RaDiCaL: Angels & Angels

describe to me : the nature of your circumstance?

would you rather walk or dance?

shall we talk it over, or discuss the matter in silence?

or are you for a government ran by the people, or the system promoting self-reliance?

you know what they say : you can do it on your own!

you ain’t gotta look for home: neither should you ask for help, especially when in need. 

SUCK IT UP, don’t cry, just go untreated until your left to bleed!

flesh left open like a party inviting every kind of friend, family, and stranger, which inevitably attracts danger!

cuz’ all them people were gathered in one space : but if not guided by a common grace or principle, their concern is far more scattered and unorganized.

thus, for the people to arise – democratic centralism must be the measure which assures their size!

may our prayers bear knowledge to the ongoing science and emotional feeling.

this type of prayer is an invitation for higher and neutral healing.

to face the very material struggle found in all living beings.

it’s a matter of principally looking in, from within _ examining those contradictions which nonetheless appear as fiction DRESSED in various dictions.

I needn’t recite every line that comes to mind, however it is irrefutably clear – that their lies a wrestle between two opposing forces here and near.

How we confront and deal with one another requires us to call out the whereabouts of FEAR!

depending on the angel / angle, one may misplace the word intended to get to what’s true!

by each clue – may w3 all get through!

When the scenery becomes the garden greenery which enhances the vibration sensation.

what will fill the gap between the bridge that is passed, how can one gather with all they’ve amassed?

Without risking the loss of what they carried, the options are truly unvaried.

going to the ever-turning passage of spitted approval.

as judgements and skeptical glancing seek replacement and removal.

the romancing of the desired beat is to treat a furnished symphony.

for when the kangaroo wishes to land upon a higher stand, because their hump encourages their jump !

how closely do connections cross and feelings tread?

will this interaction be contained or will it spread?

likewise: fungi and real disguised lies, are perplexed in front of truth-seeking eyes.

may we be truthful to the solution, which soothes us to rely on an idealogical foundation and shape ourselves to the real malleable clay.

this is to no dismay.

for when closer to the tears.

and when the mirror reveals all of those spent years…

the pieces are stolen and hidden, returning concerns back to the vendor.

until the push of splendor revitalized the colors left on cluttered tables and midnight fables – convincing that you return to the feeling that left you kneeling….

even at the throne of mercy – you felt deserving of pain.

while being caught in the pouring rain…

you were then released from the choke holds, of spiked ambitions.

your attention would only become knotted and tangled like a geometric spider web.

by thinking you could reach the ebb without the flow, the truth of knowing the invisible structures which are principalities in high places.

when running faces meet the math belonging to shape and angle, the angel once more appears as a lesson to revere.

you did not see it coming, so you ran away.

into a place no one could say?

until you came right back open and barren – as an empty cup intended to be filled to the brim.

although tightly held with muscle and limb – the hour glass slipped from your hands with all the speckles of sand, the sound was as a thunderous command!

for when it shatters it matters because it reaches across all the hard surfaced floor

one can reach the door while answering the bell, for it swells deep in the midnight and afternoon pale.

a noise awakening one to the division of sound and stillness…

disrupting sleeplessness, which was diagnosed as a formidable illness.

the capitulation belonging to the CAPITALIZATION of interests belonging only to the select few?
recognizes a RaDiCaL REVOLUTION, which informs scientifically, the work that is left for us to do!

R I G G E D CIRCLE

the dice? LOADED! the formula? CODED!

the GPS has been glitched – unable to be stitched cuz there’s no Urkel to solve the circle!

I guess you can say that STEVE wanted to LEAVE…

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UrKeL WhO?!?!?!?

but could KNOT because the circle was programmed, all along – to be wrong.

the DonKEY spoke through numbers – now the Kong must prolong – the intended congregational song :

the cIrCle HAS BEEN rigged!

TRIGGED BY THE FINGER THAT FLICKED OFF THE NOTION TO HOLDING THE GUN!

now we all can’t help but repeat and run – around the circumference locked in a LOOP.

our basket balls must attempt to SHOOT – but it is necessary for them to lAnD!

otherwise – an alien and encrypted HaND may select the defense, bypassing the aim to fRaMe!

