that he takes you on this journey! He’s shared his life through his music. This is one luxury of FUNK – there are places you did not know you can go. Remember when joining in the journey with Prince – bring your foot pray Cuz it’s gonna be funky!
“Just when U thought it was safe 2 go outside
Eye hit your ass with another funky design
And it’s real good
U thought it wasn’t when U shoulda
Checked yourself before U got another foot in your ass
And now it comes 2 pass another phat shot from the higher class
That’s right, U’re still a rookie, see
Kickin’ it with the grown folks in the wrong key
Honey please, U need 2 find
Somebody that’ll hip U 2 the funky design
Shouts out 2 the rookies, put it in the bank
And let it gain a cent or 2 until it just stanks
And flows, your nose will know
When it’s all wrinkled, then it’s good 2 go
On the fire, I would be a liar
If I didn’t say I wanna take U higher
And hip U 2 the one-eyed bass
Listen 2 the solo while it pleads my case
And just when U thought it was over, it started up again
I’m dreaming of a world with more zeros. A future filled with information which doesn’t end but repeats. A loop of daily routine found in a prism of ideas, to yield more discovery. How grand it would be, for our future to endlessly reach more experiences of love.
In a time where research is easily accessible – do you ever stop to think – we have enough information already? There’s so much hidden and revealed, there can’t be anything else left for us to know, right? Nah!
There’s plenty of wisdom left to uncover. The love of wisdom is what philosophy is at the center to root. The encouragement that comes from knowledge is awe-inspiring. The potential of knowledge made to good use revives and stimulates your nerves. When information is accessed properly – it aligns your memories to your eventual dreams.
Dreaming is to uncover those random thoughts that slipped through mundanity. *Let’s be Real: Life can be incredibly stagnant and predictable.* In spite of this, A picture that you briefly looked at it – can come back as a mansion of chandeliers. These can all be set to challenge and remind you of an essence meant to be explored when you wake up.
For a moment – picture every seed as a zero. When you plant zeros in the ground – you are essentially planting nothing. That’s what it seems. A small figure that expands into something Grand. All of the proper conditions must be in sync for it to yield a worthy result. Now think of it:
Dreaming of a world with more seeds.
Wouldn’t this be Grand? Where would we plant all of these seeds? They can’t all go into the ground – that would be limiting every other pocket waiting to be filled. Plant seeds in the clouds, souls, Children, etc. You’ll never have a shortage of places to plant seeds.
The more you plant those seeds – your zeros will stand among the many.
My dream is now living life with more seeds. More opportunities that await a future that’s entwined with past and present. It’s not that hard to see. A life that encourages us to plant seeds. To intend for a result which performs positivity.
”The dance at the end Our memories and genetics – will they transcend? What’s left of the impact we leave behind? The matrix of life – does it fully unwind? How are we then able to know? When death reveals its face – do we all glow? The insatiable hope that our actions aren’t in vain That we’ll find a storage facility in some Human brain Our lives are all but smoke cast into the air Wishing to be smelled by the nose of those that dare A compatible willingness to be remembered by the spices of our scent Various pictures of our taste set aside as a tent in one’s mind We all long to be remembered with a nostalgic bind Experiences, memories, and our written history are the makeup of our lives The dance floor is where we release – our collective archives”
The Living Things is finally here and it’s FULLY ALIVE. I was driven to create this because I had a few things to say about life. Life is moving for even in the silence – pulsating vibrations are recognized. There are seven parts to this project and each deal with various aspects (Windows) of life. In the three weeks prior to releasing this, I talked about how Water is Internet, The Echoes In The Night, and how YOU have the luxury privilege of disliking whatever is experienced in life.
Now you can experience the full life of The Living Things. The other four windows to this are as follows: The Living Things // W.G.E.O.L. (We Gave Each Other Life) // Makeup & Lighting // Zippers IN The Dark.
You got 39 minutes? I got this! I figure if you can invest 39 minutes and some change – you’ll learn something. Maybe you’ll be challenged? Who knows – only if you can invest some of your minutes. The great thing is – this will be up here forever. I wanted to create something direct and clairvoyant and not too full on like Characters In The Wind
There’s something for everybody and this thing is alive to help you transcend.
You have the liberty to Donate to this as an act of love or maybe you disliked it. Either way, it’s fine cuz this is it. Life is still breathing.
