WHEN MARBLE FELL FREE AND WHEN 3 FEELS GOOD TO ME

“excuse me…but i gotta retrieve what’s FALLEN. tho, i never assumed the marble was signed up to be ALL IN! *at least not in those POCKETS! after all – what’s adding fuel to accelerate or suspend those ROCKETS?* the most shocking, is how hard it SLAMMED on to the concrete FLOOR – it stopped rolling, only after hitting the DOOR. it is of no wonder, the mirrored marble continually marveled; all of those who held true – the SPHERICAL WONDER which confessed : “the only way out is THROUGH! through the rage of wonder.
through the calming thunder.
through it all.
through the answer and call.

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whoaaaa!!!! is that ^^^ a lot? YES IT IS! one filled with luxury and used vehicles. the price tag depends on the mileage. if i buy a lemon – i may make lemonade, though at the expense of a soon to be regretful serenade. the stench and acidity would be the catalyst – in the courtroom of the lavish and cupidity. the colors present themselves as RED, WHITE, and GRAY. could it be to perceptions DISMAY – that all the other colors have faded ASTRAY? what is it about 3 & why does it feel good to me? some have claimed: this number is a lucky charm! others have stated, this being the reason it’s on my right shoulder, and left arm!

3 is resounding it has brought me here. where I am sharing a poem that came about by not so random circumstance. I used the word ‘Spherical’ earlier which reminded me of a cassette tape I created 7 years ago called ‘Spherical Wonder’.

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recorded mid march 2013

– it just so happens that I was able to retrieve the original poem never shared before until now for your reading pleasure. may it encourage you to know you very well being in the many but one planet of ours. we need not settle for less – the stars know us and when we look into them we witness springs…

Sometimes I Wonder where the fountain comes from? Its springs are mountains of passion which fully entertain the dimensions of great magnitude! What has become of the nature of the stars? as they shine very brightly in the night. I know that their smile is bright; because they have seen your composition. Even from afar, these stars have focused their light in the direction of your silhouette. This burning grows and intensifies as you dance around the platform of your most daunting ambitions. My smile is aroused by your indulgence of your most immediate desire. Spherical orbits are here reflecting our massive platform of where we stand. we are placed in the niche of circular fantasy. Our globe is now massive around the flow of our fingers.

Cuz, I Sway So

On this journey, often you are in the passenger’s seat! You ain’t the one driving – you don’t always get to change the song.

Why?

Because, I sway so!

The way I do it is according to my flow. The method and rhyme in which I begin, starts with the middle first and then the end. For reasons unknown to you, I already found a center in the vin diagram.

The levels and turns that are to come will amaze! It may even bust you in the eye – if you ain’t careful!

Don’t worry! I don’t mean literally. I’m just getting started cuz my hands are warmer. I’m out the cold element. Now we both can arise from the darkness. Allow the light to enter by twisting the handle of the blinds. That’s right you ain’t blind!

*The Voice Inside listening to the other voice talking, sways inside*

You’ve already established that before this. I’ve been receiving the fullness of your flow since time past. I’ve had it to the extremes merely listening to your cause. Keep talking and continue to drown me in your reason. I doubt you’d stay in to watch.

Amplifying your retort. Begging me to listen because you have something to say(or sway)…Certainly, you want to share the root of your argument. I see it. I am aware. You have been on my case like white on rice. It’s inseparable. Should I give you rage? Or simply turn the page?

Scratch that. Maybe you just want me to see where you’re coming from? Shouting is a very narrow way to make a difference. I’ve let you finish by refusing to engage with you while you were making your points. You already made several. I stood there in silence to just wait for it to pass over.

I’d appreciate the same passing of words while I’m talking. What’s true is that all of that ain’t gotta be here or there. That ain’t even this rather that is on that.

So Riddle Me This… (Not Yet)

Cuz I Sway So!