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360 is the nAmE : of the rootless caricature, known as repetitive and outdated ReTuRnS!

Sickening all of the avenues, streets, and boulevards as our wheels run a fever featuring 4th degree bUrNs!

by – hook and crook the sir as it were – came but as to come – for again programmed, hEnCe – the circumference was no less DeNsE.

one can wash and lather but must also RiNsE 
like a LOAD inside of the washing machine 

it went over & over

& on and on

& again & again
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when, wind wishes to suspend, but can only flow and ascend

it’s been told now and way back then : the system is all a RIG! 

didn’t the shovel hear the message from the shoulder which jolted and screamed : DIG!

but like a zag – it must also ZIG!

so what is the recurring case of this circular FIG?

with no redeemable function and incongruously sunken loose ShApEs…

the vines that remain : produce neither streamline or fine wine, but those of spoiled gRaPeS???

WECOG2ORGANIZE

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HEREIN, CONTAINED IS A POLITICAL/COMMUNIST & SOCIALIST/ANTI-CAPITALIST RANT – IT’S ALL OVER THE PLACE! BUT I GUARANTEE THEE, THAT THESE SOURCES ARE MADE AVAILABLE TO YOU WITHIN A INTERNET SEARCH OR WALK TO THE LIBRARY (YOU MAY MEET THE LIBRARIAN AND EXERCISE YOUR MIND, AS MY FUNK SISTER IDA NIELSEN SAYS ON HER NEWEST ALBUM – 0202020)HISTORY DOES NOT REPEAT ITSELF BUT IT OFTEN RHYMES AS MARK TWAIN MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE SAID….

 

WECOG2ORGANIZE? = (WE GOT TO ORGANIZE!)

radical and transformative change can happen more often but our awareness of such shifts, is burdened by ancient tricks of propaganda. the gear of our incentive must be dressed with the knowledge of randomized weather. (especially as the climate gets warmer and 5G satellites interfere with digital waves) we gotta be PREPARED and the only way to make that happen is to ORGANIZE!

the establishment is crumbling and they don’t want you to know that or at least to do anything about it. it’s not gonna be an easy battle fighting against large multi-billion $ industries. america is an oligarchy.

the very rich and powerful at the top are the minority and they aim to protect their own interests. the same tricks at play now were long established at the foundation of the constitution.

the status quo makes justification of such corruption while the rationalization of such framing is supported by self-serving interests. we have the tools in our box to build a prosperous right now – when we recognize and implement a unified purpose.

this purpose does not have to be abstract or hard to achieve. as humans have always worked better together. it’s natural to want to be independent – we want dignity and the natural sense, to chase after what inspires us. most available work is not promised the freedom without the cost of severe labor.

while working our jobs, we often find ourselves deprived and drained – juggling yet another reality of pay check to pay check. for the working class population, our work is exploited for profit and so it goes on and so on.

“whatever does not spring from a man’s free choice, or is only the result of instruction and guidance, does not enter into his very nature; he does not perform it with truly human energies, but merely with mechanical exactness”.”


Wilhelm Von Humbodlt

we’ll settle for whatever is necessary in order to survive. this doesn’t mean we have to constantly be misinformed by the mass media who uses our attention for profit. there’s considerable honor in being involved in work, which best serves our hearts and interests.

while we may be cogs inexplicably in a system where corporate power abuses our time and snatches our will to create… – WE CAN ORGANIZE!

WE can do something about it. WE can know what what we’re advocating for (and who has policies which favor a social safety net for everybody).

they’re significant reasons why people outside of the united snakes of america, establish a village mind mentality. we are always stronger together. we are a united organism when we are organized!