Wanna sing but have no inspiration? Wanna dance but afraid of the crowds? Wanna be a star but trapped in the nucleus of a black hole? Can’t manage to be happy but rather sad at the lack of currency? Wanna exchange lives but have no soul? Wanna fly but have no wings for flight?
The answer is found in the journey of nothingness. There ain’t nothing that can be said about the ‘something’ you ain’t do. There ain’t no sound or voice for the victim of the blame. There is only the charade of guilty bells which ring on Sunday’s morning condemnation sermon.
Messages like:
“GET RIGHT OR GET LEFT! YOU HAVE NO TIME. WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
Truth be told, there’s ain’t no expected time for your growth or healing.
A pill of circumstance only wishes to be blessed. There ain’t no curse more lethal than not accepting one for who they are. This is where religion or ‘overt spirituality’ or politics or anything other than love gets in the way. Anytime there is a barrier or line drawn – the point is missed.
LOVE IS THE ONLY LAW.
You can’t control someone’s choices. The moment you feel compelled ‘To warn someone of their wickedness..” you presume you know what’s good and likely the ‘good’ things are found in the word you desperately have hidden in your heart – so that you won’t sin against the G-d of YOUR choice. You have every right to believe and act according to your belief. Belief is one thing, sharing it to the point of extreme evangelism is another.
People who talk to G-d are usually cool with me. But the people who G-d talks to? Sheeeiit. Did you hear g-d or was that just you? Could it all be just what you want to believe? I’m not against positive thinking, it’s helpful. I’m just saying, g-d telling you to do this, go there, say this, preach this – makes me wonder who’s agenda is really being upheld? We all know humans do a very good job at speaking for the divine. Humans claim to be instruments in which the divine flows through.
This is one of our purposes in life. To partake in a journey to reach places as our evolution leaps into the next door.
If you can’t see the journey as a stepping stone than what is it? A waste of time? An empty hall where you were forced to go through with no promise at the end? Didn’t you have fun or was it just to make you depressed afterward? What was it all for if you can’t smile and cry with the pages of your history?
For it was written and it can’t be erased by the present pen. The walls are finished and the stage is set. You must perform even when nervous, eat while you are sleeping. This is how you learn and grow from the visions set before you.
Dreams await you where a love can be seen again for what they are worth. What’s it all for? A record to be known and seen for what it means for your abilities to see with intent. It’s all for love but love ain’t always easy. Love is about the thrill of knowing what it is to want to have without.
Here’s a tip for the hip // dancing with the devil is sometimes fun because the party is in the moonlight. It’s not always what it seems or looks like it can be. Inside every soul is a treasure to be found, light to be illuminated and shared. Whenever you are able to give – give with honest delivery. Don’t worry too much about what you stumble on. Dip your whip!
Can it be Premonition, Paranoia, Fear, or The Heart?
I feel something coming. It’s coming to arrest me. To lock me up inside a cell of confusion. I don’t want to get lost. I only want to be found at the bay of safety. I’m being stalked by the shadow. Everywhere I turn the light follows me but so does this shadow. I have no secret place away from this troubling feeling. I am taken away by the travels of fear and paranoia – they are driving me further into my shadow existence.
My feelings are witnessing to a Premonition that something is gonna arrive and it will leave me without reason or answer. Listening to the heart means sometimes doing the unthinkable. The heart might as well be our inward eyes. It sees what reality is for what it is made up out of. It can’t unsee what it sees. No matter how we try to put on the shades to protect ourselves from the radiation of what we see.
The longing for something better has once again returned.
I lie awake at night on fire, my core literally burns.
That familiar voice that is my own tells me to run and hide.
The only problem is that there’s nowhere to go; how can I run from my own insides?
Is it so bad to long for what’s unknown and simultaneously known?
I cry out, asking for help, asking simply to be shown.
Is it selfish that I want recognition for what it is I’ve done?
Even if I give all of the credit to the Ultimate One?
Is it selfish that I want it to be my name that is spoken?
Is it selfish that I want some appreciation, even a small token?!
It seems the only thing to do is wait until the end.
I must wait until our eternal lives are slated to begin.
Only then will these questions asked be answered with no bias.
When these notions of an ever-dwindling time are simply put behind us.
(Timeless Burning – Sylina D. Black)
This poem totally rhymes with my heart and the overall direction of this piece. Thank you again Sylina – for remaining right on time with your subject, motif, and genre.
The heart never lies because it’s beating to keep you alive. Navigating through the multilayered sound of the heart can confuse what fear, paranoia, or premonition offers. It’s best to start off with love because love returns everything to focus.
