#31

what happens when your mountains climb against broader & deeper watered fountains?

what’s inside? ‘configurations that can’t hide.”

checking in & following up to the upcoming notions. rising oceans request that while come what may – but, umm…NOT TODAY!
in the eye of the star, the distance recommends a bridge that’s seemingly far, but it is closer in dimension than the opened and limited tension.
whatever this may mean, the search for this poem is to engage the new year added, but yet held in place and continuously padded.
nervousness servicing as a reminder; that messages can be received as destiny proves as a navigable pathfinder.
if one decides to take the pill, they either will or keep still.
there’s a lot caught in between, this dream and the ongoing scheme.
numbers are thrilled to incite more or less, depending on which equation configures best.
there’s always a daily test engaged to inflict you with reasonable arrest, struggle to figure it out so that you ain’t pressed!
for, the pull of the finger is due to many ‘o’ allures, which endorphins may – deny as unsolicited brochures.
when in fact the message that was RED only SAID : WE ARE ALREADY IN THE BELLY OF THE BEAST, MANY MORE ARE BEING AFFECTED – HERE IS HOW YOU CAN BE CONNECTED TO OTHERS IN THE DIASPORA!
we thought, we already told ya – you can’t be a menace and a fool! you must be guided by a humanist and thus a socialist rule!
Look around at the already had and made degradation seen clear by the visible functions to keep the poor, out the door of anything resembling ‘more’.
all of your interactions and moments are foreknown by thought and what ought to be brought to nought.
there’s enough to share with the collective Masses, but first we must seize power!
At this hour and the next: this shouldn’t be perceived as too complex – it’s written on the half of what has already been told.
Silver and gold, forever sold as reachable outcomes when they’re only extended sums of crumbs.
As the signs make clear, our dearest fear is a mirror proxy, steered by what we revere.
DO people mean more than money, or are we left to wither outside where its never sunny?
The options are already made and as its been said : LOVE ain’t no diamond ring, but it should be the call of action in which we sing.
If by digging into the head of the last, we might see what is intending to come to pass.
like a drinkable chalice framed in glass, when broken – bad luck is superstitions’ fuel and gas.
positioned by far too many ends, where friends meet around the bend like Huckle Berry captions.
The idea is not in action, but damned & cursed by a circumference ridden hoop,encoded in a loop.
It was captured and swiftly swooped by a mission enforced by a carefully planned coupe.
This kind of subversion is meant to distract upon a random excursion into territories charting conversion.
Before you know it, the whole subject was changed and made into a inverted AI invention.
if thoughts gathered and sorted themselves out at a convention, who would stay and what would be cause for suspension?
These are some of the questions that need to be on the table, as horses remind us to keep stable.
We can be understanding and able, in fact even when the cable is not charged, a wire can be set ablaze.
The maze belonging to this fire, can’t ever be put out when the attire is this striking hot!
the threads are contained in one unified knot, sustainability regenerative with a forward ever burning watt!

embraced by the supplication of your face
your canvas, strokes are embedded with grace
my appetite requests plural and singular taste
fed by the mercies of your wish
your pallet contains variations of flavors to dish
with your laughter being a festive occasion
and that smile stirring all the persuasion
it’s no wonder : i have been summoned
as a timeless recall, at a futuristic dream ball
dancing by the beat of your clairvoyant signature
i hope to be extended as your acceptable visitor
ringing like your heart while singing:
songs draped as sonnets and meaningful conjecture
enough definitions and rhymes that’ll soon lecture…
Not into sleep, but unto passages of paragraphs that’ll keep you kept into the deep
if you’re wondering what all of this may mean? pay attention to my intention to make you scream
as i shout: powers and seasonal flowers that may awaken your planted tree
with rain and gain, until you can clearly see
i’m on a roll, as i measure the graph around your whole
every part of you, wrapped like cellophane on a prestigious gift
my rift is a draft, encouraging you to pass with humor that’ll make you laugh
carrying weight from your outstretched hand
collecting all the specs of sand
holding onto you with a promised note
while floating to your hidden canals with my love boat
consider this a cruise, one in which i heal your every bruise
kissing softly the sprain, so that like a train
you understand how my language is tracked
with luggage already packed
irrespective of the transportation
this narration may become too much, but that’s the danger of surrendering to your touch
while looking to name this piece in honor of your PERSONALITY FEAST
i think of your beauty revealed by prayers of the holiest priest
which is to say : your glory reaches to my inner poetic story
sometimes too long and abstract to be said, but you’re in my spirit like fine wine awakens the dead

(THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO THE NAME OF THE BUTTERY PECAN : MAY IT SERVE YOU AS YOU HAVE SERVED ME! 🧈🦋🌟)

WTM! TOF?

“Those that have an Ear, let them Hear!”

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.

🤔🧐🤨

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 :

Cashapp : $gesturegreen

paypal: paradiseclarity@gmail.com

Zelle: jesterants@gmail.com

TO THE QUEST FOR THE GEMS

“FOLLOW THE GOLDEN LEAVES! FOR THE GOLDEN LEAVES WILL SHOW YOU WHERE TO GO.” in this case click the link below and watch this cartoon that I’ve been blessed to be a part of.

I’ve always wanted to be a part of a cartoon and this was manifested out of random collision. there’s something deeper brought out via cartoon animation which can’t be expressed through real life.

Our brains need to bend in wavy suggestive display. we are always better for it! think about how better you feel when watching cartoons? our memories are wavy and solidified by the morning suspense. I’ve been blessed to be a part of something so profound which brings to light much needed joy and enlightenment in such a time like this!

‘To The Quest For The Gems‘ was created by the talented artist and cartoonist Justin Macintosh and Jeremy Garner. I could tell you what it’s about but it’s only 16 minutes and 23 seconds – you can spare yourself some enlightenment and uplifting music to go alongside with the various messages told! I am very delighted to be given the invitation to lend my voice and passion to such a creation. This was once an idea. it had no form. no interaction. until the connection was made and we all used (digitally) tools built it up. All from across the world, by amazing people!

the 4 j’s united in harmony ! check out these talented artists and show support and love for the work they putting in.

https://tinyurl.com/rd2uhy4 – Justin Mcintosh
https://tinyurl.com/uwjmzw5 – Jeremy Garner
https://tinyurl.com/rm7p733 – Jess from Galactic Gangsters

A closer look into rhymes and funky magic can spin us into worlds not easily understood. If you want to gain understanding – fret not by following along with the hacks and hints found inside the symbols.

we can be full without having to empty ourselves of what we’ve eaten at the table of riddles and innuendo. find it clear in your dreams – it’ll make sense as it’s all written down!

The Signature of Millaca to Salvanix

“The Words Of My Burden, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Relief.”

Milllaca wrote this signature every day, in hope that Salvanix would read the letters of his heart. he knew he never could write in vain, for these were words too powerful to disqualify. everyday he wrote that these troubles would run very fast to the relief of a situation. he felt that Salvanix, the lady & love of his life – could never understand the true emotions his burden.

Milllaca understood his troubles could never run faster than the relief of Salvanix. therefore, he wrote to her every day the letters of his compassion and she answered them in coy smiles.

wearing fitted suits every day – Milllaca & Salvanix did this – only in public, to display their fixed attitudes on the moving galaxies around them.