6 years ago i made this video – (ORGANIZATION OR ORGANISM (COG SOCIETY) – by calling attention to the small moving parts which are necessary for the whole to function. 

every voice and contribution matters, regardless of how far from importance the culture makes it seem. the media does a fantastic job forcing the idea we want all of these material and discardable things when really that is not the case. plenty of people, prefer to spend a great amount of time doing nothing. leisure is always welcomed among humans because it gives us the real space to ponder on what can be done. by not doing anything it creates a landscape for the things we can do. things which bring us joy and a sense of purpose. we are often misled to believe that we don’t have the power but quite the contrary. if enough people make enough noise – radical change of direction is inevitable. We cog to organize!

Bees Swarming

My brain is on overload. My heart steady yearns for clarity amidst the noise. The future is calling me like bees swarming around honey. The time restraints that mirror my ancient age. Apparently, I don’t look as old as I feel in relation to where I thought I’d be. None of us are spared from the light from the stars which look back at us.

I’m still looking to be found. My voice is at the lowest barrow. I want to unlock my own inner jams. The more I rehearse these lines over and over – I’m waiting for the great performance. Performance anxiety is a real battle, yet staying present is a mindful formula.

Setting aside time to remember what this moment means is crucial. Air pilot reactions must die in the foreign flame. A period can no longer be the end all be all. The statement in question must be brought to the jury. My will is to testify, yes my intentions are to show up on the stand. Like The gears change when I drive a standard car – my focus must be in tune.

Whenever I am filled with the little that is left – my heart yearns for more. The resemblance to an abundance of thoughts is uncanny to nothing right beside me. We are living in the time where powers are being torn down. Structures no longer are able to maintain their foundations. The people have started a revolution! After years and years of being ignored and not seen for their actual scars – we the people have awakened.

At this point, it’s not about who’s sleeping but rather when awake, they get to the business of connecting the dots found in their dreams. The history of our philosophies is engineered by personal experiences which are then led by the examples of our fathers and mothers. Who do we blame for the pedigree of where our steps have led?

There a lot of people to point to. Everyone ain’t innocent but does that by default make us all guilty? I suppose we all make it up as we go along. There’s a whole a lot to remember and not much to forget when every experience is lived up to complete formation. This doesn’t mean it’ll be easy rather a challenge to return to the NOW. Let’s face it: The now can be freighting and exhausting – but by being present in it – our moments are longer.

Swarming buzzes in and out my ear. I don’t want to swap the life out of them. But damn, their noise is a growing pest. I’ll be damned if I’ll let them sting me, at the expense of their life. They encourage me to visit their queen – the soul of honey is at the center. As going around the honeycomb-like a bee – I’ll Be exactly who and where I need to be.

Battle of The Eye

What I want is often at a crossroads with what my eyes see. I’ve been at a battle with the Eye. My eyes continually hold on to what can be and what is. In The Light – A thief can hide all; save his eyes. Melting away at what he wants // all he sees is desire. So his eyes are like ice. The situation of his desire begins to liquify.

In my mind, however, the parables don’t seem to really inspire a deeper truth. For every passing day, a story is told. Stories that are meant to be recorded and remembered for lessons in life.

Truth be told, I am stubborn. I’m pressed hard on being free and steadily gliding from a higher sense of myself. I’m incapable of being locked in because I am inclined to always find tunnels and loopholes.

If you give me a box, I’ll see a paradox. A rhyme that will guarantee a key. The question and demand are in my incentive. My eyes see with quest and affirmative navigation.

I find it easy to escape because I truly believe all of the answers are from within. Nothing hides or can disguise itself from me. From what’s clear to what’s not – I’d be a fool to not look again.

The amount of activity that’s happened in the last couple of months still astonishes me. I’m not always ready to face the reality of these transitions.

Dry spells engulf through the mirage. A desert filled with clowns and imaginary friends. The clouds above me are changing like the phases of the moon. The distant stare covers me into a deep oblivion. True to character // a trust is afforded to familiar betrayal. Constantly being neglected in the eyes of a spiteful gaze.

No true trophy is kept – the only award is unanswered questions. The war has been renewed by lack of compromise. Nothing exists besides me. Vessels are emptied and the fullness of meaning has been exchanged for promised attempts.