When you don’t have love to back things up, you are literally screwed. If love ain’t the backbone and foundation – you only have curse words and empty promises. Nothing ahead of you can make a clear path. You are destroyed with only memory and fainted desires to build with plastic wood. You can’t move to a safe place if love isn’t already your safe place. If you build with weak tools and equipment, eventually everything is gonna crumble and retire back to inflated wheels.
This is why love must be the champion in a relationship. If it doesn’t keep you coming back, love was never there. You believed falsely. You thought it was true only to find out you were robbed of honesty. You got hoaxed. Fooled by the enormities of emotion and pleasure.
You believed in what was real in the idea but false in reality. You gonna have to pay for this sacrifice by offering another promise. You won’t win this time, you’ll have to replenish it again. You lost but only to gain again consciousness. You gotta hit harder but only to the right target.
If the moment is caressed by anxiety and lack of motivation, how can one completely live in it? It’s not always easy being courageous enough to face the inevitable. You know what’s avoidable by the plague of normalcy. Specific patterns are driven in our subconscious. We don’t always stumble because we walk in darkness, sometimes too much light can distort our navigation.
We are not always equipped to say what we want to say in heat of the moment. I encourage vulnerability but I’d be the first to admit, this isn’t always easy.
Having the courage to put our thoughts into words takes time and effort. This still doesn’t mean everyone gets the full spectrum of what is being said. Examples come and go, but I like to believe this diagram is quite illustrative of what it’s like having a conversation (online especially) *this diagram has been created before but I’ve redesigned it*
At the heart of it, we want to be understood. Nina Simone said it quite soulfully:
Nina Simone said it quite soulfully:
“Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I’m mad Doncha know no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But I’m just a soul whose intentions are good Oh Lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood…”
My intentions are to make you dance. To make you play. It doesn’t always come easy. The rules of chess take time. Fragments to the ear are bits and pieces processed all the way to the heart. It’s not the full story, but rarely if ever the full story is given at one time. It takes time. Art helps us fill in the gaps. Illustrations are great ways of saying a lot.
The reason why people raise their voices is that they feel they aren’t getting through.
‘U got 2 go through, 2 get 2 it…” – The Work Pt.1
People just want to make sense. They want to get to the bottom of what you are saying. The top may be hard to get, but the foundation while invisible to most eyes, still deserve investigative research. The less you say, the better. People don’t expect performance. Behavior is what tells people the destination of your words.
Which is why we must perform. The unexpected. The unexpected is guaranteed at the moment. Live in it. Breathe in it. Listen to the moment, when the moment is yours. You are always gonna be thinking. People gonna also take what they want to take from it.
To a degree, we all got selective hearing. Hearing what we want to hear. Bits and pieces of what makes sense to the story in our head. When getting to the truth – we got to get through the lines.
The lines ain’t always easy. We have to draw with the ink that we have at the moment. I’ve made it a clear purpose of mine, to speak honestly. I can’t be worrying about what others perceive about my art pieces. If you have questions, I’ll welcome you to my gallery. I got all kind of cool shit on my walls. If you want to know the context behind the colors I choose to use, the shapes that I decide to geometrically parallel, feel free to study them. Understand them. The cool thing about art is that more than one meaning can be taken from it.
If you are standing under, you’ve missed it. Stand tall. For when the moment presents itself to you-you can only speak on what you know. People might only get a piece of what you are delivering to them. That’s a reaction to their hearing. What was processed in their ears? A circle runs by infinity. Expand by the embrace of the moment.
I’m getting better at being in the moment. We talk a great deal about living in the moment, but this isn’t always easy when the past is looking back at us. The past is a beast of burden because it carries meaning. Especially if abuse was experienced. You always remember your scars. It doesn’t dissolve in the face of the future. I’m living out of the search of my scars. These scars are told by the past that came before it. They do not define them.
So what was heard is not always the fullness of what was said // but in time all circles find the full revolution. (If you have 3 Dollars and 6 dimes at least)
Lianne La Havas is as angelic as she appears when you first make contact with her artistic expression.
(STORY TIME WITH JESTER: SKIP THE BOLD LETTERING, IF YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE SHOW, WITHOUT ME GOING IN ABOUT THE BACK STORY OF MY CONTACT WITH LIANNE LA HAVAS:)
Her show at the Varsity Theater wasn’t the first time I’ve experienced her magic. It was only last year [2014] when she joined the stage with Prince at Essence Festival – performing ‘Sometimes It Snows In April’. I knew after that experience, I would have to see her again. I didn’t expect to become so emotionally charged after that performance, but her guitar strumming and vocal serenade healed me in more ways than one.