Salvanix often questioned why he did things so, Milllaca always argued back and said this was just his “flow”.

living in a serene compartment to avoid the weight of the outside associations, they kept themselves schooled in acknowledging – every speaking solitude. Milllaca tightly cuffed himself within the links of his fashion.

while Salvanix fastened herself in the loose possibilities for more freedom.

however, there came a time when the perfection of each profession became far too controlled. when the time came to move from the confides of peace, the both of them moved to the wild islands of the open future ahead of them.

the colors of this island reminded them of where they both started the existence of themselves. it was something about the bright colors of the butterfly wings which carried the significance to each of them.

the rocks on this island felt more real than it did before, and Milllaca felt he would never return to the compartment of confinement again.

here he was truly free and felt comfort in his clothes being loose on his body. the freedom of the “fit” proved successful, as he could fly with Salvanix without restraint. the ropes of hesitation always flew against the wall of Salvanix’s certainty. he knew deep inside she had to fly, but flying with him would still never catch up to her relief.

Salvanix cried every night because Milllaca could never escape the signature she thought was written on the tables of confinement. as the trees listened to her tears, Milllaca became very apprehensive in the way Salvanix read his emotion. he then wrote after having conversation with the trees a new signature to his beloved Salavanix: “The Words Of My Relief, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Burden”.

Salvanix stood very still, in the silence of emotions, and looked up with intensifying realizations into Milllaca’s dark brown eyes. Milllaca knew what was required and it was unequivocally more than a signature.

remembering the fitted allegiance to the control of their galaxies, he fastened his buttons in hope for an indication that he could still exist in confinement. In tightening his cuff links, he felt a scream within the sound of each agreement that he would be leaving the bagginess behind.

Salvanix SCREAMED…”Milllaca the signature requires more than a tight fix. I’ve never disqualified freedom in confinement, but you sometimes chose to live in a way which prohibits freedom.

live inside of me and exercise your words and I will attempt to drink your burden, but you must find a way to DEMONSTRATE to me your desired relief!”

Milllaca felt the hunger in his soul roar for the relief to be shown. he knew the natural urge was correspondent to the clashing chemical reactions in the room.

the button was the body in which the thread brought life and function. the cufflinks in the same manner, were a steadfast reminder of embodied stylized finesse. these buttons and cufflinks were emblematic of freedom fighters and his ancestral history.

to Millaca, these buttons and cuff links held significant meaning as each of them carried a record of recognition. not to mention the variation of color and styles made it an always faithful tool.

Salvanix hoped to discern the meaning behind the multiple curtains drawn. the ropes and walls of certainty both at odds with each other. as, she thought of the colorful islands and memories of the butterflies found. she then gazed upon these memories and removed her frustrations by unbuttoning the inhibitors holding her back.

Millaca and Salvanix both realized the embodied signatures required to bring relief or cause burden was never unable to be solved // they only needed to communicate the will to fly or to stay at bay. words and sentences never needed to catch up, they only needed to be demonstrated by a faithful and most understood signature.

WECOG2ORGANIZE

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!

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!

Glory Story

getting business half done is what gets us in trouble. for we should be on the move! life carries on whether we choose to caress it or not. i think it wise to be more tender to these ‘fleeting’ moments. we are swirling around other planets in this great connected yet a seemingly unconnected world of ours.

the earth is so large that our comprehension of it is very limited. the further you go out from it, you have to come back into it. the more water you drink the more you have to urinate. the more you talk…the more you need to shut up and listen. the more you know, the less you really do. everyone joins in this contradiction no matter how divorced we may seem from this reality. what is obvious to me is usually not obvious to you.

“ISN’T IT OBVIOUS THAT OBVIOUSLY, WE ARE OBLIVIOUS TO THE OBVIOUS?”

how do you get your information? does your media follow a consistent bias? does the truth matter? I’m among the first to admit, anytime i hear someone talk about ‘The Truth’ i start to see pyramid schemes and the many ways this ‘truth’ can be soiled through the exploitation of beli3f. if there is a ladder to successs, surely some are stepped on with no regard to their life. we’d like to believe the world is better than this that WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS.

all media is designed to program you and change the way you think. the internet influences through reaction and emotive dissonance. when we apply reason and detective like tendencies, we can recognize the patterns. all the while remembering: THE WORLD IS LARGE AND WE CARE MOSTLY IN THE ORDER OF OUR PROXIMITY TO CONVENIENCE.

did you hear the news?!

the gardner’s in green valley had their greatest harvest yet and the people of the city were given bags of harvest! isn’t that lovely? yeah but mostly for those in green valley. “i live in orange tunnel lake and we haven’t had a drop of rain since last november!!!”

i encourage the sharing of miscellaneous cotton candy (happiness) after all, some sweets are worth melting into the mouth. whether people are interested enough to share in your pleasures is anyone’s guess. this brings us back to the mass media and how they distribute data.

the mass media is the agency in which your information is received/believed/ processed / shared. what we like is not always indicative of what we know but what we’re feeling at particular moments. these feelings are fleeting and often forgotten until a new one comes around.

historians and anthropologists have tracked the changes in humanity and time and time we see the same habit. same time, same boogie. over and over – time and time again, there’s nothing new under the sun. the philosophers, hairstylists, and comedians all get this.

EVERYONE is arriving at different times and some didn’t eat breakfast. some partied too hard last night. and some got out of bed an hour later than expected! this means….

TRAFFIC JAM!!!

turns may lead to unexpected crashes, curves to implications and unreasonable reactions stemmed from lack of clarity. we can point to a host of reasons why we get things wrong. none of those reasons matter if we don’t seek to solve it. may we align our reactions in a solution based framework. when you feel, this gives a space to reveal the possible keys left, to be turned into doors of service.

the genre of music you like is completely independent to the customizations of society. for the country and hip-hop music fan, they have different tastes. sort of how arugula, has arguably a more peppery taste, than, spinach but when combined, a fascinating thing happens. a collision of nonsensical jargon that can’t meet up to the ladder of glory but there remains a story! for this reason, we carry on!

Some Smiles

‪Some smiles light a fire that you didn’t know you had burning inside.

Those flames come to pull you from a place you can no longer hide.

The moment you came out to play – your spirit was instantly burned to ash.

You were not paying attention to the road, thus inevitably inviting a crash.

If only you had purchased insurance to save you from this COSTLY dread.

When looking for the needle, you brushed up against the soft thread.

so, no worries about the glass that has just fallen onto the hard surfaced floor.

Lightning travels faster than sound – the burst of surprise seems to always even the score.

You can arise out of the swampy gloom!

Or maybe stay in the dark corners and explore the haunted tomb?

“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 smile of this light redistributes energy, previously unbeknown 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!

“For the smile of your love is guided by an abstract and randomized beat.
Now the stars can’t help but smile as your illumination has given them a front-row seat!”

Dedicated to all of those near and far who have recently given me another reason to smile. Some smiles travel miles in illuminating styles! 🙂

Characters In The Wind (Remastered)

The Full-Length film ‘Characters In The Wind’ was released in 2016 but now remastered with added bits and pieces in 2018. I was initially, completely hesitant about remastering this but I needed to do it, because of my unsatisfaction on some levels with it originally. I wanted to explain the Jester Eye X – symbol once in for all which debuted at the start of 2016.

CITW is the short film where conversation, poetry, music, and narration come to manifestation in full. I go all over the place which is represented by the arrows going in various directions. I did not include an explanation for this originally but now I have while also describing what ‘Happy Forever means.