Sometimes life keeps us in a toss up of action. I don’t want to move at all. Then I want to run like fire and never turn back. The rain has compelled me to grow.

Whenever I look back, I’m not always sure if I was really listening or if I was just moving along with the beat? Whenever the heat turns up to high it paralyzes my thinking abilities.

When it’s hot – nothing matters but to replenish the waters lost by sweat.

The replenishment comes from understanding the exclamation and quest. My nose and mouth are formed by endless directions of inhalation and consumption. I’m steadily going because I’m constantly having to fight for my life. I’m having to really make decisions that affect what happens next.

Whatever happens is what I’ll have to go with. My heart is promising me – that if I stay faithful to it, I won’t be locked in or caged. Even if I’m placed in a box – I’ll have the key to which no way I’ll be locked in.

Quest & Demand to which I say // See Me again.

The Tao of Pimpin’ By Blue!

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Well, damn!

That’s been my reaction after reading the wealth of knowledge engrained in the book ‘The Tao of Pimpin’

It’s interesting how, I met Blue (The Author and pimp herself) It was through a post shared by a mutual friend of ours, Jamilah. I noticed her posts, and she always seemed to make me laugh and think. However, it was her social conscious delivery that made me realize too. She had songs like ‘Don’t Get Your Ass Beat By The Police’ which still, remains one of my favorite jams even now. From then on, we kept in conversation through Facebook and her website.

When I realized she was writing this book, I did not think twice about putting my order in! A couple of days later, I picked it up and I was simply overwhelmed by the knowledge in this book. It’s not the most important if you read it from Z to A or some letter in between — the point is the same. ‘It’s Pimping Baby’

If you’re looking to determine some secret formula to pimping, you’ve already forgotten the Dynamic process.

Throughout the book, you are minded of this process.

Pimps, Ho’s, Hustlers, Scallywags, Outlaws, and pigs are apart of this process.

You must be wise and discover, Real Pimping’ is when you overstand. Real talk.

Real Pimping.

Through the passages of this book, I’ve been aware of the system of pimping in my own walk. She brought out a wealth of points which are revealed through your everyday living.

I recommend this book, to the youth! Everybody needs a closer examination of a system that has been in existence since the genesis.

Pimpin’ has been around longer than you imagine. Look beyond the cane, rag, and cup. Your inner pimp is reminded through the code of this book, how to thrive in the midst of everyone else.

She sheds light on how to respond to everyone. The wit in this book is unbearable. It makes you literally THINK, but it is given in such a way a child can understand.

Literally imperative, by the notion that it keeps you awaken to your inner pimp. Everyone has this pimp, dying to be fed. Here is the letter, and spirit, in which she delivers these formations. Her knowledge is understood, with no contradiction, but with the marriage of essence.

IN light of my appreciation of this book, here are 7 of my favorite quotes which have helped my next steps.

“Real Pimpin’ is like water. Water don’t fight. Water don’t flee. Water don’t compete with the powers that be. Water don’t need no music. Water don’t need no pro’s. Water flows where no one goes. Water is subject to the way. The How. Water stays at peace with the Tao.”

“Hos never ho by force. Hos ho by choice. When a ho chooses a pimp, a ho made a ho decision. If a pimp uses force to get a ho, then the pimp doesn’t have a ho. The pimp has a slave and slavery is a violation of the 13th amendment of the United States Constitution and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights declared by The General Assembly of The United Nations.”

“Stay cool. Let all things take their course. If a  pimp isn’t holding on, a pimp has no attachments and therefore, has nothing to lose. So why force things? Why resist?”

“Fear is the greatest illusion know to human beings. When people get scared, they start preparing to defend themselves; searching for a fight. There’s no greater  violation of our oneness than the preparation to fight one another”

“A wise pimp won’t brag or boast, yet still receives due credit. she doesn’t celebrate her work, so she has no need to self edit.”

“Real Pimpin’ has no agenda. She thinks with the people, loving the lover and the haters. She’s kind to the good, and she’s kind to the bad. she trusts, everyone, whether they deserve it or not.”