What I didn’t expect, was my second experience with her, only less than two weeks after I left The Essence Festival. Prince had invited me to Paisley Park to listen and review his upcoming project Plectrum Electrum. So while nervously preparing for what the night might bring; Unbeknownst to me at the time, she and I actually were in the same hotel, and it was only moments before we left to head over to Paisley – I was told she and I (along w/ her friend) would be in the same car.
She greeted me with joy and said “You Must be Jester! A pleasure to meet you, I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you” Without going too far into a tangent, which is completely possible when I recall that experience – it was absolutely incredible. Her energy level is so down to earth and so real – the music is so good, because of the soul in her blood.
Which leads me into her show last night. Her newest album ‘Blood‘ is rhythmic and fluent. She speaks of going to her roots when making this album ‘Blood’, and the flow of her story is a rushing sensation.
The way Lianne, delicately and intricately plays with her coy yet confident gestures, will pull you in immediately. She started the show off with Green & Gold. A song that charges her recognition of where she comes from.
“I’m looking at a life unfold Dreaming of the green and gold Just like the ancient stone Every sunrise I know Those eyes you gave to me That let me see Where I come from”
Throughout the show, her illumination only begins to grow stronger, and more pulling. She shuffles between songs from her first album ‘Is Your Love Big Enough? Which captures the audience with passion and harmonic vibration.
By the time she gets into “Wonderful,” the room remains quiet yet in full focus to her tone.
“You can trip, flick a switch like a thief Break the circuit between us But electricity lingers In our fingers
Oh you can burn every fuse and refuse Turn your positive minus Electricity lingers In our fingers”
Electricity also lingers through melodic tones. It’s not only her lyrics. It’s her unique ability to wear color, and to sing with melodic conviction. Her songs actually carry a melody, which achieves the best recall in my memory. (I’m guilty of randomly, bursting out her songs in loud yet passionate ways 😀 )
You know she believes what she is saying, and she demonstrates this, by her movement and visual nuance.
Taken by Nancy Andersen 🙂
She’s stunning from head to toe and I couldn’t be the only one absolutely baptized by her remarkable beauty. She has this unique charm, and it all stems from the love she puts into her music. She’s more than just a visual masterpiece that is more spectacular each and every time. Her music is a testament to her incredible being.
The show in its entirety was exactly fit for her. The Varsity is a beautiful venue, that really serviced her voice and band so incredibly well!
With Lianne, you are guaranteed several experiences.
•Visual Bliss / She’s Stunningly Beautiful
• Vocal Powerhouse / Phrasing – she can sing anything and it sounds just right.
• Instrument Familiarity / She can really play guitar. (AND BASE GUITAR)
• Story Teller / her lyrics is insightful and uniquely whimsical.
• She exceeds what you expected / Lianne La Havas is Unstoppable.
Don’t ever tell your kids they can’t listen to all kinds of music because it’s secular, worldly, or what you call ‘The Devil’s Music.”
It’s one of the worst ways to indoctrinate a child.
A lot of Pentecostal, Baptist, and NonDenominational churches in particular – really have a narrow view on what MUSIC is. (Or even what a STORY is, based on what some determine as explicit content.) Religious and conservative people alike, tend to preach the most against this.
Music is one of the best ways to learn about who we are. Rhythm makes you dance, and that ain’t ever a bad thing.
Start identifying with a context of sound and stories, before you generalize all music as being wrong or somehow unhealthy. For the longest of time, I never knew what a lot of music sounded like because I was afraid that it wasn’t right. I wasn’t taught correctly, so I ended up incorrectly interpreting what sound is.
Don’t be misled by some misinterpretation of what Good music is supposed to sound like or feel. Listen to all kinds of sounds and vibrations, and engage with clarity. The music ends up catching up to you anyway.
That’s the goal. It’ll bring you together somehow.
“Everything Comes From Sound, All Vibrating Under The Crown “- ‘AINTURNINAROUND | PLECTRUMELECTRUM | 3RDEYEGIRL | PRINCE
Lately, I’ve been discussing the recent Paisley Park Experiences with friends, and how spontaneous they are. You aren’t always given any warning, sometimes only three hours before it begins. Unlike several previous times, we were informed through @PURPLESSENCE (Paisley Park’s Official Twitter Handle) a night before, after reading Iris Perez’s detailed experience at Paisley herself, that there would be a Dance Party in light of the recent Baltimore Uprising. 30$ Cover.