I’m sure this short film was not watched by many in fact, according to YouTube only 360 people watched it. 😀

Now you have the opportunity to watch it again, 2 years later REMASTERED! I hope you will join in on the conversation with me and enjoy it!

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Interrogate The ‘Why’

“I can’t speak for anyone else, but I either know or I don’t know.”
“It is only by grace through faith that we are saved. It is sort of like saying can you be saved if someone is reaching down the grab you from a sinking ship, but you smack the hand, then no you can’t be saved cause you are rejecting what can save you.”
You can have faith and be lost too. In our mindset, we know where we gonna go but in reality, things will throw us off and we can get lost for a little IF we pay attention to that escape that is prepared for us to exit to that right path. So either way, both sides can get lost with or without faith. We just need to wake up and pay attention.”
“Only in case one is religious.”
“If you’re sincere.”
“Belief = Faith Faith=Belief.“
“You can have all the faith in the world and still the one doing the saving can still choose to say no.”
“I Like To Believe That All Roads Lead Home.”
“If you ask from religious folks their answer is yes.”
“All forks in the roads lead to a destination.”
“Lost or found – faith has little to nothing to do with it.”
“Sometimes being lost is better than being found rather than being taken back to a house that isn’t a home.”
“Yes, because if you don’t keep the faith – you are already lost, but what’s wrong with being lost?”
“Faith is neither here or there – it’s a word to describe hope which we all have to some extent. Not having this, doesn’t make you anymore at ‘home’ than you being lost until you get to your destination.”
“Faith is a worthy substitute. Our “gut feeling” comes from nowhere else but the highest. Some people call it common sense. Some people call it instinct. If people ask for evidence of proof, I believe that your mind and feelings are sufficient enough.”
“Faith is born of evidence given in mysterious forms.”
With me, I can see the evidence unfolding but it’s not ready to give birth yet. But my faith is like it has to be there, it just has to be there, oh it’s going to be there, heck yeah it’s there!!! BAM there it is after the fact. It scares me and then I’m reminded of Him that I asked and my faith was just strong to break those walls down!
Do I believe in God? Heaven and Hell? Evidence and proof of a feeling, proof of our own human minds. What is right and wrong? Judgements! Create feelings! Hate is a choice. We must unlearn! I will say this for the record. I have been told I am going to Hell because of my demonic queer, lifestyle. So ungodly! This is what I tell the people who tell me this.. To be honest, I would be happy and grateful to go to Hell. Finally surrounded by my LGBTQ family, it would be one big happy LGBTQ dance party. I would be much safer in hell, then I am, here, on earth. The reality I live, is that people want me dead, because of religion, and religious beliefs, is that being Christian? I thought that was 1 of the ten commandments,”thou shall not kill?” Oh but you’re not actually taking a gun and pulling the trigger, but you are! You are separating yourself individually and now as a collective whole with judgments, right and wrong, those bullets are silent and yet very deadly… and Yes there are real bullets too. People actually die in the LGBTQ community. Someone in my LGBT family was murdered, found dead, two weeks ago, this exists people. Check your faith people – what you believe.
If it’s a belief, it’s not evident.
I think the very definition of faith is to believe without evidence. If someone tells me that there’s money growing on the tree in their yard, I’m going to want evidence before I turn up with my basket and start picking! But faith is almost a form of esoteric evidence, where you know something is true, even though you don’t have the evidence required to prove it to someone else. Luckily, we don’t have to, which is why faith is usually either a very personal, or else community-focused thing.
I’m genuinely puzzled by religions that try to convert people because they literally have no evidence to show, so they are trying to somehow generate faith in another’s heart, and that’s like trying to make a rainbow. You can’t make a rainbow, only God (or the Universe/alternative higher power/science) can do that, and it typically needs a particular set of circumstances in the lead up to it.
In general (although there are exceptions), the bigger the storm, the brighter the rainbow. Similarly, the bigger the crisis, the brighter faith shines in someone’s heart when it finally arrives (and it probably doesn’t ring the doorbell!)
Not having evidence and believing is Faith.
Thank you to everyone who participated so far! You may or may not find your answer here but this series will continue on until July. My goal in providing these answers are not to dissect the categories of where these answers stem from. Philosophy and opinions share the same veins and the goal here is to expose the blood that gets us going. Although, we are not always going. Standing still in the middle of our quest – while we interrogate the ‘WHY’. What leads us to these various paths? The more we ask – we get a little bit closer.

SYZYGY 21.

A solar eclipse is a lineup of the Sun, the Moon, and Earth. (Also known as a syzygy.)

The Moon, directly between the Sun and Earth, casts a shadow on our planet.

It’s something that rarely happens, but every once a while we have the fortune of experiencing it.

The Moon has to be between the Sun and Earth for a solar eclipse to occur. The only lunar phase when that happens is the New Moon, which happens to be tonight!

Where I am (Örebro, Sweden) We are unable to see the Solar Eclipse.

However, in light of this phenomenon – I wrote a poem which is featured below.

Syzygy 21

Syzygy, oh Syzygy – what a name to pronounce.

This is perhaps the reason you visit at infrequent hours.

Like the rising sun which comes to return a promise of a new day.

These are the glories that awaken us to dream without borders.

There’s a story in the stars waiting to be heard by our steady focus.

Looking widely with enlarged renewal entrances – our perspective refreshes again.

A shower to experience – a sight to behold.

Can you taste the connections as they subtract and multiply?

The moon up above desires to know us through our changing phases.

Those patterns that we can’t predict – the moon shares the same fate.

It is now the time of the alarm again only this time, some may not hear it.

Their lunacy has become full of unforeseen reasons.

But they may take hope! For the eclipse shall come again – in the future years where they’ll be ready for it.

This time now – We’ll glance through the computer screen to awe at the impending joy of these fragile moments.

For with my senses I can feel the power and my eyes can taste the light.

The new moon is invisible from our eyes, yet this is a time where all is full and aligned.

The black moon now creates a pressing desire to be found in the key of turning graces.

Serene glistens are carried in those who can catch with their eyes – a sight to behold for a lifetime.

But if by chance you again, miss a site like this due to the arrangement of time and circumstance.

Staring at the blanket in the sky will remind you of a light that’s been here long before you got here.

The Syzygy 21 transforms passions of desire with elation into poetic song.

BaManifesto💥

What’s gained is lost.

By the measures of reduction via conversion. You can’t have a proper conversation without some kind of reduction.

Don’t let this dismay or upset you.
Life is also about the giving and the taking. Basically: you gotta pay da bills.

I know – crazy right? You got to work to survive on a planet you didn’t even ask to be in. That’s a reason to be upset sometimes.

The less you have the more is expected to be given.

Society tends to be stupid. Yeah, I think you know that by now but it’s stupider than you think. Society forces you to talk when silence is needed.

You can’t do anything that is validated anymore because if your audience reach is everyone – you’ll certainly disappoint someone.

Hence the stupidity of society – you get framed when you ain’t even the picture. You won’t be able to please everyone because some people require different lengths of a garment for what’s fitted.

If you do it – it’s a REACH. If you don’t do it – you missed the opportunity to cash in. So either way // What’s gained is lost. The flow of what’s good comes at a cost.

How well are you counting the steps to what’s gonna turn into a disaster?