WONDERING WHAT THE TAO IS?

“The Tao has no definition. You can define other things in terms of the Tao but you cannot define the Tao in terms of anything else. To define The Tao, you would have to define it in terms of itself. That’s like defining “Consciousness” using  “Consciousness” in that definition, At best, you just said what you said, but you ain’t said shit for real.”

So, I encourage you all to find the passion and lesson in this book! You can order right here!YOU WILL NOT BE MISLED, BUT FOUND.

Also, check out her website!

The Lost Beckoning!

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I consider myself as a flower in this present moment.

My blossoming is returning into the favors of appearance.

I’m being studied by the witness of tender charms, She picked me up and has now placed me in her prized vessel.

Will she remember to water me as I am without roots?

The overwhelming influx of attention.

Desiring to be spotted, for your name to be realized in the numbers that endlessly count over and over again.

An explosion of popularity is lost in an instant.

It’s the piercing genesis and ever so present revelation.

NO one actually remembers your strokes, as the canvas was a universe of constant mirrors.

Such Vastness beckons at the true identity of, on the line presence.

The NEW system has culturally shown the interest for sharing in the realms of mirrored puppetry.

By the blink of normalcy, you are beginning to lose the flavor of deeply rooted soils. The vessels shatter upon the grievance of ritual.

Scattered Pronouncement

To thrive on the innuendo and the mystery of “Whatever U Think is True” – abbreviates the undefined.
 
What this hint describes, ultimately is left to the scattered pronouncement you redeem.  
 
As the documentation suggests, it’s just joyfully understood to be EITHER OR.
 
You’re either the blood in my veins, or you are Not.
 
It’s the law between this or that.
 
‘This and That’ makes our world go around, but it somewhat still puts you in the box and I’m not determined by the method of mineral properties!
Sir Ken Robinson presented wonderful point at a TED Presentation a few years back:
“If you were to visit education as an alien and say what’s it for, public education, I think you’d have to conclude, if you look at the output, who really succeeds by this, who does everything they should, who gets all the brownie points, who are the winners, I think you’d have to conclude the whole purpose of public education throughout the world is to produce university professors. Isn’t it. They’re the people who come out the top. And I used to be one, so there. And I like university professors, but you know, we shouldn’t hold them up as the high-water mark of all human achievement. They’re just a form of life, another form of life. but they’re rather curious and I say this out of affection for them, there’s something curious about them, not all of them but typically, they live in their heads, they live up there, and slightly to one side. They’re disembodied. They look upon their bodies as a form of transport for their heads, don’t they? It’s a way of getting their head to meetings.Now our education system is predicated on the idea of academic ability. And there’s a reason. The whole system was invented around the world there were no public systems of education really before the 19th century. They all came into being to meet the needs of industrialism. So the hierarchy is rooted on two ideas: Number one, that the most useful subjects for work are at the top. So you were probably steered benignly away from things at school when you were a kid, things you liked, on the grounds that you would never get a job doing that. Is that right? Don’t do music, you’re not going to be a musician; don’t do art, you’re not going to be an artist. Benign advice — now, profoundly mistaken. The whole world is engulfed in a revolution. And the second is academic ability, which has really come to dominate our view of intelligence because the universities designed the system in their image. If you think of it, the whole system of public education around the world is a protracted process of university entrance. And the consequence is that many highly talented, brilliant, creative people think they’re not, because the thing they were good at school wasn’t valued, or was actually stigmatized. And I think we can’t afford to go on that way. In the next 30 years. according to Unesco, more people worldwide will be graduating through education than since the beginning of history. [12:27] More people, and it’s the combination of all the things we’ve talked about — technology and its transformation effect on work, and demography and the huge explosion in population.

Suddenly degrees aren’t worth anything. Isn’t that true? When I was a student, if you had a degree, you had a job. If you didn’t have a job it’s because you didn’t want one. And I didn’t want one, frankly.”