How does one invite someone to something as spontaneous as Paisley Park?! “Hey, Prince is opening his studio, and you are invited! It goes on for about five hours at a time, could be longer but it’s ultimately determined by this thing we call ‘The Everlasting Now’. We don’t know if he’s gonna perform, but there will be great dancing and 360 sound in the best sound spaces you could imagine! You down?
How does one turn that down? That’s the thing: YOU DON’T. You just GO! Every experience at Paisley is different and seemingly always tailored for the occasion.
Before the show even started, we were entertained by the two DJ’s out, making sure our feet raced on the carpet in the Luv4OneAnother room. A room allowing of space, but extremely faint compared to the Main Sound Stage. Our feet needed more room to play. There were about 300 of us there as a family unit. We were then carried through visual time travel to the Main Sound Stage.
Soul Train clips plastered on the screen, all seemingly in sync with the music played. (Shout out to Rosie Perez, as she demonstrated some of the most fly moves on screen – responded by Denise…as she shared some taunting moves too!!)
Soul Train then morphed into select pieces of artwork, dressed on the projector, in high definition, which served as a great lucid endearment. But then there is a live video to get you going too! Several, 3rdEyeGirl – videos from London were shown. Alongside with never before seen clips. The private performance of Lianna La Havas was shown at her home in London, that she did earlier last year.
Including the video (Which was only available as audio before) from The Infrared Showcase, that was briefly online on YouTube – a show for Appolonia who starred in Purple Rain – Seeing Prince play Endorphinmachine and ‘She’s Always In My Hair’ right before her, was a magical thing to witness.
An emotional tear evoking performance of Jimi Hendrix on guitar had us all soul lifted. Liv Warfield alongside, in the visual experience, made up for a great night. I’d pay 30$ just to see that again. It was crafted so well and really had your heart beating for the next page.
We all enjoy when Prince performs, it is the closest thing we have to conversation without actually speaking to him.
Music is Prince’s language.
We tend to underestimate the language in which Prince speaks through his music. This man is literally an instrument, and he is capable of talking with more than his voice. He uses instruments to channel his raw emotional rendition; whether it’s his guitar, keyboard, or even bass guitar. All which he played last night, in very select parts of the show. Prince doesn’t simply play music, he is music. Engaging instruments like a scientist, utilizing space, to engage in a significant conversation with musical rhetoric.
It seemed he had a story to tell concerning the recent chaotic experiences. Starting off with Chaos & Disorder and falling into Dreamer. “Chaos & Disorder, ruling my world today”.
Dreamer is one of the most memorable of the night. Prince puts down his Ax for a brief moment only to play around with his keyboards. He remained there for about five minutes, to offer a rendition that was more than words can say. Lost, through his keyboard and synth stabs, he was caught within space. After feeling satisfied with his delivery of piano ministry, he heads back to his guitar with a little bit more to say.
“Peanut Butter Logic – Served on a bed of lies, don’t go down to easy when you see your Daddy crying. Have you ever clutched the steering wheel of your car – tight? See in Chanhassen we ain’t scared of the police at night, but I wasn’t always here..”
(Prince hasn’t always been in the best sides of town, he knows how the cops can be in less progressive and privileged communities)
He made mention of the chemicals chasing people at night in the skies – Encouraging the crowd to keep our 3rd Eye Open… Like CBS “So that we could SEE their B.S.”
Prince being aware of the struggles that certain communities experience.
He asked:
“Where you from?”
While answering through his guitar – a melodic sadness which seemed to correspond to what comes from being questioned by the police.
Crimson And Clover was accentuated by Donna’s divine guitar playing. The song reached the boiling point in which Prince delivered the first striking guitar solo. A guitar story which reached a climatic baptizing, wherein Prince expressed his most sensual and pulsating guitar mannerisms like he was simply drinking water.
The crowd engaged repeating “Over & Over..”
We then are reminded, He loves us- But not like his Guitar. And we can see Donna LOVES her guitar too.
Prince really enjoys talking with his guitar, it seems. Sure, he has his loves, but when he plays guitar – we can see, he loves that a bit more.
What is Plectrum Electrum?! It’s a guitar pick that is in an electric relationship with emotional translation. He explains with Donna just what Plectrum Electrum is. Guitars echo with extreme fire and awakening power.