It’s only a matter of time before it all hits a landslide. Then BAM – you gotta deal with the explosive manifesto.

LIFE COMES AT YOU FAST!

You can burn with the fire of the sun and drown in the water of life. Before the alarm goes off you have to make sure you’re prepared. I’m doing what I have to do so I’ll arrive on time. This doesn’t stop, parallel winds that confuse you and aim to confiscate your jewelry and chains.

Before you know it, you’re left penniless and homeless.

No place to go only hopeful dreams to fill the void in your head. If only you invested your last change – your wallet would be fat and your cards stacked. The course of life left you with only the leaves of spring.

The wind remains a charm to your destination. Like a bag in the air- you’ll fly away with a random gust of navigation. The atom then splits and the party invites you to come and groove.

I’m cool on that as long as I don’t buy into thoughts that I can’t compensate. Beyond the light – we all ache to compensate for the darkness we have not yet found.

This darkness is within us and we can’t escape the pull of its fierce reality.

From the sadness of childhood contemplation, we then reach inside our souls. These tears are found within the wishing well of our remembrance. For we can not neglect the motions that have brought conviction to the current.

Waves are set and have boarded in a resistance that must be awakened. For sleeping in the dream is an alarm to our subconscious. It’s no wonder why we react because our childhood has been tortured.

The passages of neglect have been misplaced on the shelf. A book like this is to be remembered and the mirror shows us our deepest revelations. Honest trees are in our garden and those seeds were planted decades before.

The wind blows against the branches and when the moonlight shines – the darkness returns. Only to be remembered by a shadow cast by the dim light upon the roots.

The Uniformed and Random!

Yesterday, I made a quarter. 25. (2+5=7) // Which is the number that has been a prominent one in my life. There’s a wealth of relation and research done for the number seven and how it connects to an array of different elements of life, death, dreams, and nightmares. Simply put, Seven for me – is a definition for a recurring reason. Seven is an algorithm of reaching the most out of the creative expansion.

Time follows us everywhere we go. We can’t escape it as it follows our direction and counts our steps. You would think all of us understand numbers because of their universal relation. However, we relate to numbers differently. They don’t always quantify what we qualify in the measures of calculation.

The dichotomy here in The Uniformed and The Random is that one is scattered and all over the place while the other follows the flow of character. My artistic statement about this is one of unity.

In the days leading up to my birthday – I noticed some changes. I started to think about what that number (25) meant and how others will perceive what I am doing in life. The expectations I must set for myself and the plan to get to my objectives matter to me. Most importantly, they will matter to other people.

I get this a lot. People wanna know // How do you do that? How do you get to go there or get that? We know money is a like a candle in a dark room. Money is like a flame. While it burns the room giving it illumination and direction – It can also burn the same room and house with it. You need it but too much of it has the potential to destroy and rebuke progress. It has the power to consume to the core. YET – a dollar always spends and with enough digits, you can get work done. The work is unique to everyone in this world.

I believe we all need access to proper tools to help us live a life. Not everyone is capable of working and that’s OK. You shouldn’t have to work to survive anyway, but eh – Capitalism. However, we are all capable of sharing with the world our ‘Thing’ whatever that thing is. Getting to the nerve of it – can make one a bit crazy. It’s never easy when one is committed to making a change in the element of their thrill. I love to write, but so does many other people in the world. Some authors become best-sellers, while others have a plethora of books most of the world has not even heard of or have access to.

The key to this is to find clarity as the days continue on. I think we all start off Random and as the days go on we are Uniformed. Random is when the elements are the same only scattered. Eyes are extended on my left arm. Head extended on my right arm. Eyeballs are now my hands. Properties are in places that are deranged. Elements of life are all over the place but in line with the true character of each element – just in different and random places.

Keep doing the work tho, whether you feel Random or Uniformed. Even if you are all over the place, people still get you if you come with a clear intention. What I’ve also noticed – and what may very well be a Life Hack:

People tend to notice things they are looking for and once they don’t find it (or do), ignore everything else.

So if you want to slip something past someone, a lie (I don’t recommend it), or something that ain’t yours, make sure they catch you on something that doesn’t matter, and they won’t even notice what is it that you were really hiding. You’ll notice it and if you got anxiety, you’ll reveal your own trick.

Whether Random or Uniformed – Like an embryo that grows, slowly through time – formation is created. Limb by limb what’s sticky eventually sticks.

Cosmic Dance

Death // while you may be following me with your creepy gaze, I am alive in the galaxies around me. Here’s to breathing life for everything that exists in the cosmos! ✨🍷

This year has been filled with transitions. I don’t ever use the word DEATH in a literal sense because I’ve always seen death to be a transcendence of some kind.

It’s the end in a sense but the beginning of another. Sudden whip of transcendence can come as a surprise because it’s seen to be a thief of time. It comes as no surprise that things are sort of written but who knows if the pen is random or by choice?

I’ve come to understand there is nothing to be known about the shit I don’t know. So, I’m not gonna pretend to be informed when I didn’t read the manual.

You got to check yourself before you assume that you absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, know why things are the way they are.

Cuz XYZ might be the last 3 of 26 // but ABC is the first 3 of 26. 😁

Ask yourself questions about the universe but don’t be surprised when it gives you answers back. All of it comes right back to you. Even the stuff you dismissed because you couldn’t see that far yet.
Maybe you were further away from the light, so you saw dimly. There’s space in between to get lost in the depth of knowledge.

Sometimes a lot of reality seems unbelievable, but it’s not.

Life is historic.

The more you study people and the world around them, they are ever so fascinating and undeniably predictable. Life draws parallels with our dreams. Dreams then live on to reflect an understanding of possibility.

There’s This, That, There, or over by the corner but on the same street.

Black holes, White Matter, and gray choices.

And another thing: God is whatever you define God to be. Like a perspective. Approach. Idea. Dream. Void. Galaxy. Past. Nothing or Everything. A reaction or a cause? However, you spell it out – if you do any spelling at all.

Everything is fully aligned like the planets around the sun. They are also in orbit – so there’s a slow dance going on.

Death plays a part in it.

Some may consider it divine. Cosmic. Revelation.

Time is yours to define. It’s just you in the middle of a bunch of people dancing.

Some people are Uniformed while others are Deranged but in the middle there’s you.

Sitting in the middle of the party – wanting to dance like crazy or just chilling with a drink in your hand.

Fruit of Constellation

In the unseen, my shadows await their victory. A conqueror of the night takes the proper crown and slays all possible enemies. The fight has returned to a notion of liberty. For if one is free – one must fight and stand for their freedom. The prison is deep with lairs of darkness and symphonies of alienation.

For the time has come where the feast has begun. I wouldn’t dare stuff my face when others have not eaten. Some rather not eat because others have not eaten. Should I allow the food to spoil and to waste because some choose not to attend the party? A feast with no participates – is an uneventful party.

10 stars belong to me and 5 are for you. We have each been given a promise with these stars and the oath is one to decree to the nations. If I give away these stars, I only stand to gain. Giving away all that I have, for what is mine is what also belongs to a stranger. At the very least the crumbs can be a benefit. The breadcrumbs linger and request for the dogs to be fed. I wonder how much do we really need for ourselves?

We are given only so much until we are left with nothing. What then? How can we move past what has already disappeared? What do we have to offer when it’s all gone? The crumbs can’t be for us when we have eaten the main meal.