Sacred ICE (Variation Meets Perception)

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I want you to really think about this picture for a second?!

As much as we value and appreciate our Smartphone’ they aren’t quite special are they? They do, however, arouse a provoking response when we see the twin; of our reflections!

“I remember when it was cool to have a sidekick phone! Am I the only one?!

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I was so obsessed with those phones! It wasn’t necessarily the coolest thing ‘IN COMPARISON’ but there was a time when phones seemed to all be so different.’Comparison’ was a positive thing which showcased the flamboyant variation in the market.

But can we really say the same now? Companies desire to market everything, according to the capital of what was established before us. Now we are all apparently following the line of entropy and nothing begins to call out a primitive belonging. Our Ice is melting and what was considered sacred is beginning to become overlooked. While this topic is not totally addressed to one particular spectrum, I find it interesting how so much of what we perceive through life; is with an altered lens. You can very well take from this as you desire, it’s late at night and thoughts of connections just seem to dance in my head! Haha. Ice and the sacred, it’s something to ponder on when the heat of what is out there begins the melt away the ice.

New World Water AND The Media Given Pill

I applied for 7 jobs today and I am literally exhausted.

I am about to work out very soon to keep my progress for Fitness in full rotation!

As I applied, I noticed just about every one of them with the exception of about two asked for unnecessary information.

This information is unnecessary because it would not affect my work ethic. COLOR, GENDER, ORIENTATION, AND DISABILITY should not mean anything to anyone. These are things the system wants to divide and conquer. Since when did statistics mean something? Sure they help us measure the development of a variable, but they do should not conquer individuals. Variables and change are not the same things, and we all have our unique pattern unlike anyone else.

What’s really the point of identifying color and Race. We are all one people, so giving the descriptions of what I am means nothing. Some people have already colored our own color by adding descriptions and laws based on what they perceived us to be.

But this is the same avenue that elects cartoon characters as politicians. So I guess I’m not that surprised. (That’s a new topic right there!)

So many of us are asleep because we have been drinking New World Water and a Media given Pill. I like to think of this pill as a blinding illusion that keeps one entertained. It promises us of the feast of satisfaction given by the Celebrity and Technological life. We see the fame, glory, measure, and talent as our minds crave it. I’ve realized it in my own veins, I had some time thinking about the overwhelming struggle and information that has been held hostage in our society due to the development of how we socialize.

Think for a moment will you of the information given to you FREELY at your exposure. Your fingers only need to dance on the keyboard for a few seconds to entertain some of this information. On the other hand, you don’t have to move at all. Corporations have set up businesses that feed us without having to move. We are being fed by the spoon of the media, and it’s more like a service to ourselves. They feed us wealth,  of information and tools of how we can talk to one another. But, why talk…when you forget about walking? Walking keeps us in motion and keeps our bodies energized. It keeps us in the focused pivot of strategies. We don’t even need to imagine a world where robots take over, we are already living in that world. Our mindsets have somewhat become robotic, and we are all seemingly; walking around with a tormented allegiance to a system of programs.

The instruments that could be used to socialize our ideas of value, justice, grace, and honesty, have been traded for the pleasures of our temporal lusts motivated by our ‘friends’. (ADS PEOPLE?) Values seem to only come up with some calamity or worldwide adversity. Then people want to call on a ‘Love’ and concern. But, What matters is an awakening to love…Now! To the whole world. Fashion means a great deal, but it means even greater when we know why we wear what we wear. Why we put on the morning of our dreams and set our heads on the footstool of our visions…

It’s time to wake Up..if anything should be colorized; it is a revolution! Colors of value and a source of transcendence gives us more than enough animation. So even as I went on a deeply invested rant here..^^

Stop letting someone else feed you all the time. Feed yourself AND MOVE!

Summarized Notion For Thought: Please, stop deepening on that pill that keeps you asleep. It’s only doing more to make you lazy and obese. Nothing is wrong with having muscle but the muscle could help a nation if we can build stones together. If we can use what we have for someone else and lend our passions to the addition of real lives.