The crowd cheers and all of us scream. More!
He then gets on the bass guitar and performs ‘The Whole Of The Moon” (A cover by the Water Boys)
Easily the funkiest part of the night, The full of the moon punctuated the experience of the night.
Prince invited several people on stage to harmoniously groove our way back to the Dancefloor.
While he didn’t perform the new song, Baltimore like he did for Iris. We got a whole lot of music that redeemed the conversation on Freddie Gray, and what’s going on in Baltimore. Prince doesn’t have to call it by a song name, he said what he needed in the arrangement and heart of the night.
Another Paisley Night covered by pure passion. An emotional experience that is molded by the gift of music. Sure it was entertainment but it felt like a Love Trip. It’s an experience – an emotive spiritual consequence is born at that place. The sudden nature of spontaneous dictum declares a victorious revival. Energies are restored, feet (while battered and bruised from dancing) travels the distance needed for redemption. The Cycle of The Moon Effects The Motion of the Sea What You Did Prince?! On top of that – it’s spent with friends and family! Thank YOU to Prince & 3RDEYEGIRL.
“We R 3RDEYEGIRL AND SO ARE YOU”.
Set List For The Curious(Keep In Mind..A Song Title is what it is. The name of the song. It doesn’t at all speak to how he translated it live and what emotion was geared in when we heard it)
Chaos And Disorder Dreamer Crimson And Clover Guitar Plectrum Electrum The Whole of The Moon
“Nobody ever said that a map is ‘proof’ that a certain place on the map exists – but if they are curious enough to follow that map, they may discover for themselves that it does in fact exist – after which they can then speak from experience and claim that the ‘map’ is in fact accurate….Someone who looks at the map and then says ‘that place doesn’t exist!’ before they have even followed the map – is to me, more foolish than the one whom they are mocking for having followed the map…”
My prayer is that you will awaken and assure me in my most dire attempts. When I falter between the influx of my intention and your will. You are the answer! All of my hope is in you, my faith is because of your faithfulness. Truly you’re so great and wonderful, all majesty which is truly in you! You beckon at my seas and you roar with grand love! You’re precious and you’re my own! I am yours and our relationship is kept by your power. Thank you for the continual grace. You pour into me such beauty and love. I truly love you because you love me! It never ends because your love has no beginning or end. It goes on forever much like your love continues to awaken me in my most hopeless hour! Within, I can speak to you and you listen! All of my roaring depictions are heard in the tempest of my frail frame. As I look onto the others which cover the pursuit of their own, without navigation. I can’t help but see a portion of me, a glance of my own covetousness. I endlessly sought my own conjecture, to beckon of a need, that is greater! What becomes known in the depth, is my unique fingerprint. Many voices which are crying out, and I know we should hear them call.
Voices cryin’ out in the night hear them call Voices cryin’ out, hear them call
It’s a night like no other night It’s a day almost turning gray It’s a heart like a broken heart It’s a wheel at the end of day
It’s a life of a boy who’s scared Of the waves rushing out And the wind in the air It’s a sight of one longing to taste of life
Voices crying out in the night hear them call Voices from some foreign shore
Visions that seem an incredible dream Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call Voices crying out hear them call
It’s a song of a love unsung It’s the pain of just being young It’s a cry of a voice unheard Of a face speaking silent words
It’s a hope that the time goes by Take you upon a wing Teach your soul to fly It’s a wish that you’ll live your experience life
Voices crying out in the night hear them call Voices from some foreign shore
Vision that seem an incredible dream Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call Voices crying out, hear them call
Oh, do you know how it feels to be free Walking your path of life Embracing destiny One day at a time
Voices cryin’ out (Oh, can’t you hear them) Voices cryin’ out (Listen please, listen to the future)
Sounding melodies in my sleeping. R.E.M. State – it cycles my mind. Waking up on the fragrance of soulfully delivered instructions! These dreams of charm taste at the very beginning desperation, but in the very end – what is promised. Sweeter than the space of sugary islands coerced with snow and mellow comfort. I taste a beckoned bite ready to give me what my heart needs. Having known what is wanted through the actions of pressing obligations. My turning is met by love in its true relationship form. The curtains are displaying a sheerly remarkable outfit, perfect for the ends and outs of individualism. I can arrange in my mind exactly the notes and strings which the model will walk the runway. I smile when I see its life only a few steps away from completion. Everything is only a breath away from the language that is spoken. Still, in the memory and strength of trust; my work accompanies my faith.
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 