I’m only eating as a means of survival – the moment I stop. I begin to crave more. A taste for brighter constellations awaits me in the midnight sky. I can’t believe what is slipping away from me at this very moment.

Nothing is here, and time is consuming me as the day chases the night in a hurry – Now 5 stars belong to me and 10 are for you. I am losing but gaining by the eating away of the crumbs.

I’m eating the fruit of constellations.

Pale Blue Dot

“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

— Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

&SoWhileWeAreHere….Let’s create memories. Let’s infinitely go where our dreams lead us. Never mind if we run out of gas. We can walk the way afterward. Better yet, let’s run until we can no longer. When our energy expires we can drink from the pool of the earth. We’re here now, we can explore the higher mountains and deepest seas!

Prince / A Sudden Transcendence

A flood of emotional experiences parades my mind in light of the N.E.W.S of April 21st, 2016. I don’t think any of us expected it to come so soon. On A full moon, Prince transcended this earthly dimension into a higher place. His kingdom in the heavens. It’s been an emotional roller-coaster 2.0 as everything just seems to linger at the center. If I am being completely honest, it feels as if the universe made a huge mistake.

Prince has been the soundtrack of my life for as long as I understood the depth of sound. He has a song for every emotion and experience. Which makes it extremely difficult. He’s everywhere. (The song ‘Everywhere’ from The Rainbow Children) If I want to get Mad // I think of the song ‘Mad’ composed in 1994 released on the NPG Music Club. When I listen to his songs about Joy // I then Rave Un2 The Joy Fantastic. It goes on and on. A song with every feeling and emotion which carries me into a very intense realization.

Prince is one of those artists that constantly challenges and creatively keeps you on the edges of wonder. His music has really affected me in ways deeper than any other artist has, and this expedition is eternal. There seems to be an explosion of where to go when examining the large body of work he has! If you want to know anything, look deep inside your soul!

I was taken by surprise when I realized the soundscapes capable of being explored each and every time. Each time he took the stage, he could rearrange a song in a completely different form. Effortlessly he could combine several genres into one. He became one song and this one song was free.

Prince represented, stood for and embodied Freedom. There are no walls. There is no time. He made an example of this anytime he released a song, he would prove there was always more to find. Hidden treasures buried underneath multiple layers of sonic nirvana. I can speak forever about his music. I use to review his albums on my YouTube channel – it was only recently (about 2 weeks ago) when I decided to remove my album discussions. I enjoyed making these videos as it was so fun exploring the production and story that is enveloped in his songs. I removed my album discussions because I became aware that my opinions of his songs evolved with my experiences. I realize that music is one of the best diaries to any experience. I also realize that I didn’t feel it was necessary to review everything that was released. I can display my appreciation for the music in light of the inspiration that Paisley Park brought me. (I will upload those reviews online as landmark anniversaries come along 🙂

I’ve had amazing experiences and I am considerably thankful for all I learned since my journey began. Each of us has a Prince story. A time where we heard a song and were taken to a place or maybe even a one on one encounter with him. He’s touched the lives of so many and the reason for this, causes to us to celebrate.

It’s been marvelous to see all of the stories come out which display how many lives he has touched. From young to old. Musicians to Politicians. If you’ve heard his sound at all, you have been moved into a place of true respect. I’ve had the privilege of being closer to some of the magic by experiencing Paisley Park on the regular. Conducting the Studio Tours there, was a dream I never could imagine. Several times I was brought by surprise when he would show up. He’d always say Hi, and was quite the joker. One distinct time I remember is when I was at a private rehearsal with his newly formed band. Kirk Johnson On Drums, Mono Neon on Bass guitar , Donna Grantis on Lead Guitar, Adrian Crutchfield on Saxophone, and Prince primarily on keys (although he played guitar when he felt it)

I was working the teleprompter. Can’t mess that up right? Just scrolling up the lyrics as the music played along. Sounds easy enough right? Well, this one time the set list was not followed in order of the list. Which is to be expected, as Prince shuffles through his songs on a whim. I couldn’t exactly find the lyrics for Free Urself, and the band was playing as normal. Prince was in front of me and he noticed this and would always smile and look back. He had this smirk on his face that he kept giving it as he noticed the lyrics were not there. I was so nervous and was trying hard to find the lyrics. He stopped the music and laughed and said: “The Lyrics just seemed to disappear huh?” I explained they weren’t in the file, and he said “Cool – we can do something that is there. You pick.” So I choose ‘What It Feels Like” and he went through it. I felt so relieved but also felt I needed to step my game so that this could not happen again.

Couldn’t be more than ten seconds and he changed it up after saying “I’m feeling something a bit harder…” then we went straight into “Xtraloveable”. It was so funky, I could barely scroll up on the teleprompter and he looked back and said “You’re free to dance if you want to! You can dance and clap your hands…we’ll just jam! We know the lyrics to this one! Clap your hands and dance! It’s Alright!”

He made it possible to be free. (Even while you were at ‘Work’) To inspire for higher and to reach for broader places. He encouraged and demanded it. It was a necessity to reach out and to do the work. I am extremely thankful for the opportunities that have been given. I’ll always celebrate and remind myself that I was as close to the magic as I could be. I got to see a side to him that was music personified. A gift I’ll treasure for a lifetime.

We in the #PurpleArmy should feel blessed at the amount of music we have because of Prince. We can be captured by simply listening to the sound and for this, I’ll be eternally grateful. Thank you, Prince, for being a mentor, teacher, and the embodiment of music. You have forever changed and transformed the landscape of sound.

#Luv4OneAnother

Prince / A Sudden Transcendence

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Signature Discovered

I have a KNEW signature and it discovers itself through the writing of my hand. I can write with anticipation because I am found through what is seen!

I can write with anticipation because I am found through what is seen!

Eye see apprehensions being tickled by the feather of unconsciousness.

He who hallucinates the prowess of the text has been discovered by the letters.

Again you’ve awakened from the dream and have seen the transcending light.

So we have walked passed the stars and constellations, being marked by a sharper virtue of knowledge.

Suddenly we are being approached by the casting realms which swallow us whole.

Our bellies are left starved for food, anticipating the consumption of eternal ingredients.

With what our eyes see, the chakras are being passed within us and our mind understands the shapely dominion.

Creatures of old visit us in the dreams of our silent awareness, they come with formulas and portions healing and solving our mathematical adventure.

They have the hearts of children, teaching in honest anticipation of the answer.

Their eyes are being lit up by the expedition of our journey.

Sojourning with mirrors of context and true believability we see the likeness of all we meet.

The sounds I have begun to understand have covered me in the code that is out there!

The compass is no longer jaded by measures of our own self-discovery.

The alignments are not willing to wait but to join within the noise.

Thoughts which desire to add only takes away from what is already there.

Wholly the figures are ONE, without elimination but with a signature embrace.

The Lost Beckoning!

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.

Engulfed Cosmos

The chamber of your folly has cast an evening spell of virgin desires.

While at my new beginning, I laughed because of the sweet tenderness that was ancient.

The room is stained with a fury that raves the composition of your frame.

Without even touching you; you have pulled me in by the embrace of your S E X.

Almost kneeling before you – I must confess that my mind has made up a story of its own tale, my next move will narrate the grasp I watch.

No longer can I dissolve the sensual practice of waiting, my rising star is engulfed with the foretaste of our cosmos.

I’m moving along the whims to rip and shatter those chandeliers and wallpapers which focus – on your internal sense of design.

We both can feel the numb grooves, that silence begins to serenade within and with a slice of thrust, we can announce a noise above the grooves!

Again and again, you’ve pulled me into the fragile trance that keeps me at the tip of your straps.

My fingers are shouting at the knob that I’m turning clockwise and I hear the loud knocking off your heart.

I’m going to turn counterclockwise to readjust the shifting locks of your combination.

You can’t hide the alarm that is aware of the danger of this focus.

I’m invoked in the present state of burglary and my crimes have bypassed the law.

Listen to Amel Larrieux’s Afraid for a deeper understanding.

Pregnant Gestation

“When you know it’s right, sometimes you feel like something’s coming, a gestation, almost like a pregnancy or something. You get emotional and you start to feel something gestating and magic, there it is! It’s an explosion of something that’s so beautiful, you go WOW! There it is. That’s how it works through you, it’s a beautiful thing. It’s a universe of where you can go, with those 12 notes!”
– Michael Jackson

Rectified Cosmos

Sometimes, when you study something, you are brought to a halt, as what was already enormous grows into something bigger and more complex. It’s kind of what happens with certain music I listen to. Everyone wants you to hear this NEW artist or song, BUT I can’t swallow it all at one time. Some artists and subjects truly need eating utensils and a processing schedule. Anytime, I study the eyes of our universe I am brought with a sense of wonder. Not all the time am I taken back to write unless there is great mysticism involved, and in this case, this time, true sensation revealed itself. One of the reasons, I am drawn to the study of our galaxies could be because I truly don’t feel as If I belong here sometimes. I truly believe the cosmos of everything is resurrected when we truly observe everything around us. Just look above at the moon!

The eyes of the universe are unending.

The cosmos entirely rectifies an audible sensation of discovery.

The oscillations of what we see only in one moment become swallowed up in thousands of prisms.

The acceleration into the engulfing complexity stirs a desire within me for abbreviations and digestion.

Time begins to find meaning in creation.

The beginning spells itself out to me.

A mystical wonder that weighs in on the physics of mystery.

Information coming from intelligibility are embedded in the core of all that is.

A universal cosmos that is rectified becomes of the equations and questions out there.

Within the concept and continuous abbreviations of who we are, the transformation accelerates at such alarming rates!

Our eternity is embedded within us. We are born into the flawlessness of creation!

Metaphorical Gender

Your intention is an insight to character.

What belongs of meaning is translated in the wonder of what is.

Every mystery that belongs to the qualities of imagination.

The embodiment of surrealism joints overall.

If your visualization begs for the function of universal affirmation – talk to the metaphorical gender.

You’ll come to summarize the language of the eye when the colors are seen.

One day an adjustment will occur, and we’ll see the eternal home from which we were created.

Upon the towers of variation, we hear announcements of aggressive complexity.

Things which are seen as difficult, possess not only intricate links; but an intelligent embrace of the riddle of existence.

Enlightened Pulchritude’s (Life of Pi)

Today, I watched the critically acclaimed ‘Life Of Pi’ quite fascinating story, that dealt with the supernatural. What it did for me, was awaken a sense of quest. We hear stories all the time, and we never truly think about the adventure that is the quest for truth. We are given the answer, and which story do you prefer? The visuals and mystery within the story really compels a greater sense of search for me. Piscine Molitor “Pi” Pate, wasn’t afraid to go out while there was so much thunder outside. He wanted to reach out and combine the lightening of the universe. The supernatural is our identification to our eternal light.

Ebb Seductions

I marvel at the fragrance in your sacred bottles.

My wonder begs of the lingering that is of its charming delight.

I find it acceptable – to shatter your kept thoughts of innocent temptations.

Do you find pleasure at the circus of tricks and scandals, inside your dance?

Would you rather sing next to me and calm my nervousness – by entrusting me into space above me?

The cosmos of our flight seduces our thoughts, which break free from the ebb and flow of resistant pleasures.

For now, we have seen, angels dancing around the brightest star.

They are not burned, for we are consumed by the fire which gives us energy!

Now when you look at the person right next to you, what becomes of the reasoning of extinguishing?

Let them burn – for they all are, burning for something, and this passion is to be understood.

Truth Testing // Finger AND FIST

When it becomes the name of ‘TRUTH’ a few things come to mind, to all of us, and we can go through different measures to help articulate what it may mean. I’ve studied heavily on articulation, and that writing will come after this one. I just wanted to share my studies on the finger and fist of what sometimes we represent, in our journey to understanding and clarity.

Here, are some definitions, of those different methods, and also a beautiful explanation by Ravi as it pertains to the quest.

Rationalism –

A belief or theory that opinions and actions should be based on reason and knowledge rather than on religious belief or emotional response.
The theory that reason rather than experience is the foundation of certainty in knowledge.

Empiricism / Verification Principles, Scientific Worldview Results Took Over. –

The theory that all knowledge is derived from sense-experience.
Practice-based on experiment and observation.

Existentialism/ Emotional Experiences, Personal Subjectivity –

A philosophical theory or approach that emphasizes the existence of the individual person as a free and responsible agent determining…

Post-Modernism/ NO Absolutes/ Did away, with truth, meaning, and certainty. – A late 20th-century style in the arts, architecture, and criticism that represents a departure from modernism.

In life, we never graduate, but our learning is progressed in unending revelation!

Sensual Orbits

My touch is like a multitude of mountains reaching the glories of heaven.

My words still cease on the street of doubt and inner tribulations.

Like Venus, my rotation is clockwise and I walk backward as Venus to the truth, I’ve always understood.

The peril of heartbreak spoke gently to my fragile soul.

This time, it’s as if the sensual orbits embrace the causes of desire.

You long for me to touch and yield fire to your yearning body.

Even in the thrust of my answer, your mind is deluded to my attire.

As you feel the passion inside of you like thunder, you’re still flashing as lightning first.

I am looking directly into the light and there is a cause to readjust or else I’ll be blind.

What’s more than the sensuality of our orbits designating a strict path of interest?

My prayers are reconciled with the galaxies of knowledgeable monumental pieces of data.

These orbits are sensual indeed as a conversation with a ghost dive at a charm I’m familiar with. Conversation invokes a detailed comfort which courts right at the kiss of lustful memory. I’m feeling the throbbing member which feels a reminiscent courtesy that is allowed because of a distant creation. The universe knows what great length creation took place, as we only struggle to make meaning in and out of its enormity.

Robotic Landscapes (Sticky Style)

Lighting up the pyramids to the labyrinth of sequenced change in order to develop a suggested pattern of sight.welcomes a robotic sequence!

Welcome, a robotic sequence!

Swift motions of old realizations welcome the spoken future of lusts!

The wires which transfer power are authorized by the autonomous behavior of program efficiency!

The consequence of machinery births a function without a fulfilled code of ethics and human function.

Within the command of a remote access, privacy is exposed as the eyes of laziness makes known its curiosity.

The horizon of cells has become disposed of in exchange for languages of guided and program agencies of service.

As the tissues are embedded within the wheels of motion, the landscapes pantomimes the expression of livelihood.

(Behold now the strategy of the robotic landscape, as the mentions of sovereignty take flight; the will of human motion is strengthened as intelligence is gained through the remembrance of initial programs.)

Machinery & Plastic Simplicity

The ‘Internet’ is representative of the media, THE Media is a Cartoon Fantasy, that is on the left.

The right is on ‘Plastic Simplicity’ those things of nature that we can fully exercise within the outside.

The machinery on THE LEFT always consists of metal, pins, keys, etc. The broach is on the left side while the cufflink is placed as well. This goes the same for my keys, watches, etc…This machinery represents the designed faculty of society today. The evolution of technology, the computer age, the media institution. I wear this pin, to represent the need of dissecting the anatomy of what’s being presented in the media today, Why we need to be careful hearing/seeing anything from the ‘machine’ we dance to every day with our fingers as we type & record ourselves on this broadcasted social network.

Now to THE RIGHT…we Have The side with Buttons, armbands, this is the LESS busy side of my attire. I’ve created this side for representation of the link of simplicity in contrary to what goes on in the left side machine. I like to call it plastic simplicity because buttons are used more commonly than cufflinks and machines. It’s an ornament, that is the most common fastener, which brings whatever is torn together.

I’ve found this as a way to express my Representative nature, what better way to do this BUT through clothing?

What Comes Next is a meeting of new faculties.

In the night while I slept; I did indeed envision the memory of travel and suspense! This will be a great adventure! Filled with wonder and surprise! I’m ready for the smile! It doesn’t seem like it is happening but it actually starts sooner than I imagined! I’m on my way out to the land of promise and ecstasy!

….More will unfold!

WHERE AM I GOING?

EUROPE!

This will be my third trip and it always makes me so happy and ready for all that is come! I’m going to surprise Miss X! NOTHING ON THE INTERNET IS A SURPRISE.But the love is written in the skies above! This is our destiny!

Summarized Notion of Thought: I have little to say because this space is filled with anticipation!

Thoughts In Function

I’ve had a lot to say, but I have been coughed up with sickness recently. I rarely get sick, but each and every time I do, it’s almost as if my sickness embodies details of every vexed grievance known. I had food poising for some time, then when I finally became better my voice when out. Now my words are barely a whisper, but no one is able to determine that from reading the words that bring understanding because you (Stand Under) what you perceive.

I’ve turned into a function to deliver all of those positions set before me. I have become inspired to continue to write those things which are written on the table of my heart. Constantly; I have pondered so many areas of existence. I still am quite unable to pronounce certain structures of love that continue to paint the walls of my desire. It’s almost as if I have walked into the abyss of common ground and have somewhat lost focus on design. WHAT I am saying is; since I have been rebuked by my own sickness and changes, I will heal myself by entering into a place where all of my pieces of inspiration can live and possess the birthing experience of my execution. I will come here more, and designate for my words the practice of ‘Alphabet Sex’. I’ve been celibate for some time now but my fire is accelerating and the words exist for this reason now. I have to bring the joint!

While I am not able to fully seek those places of the sky this very moment. I can tell you this; as those in the fight for trophies, and medals come to the extent of practice; so is my labor of activity. The Olympics are so inspiring, It’s helped me understand the measure of success and patience!

Summarized Notion For Thought:Sometimes the universe does not find a place; for two galaxies to co-exist, when the orbits move slower than the other.

It’s about time to find the meaning of explosives within distance!

Infallible Gestures – Travel To Nola

Given by the immutable realizations of primitive presentations, one has only visualized the actions of physicality. What is already known is spoken by the suggestive mind. When one bears the fruit off of the tree, a voice will command words repeating after growth and intention. (1+1+1 is 3) There is no denial upon the posture of every position of the business. One has become possessed with a silence due to the arrangement of infallible gestures. Being unable to pronounce the poses and significant details of fashion; there is only the undeniable reality of subjective judgment.For a little while.

In the quality of time and definition, there is room for space and acknowledgment of Silence.

I traveled to Nola to BREATHE because virtually everything in Texas had me coughing! I went on a Megabus which I must add is a perfect way to travel for insanely cheap prices! I traveled with my sister and my niece, ROUND-TRIP from Dallas Texas – Houston Texas – New Orleans it cost me around 12 dollars! No Jokes! With Free Wifi, warm atmosphere, and NO Stops! They really give Greyhound a run for their money! I can go into details but I don’t want to get carried away; it was simply a blessing to find out about their site as I purchased the tickets the same day I heard about it. LOL. Imagine how cheap it is if you book in advance! So I went on my way for two weeks! July 13 – July 30!

Being in New Orleans this time felt out of place because I did not have Miss X with me. She was with me this time last year for essentially the whole time! I stayed with my best friend Toi, whose family is my family! They treated me so well, and every day we arose to the horizon of bright and shifting stars!

Every day was fully convinced with a practice of suspense! I never knew what to expect as the random stars collided into a mansion of promises! It’s safe to say I enjoyed everything there and it really enlarged my cheeks! I laughed so much and created memories that will remain forever! “DON’T SAY THAT PASTOR”/ PEOPLE ARE SOMETHING, YOU GOTTA TO WATCH EM’/ SHA NO/MARY HAD A BABY…OOO MY LAWD” So many things I created and resolved

“DON’T SAY THAT PASTOR”/ PEOPLE ARE SOMETHING, YOU GOTTA TO WATCH EM’/ SHA NO/MARY HAD A BABY…OOO MY LAWD” So many things I created and resolved to be there. I can’t count all of the events as they are so large and engulfed with details of information.

The bowl was full with fruition, and it was SUPER!

Being In New Orleans demonstrated on a high scale, the passion and sincerity in the night. I was reminded of the bridge of ordinary and peculiar realizations. I never knew what to expect being there as everything was given a sense of spontaneity on levels I never imagined. Everyday, was eventful and sharpen my understanding of what it meant to be on vacation. I certainly could not breathe just around beauty, it would be more effective to carry myself in the lens of understanding. My stomach craved for more of the time that was soon going to enter another dimension. There was a time, when the shadows of echoed memories, left an innuendo of old practiced ANNOYANCE. I could not seem to grasp the gravity of why things went they way they played out. I heard so many voices, and I never knew exactly the freedom I have been given. I became paranoid at the the mention of stationary living, and I still am. Being in New Orleans brought everything to where I am now.

At the time when I heard the ‘Infallible Gestures’ come to me, I really did not understand the extent of what it meant, because I was possessed with a silence at the time. Now this silence has ceased, and I have realized the unmistakable presence of those things which have remained in motion. I know now, not to share with everyone your business as some may become like the media, leeching to whatever hint, to assume and create reason why they KNOW where you should go and what you should say. These gestures which are authentic are unable to be removed due to their eternal motion. It’s the story of love which convinced me to hold to those things which reasoning has no time for. We can’t reason the cause of anger all of the time, we say its gesture and we often conceive a thought based on it’s life. but truly it’s all a rotational of landscaping.

Summarized Notion of Thought: As the gestures move and speak on a level of love, fully speak to the relation of strategies. Don’t be afraid to use the color from above, extend mercy and follow in the execution of Justice. As the planets come to find themselves of the orbits of your universe, PLANET and write it down so that the lesson may involve itself in your heart. As hesitation creeps in the heart of a suggestion prediction, remind yourself of the one who is love, the one who starts and ends; in the middle of your wonder. Alpha and Omega, knowing in faith and grace we are kept in security!

Orchestrated Intentions

Life has a funny way of demonstrating its intentions. The one behind the veil really is the one who orchestrates the story.

I’ve realized the reason to ponder mentions of sovereignty. When one reins the innermost areas of your mind; their scent is what causes a passion for their setting. Avoiding the palace of present stories establishes the realities of desires which may embrace your heart. No one quite understands the full complexity of love as it flows through the medium of simple conversation. When one talks to a persuasion which causes them to question love or the very form of it, they are contaminated with mystery and desire. In the brilliance of silence, one manages to rest in the thought of what causes action. I’ve begun to cling to a surreal identity that has a name and a memory. Traveling into the timeless palaces, bring forth a feeling of an enterprise.

I remember when I said this 6/22/10:”I feel very honored to realize what beauty is to me. It’s more than just a wow factor. More than an inclination of passion, beauty has performed before the eyes of mystery, only to reveal its revelation! It’s paradise found! There is a city I travel to every day and moment of the very second! I will call it the city of X/ X-Factor for now. In this city, the measure of the equation already gives definition to reality. I can expound on it all day! I’m very much honored to have this now! I owe it all to the X Factor!”

The ‘X’ factor can often be a variable which suggests mystery but when one discovers the formula, the equation is not even bothersome. It is in this confession of intention, where I belong under the order of orchestration. When one thinks about the mindless cycles of talented tendencies; they begin to look forward to the sounds of joy and pain. In this effect, giving birth remains and shadows a supernatural experience.

Looking into the rainbows of the sky one can see color has carried on the bedspread of the clouds. The ultra-violet lights of the sun have made visible bright expectations. It’s a scenario where the stars, moon, and sun belong to me. In the nucleus of my own galaxies, I have already become distant to earthly forces. I will make known an invisible promise to my own self. Silence brings sleeping memories and encourages informative desires. What is now will always be; for I have learned the motion of company. I feel pretty close to my will now, and my representation of meaning means realistic.

Summarized Notion Of Thought: The symphonies of deliberate innuendos gives the music a melody that is hidden in the rhythmic harmony. Think about it like this; the deeper our understanding for the degrees of light makes us apprehensive to look into the eyes of the light. I know now, our capacities to arise on the landscape of what is real depends on our focus.

Possessed Silence

In the quality of my time and definition, there is room for space and to acknowledge silence. When the voices of my inner desires motivate a sense of repetitive actions. My silence falls into an unpronounceable recitation. The fashion and infallible gestures are those things which come from what is primitively ethereal.

Summarized Notion For Thought: Allow the possession of space, to design the silent utterance.

“FOLLOW THE GOLDEN LEAVES! FOR THE GOLDEN LEAVES WILL SHOW YOU WHERE TO GO.” in this case click the link below and watch this cartoon that I’ve been blessed to be a part of.

I’ve always wanted to be a part of a cartoon and this was manifested out of random collision. there’s something deeper brought out via cartoon animation which can’t be expressed through real life.

the 4 j’s united in harmony ! check out these talented artists and show support and love for the work they putting in.

https://tinyurl.com/rd2uhy4 – Justin Mcintosh https://tinyurl.com/uwjmzw5 – Jeremy Garner https://tinyurl.com/rm7p733 – Jess from Galactic Gangsters

A closer look into rhymes and funky magic can spin us into worlds not easily understood. If you want to gain understanding – fret not by following along with the hacks and hints found inside the symbols.

we can be full without having to empty ourselves of what we’ve eaten at the table of riddles and innuendo. find it clear in your dreams – it’ll make sense as it’s all written down!

“The Words Of My Burden, Have Trouble Catching Up With Your Relief.”

Milllaca understood his troubles could never run faster than the relief of Salvanix. therefore, he wrote to her every day the letters of his compassion and she answered them in coy smiles.

wearing fitted suits every day – Milllaca & Salvanix did this – only in public, to display their fixed attitudes on the moving galaxies around them.

Salvanix often questioned why he did things so, Milllaca always argued back and said this was just his “flow”.

living in a serene compartment to avoid the weight of the outside associations, they kept themselves schooled in acknowledging – every speaking solitude. Milllaca tightly cuffed himself within the links of his fashion.

while Salvanix fastened herself in the loose possibilities for more freedom.

however, there came a time when the perfection of each profession became far too controlled. when the time came to move from the confides of peace, the both of them moved to the wild islands of the open future ahead of them.

the colors of this island reminded them of where they both started the existence of themselves. it was something about the bright colors of the butterfly wings which carried the significance to each of them.

the rocks on this island felt more real than it did before, and Milllaca felt he would never return to the compartment of confinement again.

Salvanix stood very still, in the silence of emotions, and looked up with intensifying realizations into Milllaca’s dark brown eyes. Milllaca knew what was required and it was unequivocally more than a signature.

remembering the fitted allegiance to the control of their galaxies, he fastened his buttons in hope for an indication that he could still exist in confinement. In tightening his cuff links, he felt a scream within the sound of each agreement that he would be leaving the bagginess behind.

Salvanix SCREAMED…”Milllaca the signature requires more than a tight fix. I’ve never disqualified freedom in confinement, but you sometimes chose to live in a way which prohibits freedom.

live inside of me and exercise your words and I will attempt to drink your burden, but you must find a way to DEMONSTRATE to me your desired relief!”

Milllaca felt the hunger in his soul roar for the relief to be shown. he knew the natural urge was correspondent to the clashing chemical reactions in the room.

the button was the body in which the thread brought life and function. the cufflinks in the same manner, were a steadfast reminder of embodied stylized finesse. these buttons and cufflinks were emblematic of freedom fighters and his ancestral history.

to Millaca, these buttons and cuff links held significant meaning as each of them carried a record of recognition. not to mention the variation of color and styles made it an always faithful tool.

WECOG2ORGANIZE? = (WE GOT 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.

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.

WATCH NOW – FOR POETRY – READ LATER FOR REASONS EXPLAINED

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

-Some Smiles

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! 😀

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

“ISN’T IT OBVIOUS THAT OBVIOUSLY, WE ARE OBLIVIOUS TO THE OBVIOUS?”

did you hear the news?!

the gardner’s in green valley had their greatest harvest yet and the people of the city were given bags of harvest! isn’t that lovely? yeah but mostly for those in green valley. “i live in orange tunnel lake and we haven’t had a drop of rain since last november!!!”

i encourage the sharing of miscellaneous cotton candy (happiness) after all, some sweets are worth melting into the mouth. whether people are interested enough to share in your pleasures is anyone’s guess. this brings us back to the mass media and how they distribute data.

the mass media is the agency in which your information is received/believed/ processed / shared. what we like is not always indicative of what we know but what we’re feeling at particular moments. these feelings are fleeting and often forgotten until a new one comes around.

historians and anthropologists have tracked the changes in humanity and time and time we see the same habit. same time, same boogie. over and over – time and time again, there’s nothing new under the sun. the philosophers, hairstylists, and comedians all get this.

EVERYONE is arriving at different times and some didn’t eat breakfast. some partied too hard last night. and some got out of bed an hour later than expected! this means….

TRAFFIC JAM!!!

https://tinyurl.com/rd2uhy4 – Justin Mcintosh
https://tinyurl.com/uwjmzw5 – Jeremy Garner
https://tinyurl.com/rm7p733 – Jess from Galactic Gangsters

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Wilhelm Von Humbodlt