Swollen Moon

I smell like the fragrance of the golden moon

Strawberry scents of the rich skies which make them swoon

Without saying words, shared stories of my tailored made dress

Can’t tell if they’re clever enough to unbutton it with finesse

At the mercy of the bird – I hear their word

Their wings soaring a tune, while the daylight hides from the moon

There they stood – looking at me from the lowest to the highest top

If they focused any longer,

They would be able to see that I just don’t want it to stop

I felt eaten alive as they studied my charts

From all of the truth to the lies

From the deepest pits of hell and my nightmares

To the overflowing heavenly skies

I’m the pariah and I’m the prey

I toss with the wind and I can never stay

I’m the pariah and I’m the prey

I toss with the wind and can never stay

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the cosmic walls

Written on the cosmic walls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

I smell like the fragrance of the golden moon

Strawberry scents of the rich skies which make them swoon

They describe to me, the direction of your heavenly flight –

I shall truly reach the depths of this melodic height…

At the mercy of the bird – I hear their word

Their wings soaring a tune,

While the daylight hides from the moon

I felt eaten alive as they studied my charts

From all of the truth to the lies

From the deepest pits of hell and my nightmares

To the overflowing heavenly skies

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

For all of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

This song appears of Jeremy Garner’s album ‘Sensory Illumination‘ .

The Comedy (This or That)

What keeps me laughing is recognizing the many ways all of this is connected. And by “This” I mean something that is clearly what it looks like.

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For however you wished to see it, it is when you believe it. that makes it real to you.

Have a front row seat and feast your eyes on that! Look at the design! Notice the craftsmanship and details that make it stand out! Look at how real it looks, even though it was meant to resemble gold but actual gold is too expensive to use. SO it had to be mocked through the agency of deception. It may not be a fraud but it was subtle enough to convince you otherwise.

There’re many elements but none quite like the element of surprise! (Although that statement is not in the least bit surprising to hear :D)

How does anything happen? Were we missing out on obvious clues because we failed to look twice?

A lot has passed by and though it happened at a rate I could measure, I lost a lot of volume in the process. (when you give and take it often comes with reduction) The time has come to arrive and put things in order. It’s a lot to laugh at in life cuz every intention is laughed at by the REALITY.

This brings me to gum. I can’t chew gum too long, my jaws become lackadaisical. I start thinking about the gum in my mouth and wondering how long have I been chewing it. I then picture cow chewing cud and it makes me wonder – why do we do this!? Is it to extract enough flavor to eventually fold it in a piece of paper?

At the very least – don’t spit the gum on the ground when you can wrap it in something. This is why I think peppermints are of the superior candy variety, and they are not banned in Singapore like gum is! 😀

At least with peppermints, there’s a conclusion of dissolve. Your breath is refreshed and you feel minty afterward. It’s been researched that gum can sharpen your attention and how you’re more likely to keep focused on a task while chewing it.

BUT THEN…

The same is said about waking up in the morning and completing puzzles to help invigorate your mind. Sleep is valuable as well as your attention. I’m laughing because I see the irony found in the battle of intention and reality. We can take a breath mint or chew gum – either one can renew the sense of agility. Mints or gum – this or that, however you get to agility is all that matters. If it makes you laugh in the process, laugh to your heart’s content!

The Opening Quest

In preparation for further development of my book, I decided to answer several questions from one of my favorite authors Dushka Zapata.

These questions set the tone for 2018 while also inspiring me to invite you to send me questions that you have thought about existence. The goal isn’t to overthink but to answer with what you feel in the heart of the moment.

Here are my favorite 14 questions.

1. “If life had no meaning, what meaning would I create for mine?”

I’d create a meaning that would mean something to me tomorrow. A meaning that has enough nutrition to last for me and those who came after me. If no others came after me then the meaning would have to be enough to satisfy me even when I’m bored. Something to make me laugh and cry because it’s all so beautifully complex.

2. “If there was no purpose to our existence, what purpose would I give to mine to shield myself from existential despair?”

I would make it a mission to make someone think about their life and what they can do with it. I would want them to laugh at how ironic this whole game of life is. I would want to show myself and people around me how life is so short and how we should chase what gives us that rush.

3. “What matters to me? Why? And once I figure this out, can I determine an order of importance?”

Freedom matters most to me. To be at full liberty without the worry that I must stop at the disadvantage of someone’s inability to respect my equilibrium. If I could get out of someone’s way to their freedom. Establishing importance would mean to know it’s not just about me.

4. “Is there a healthy, logical correlation between my priorities and how I spend my time? If not, why?”

I give myself too much time for tasks I feel can wait. I must embed a pattern of usual, so I don’t buy into the distractions because god knows I have binged on many distractions. I think I have bought so much time because I see time as an illusion and I feel I always have time, but I’ve come to realize I don’t always have time. It’s always leaving me when I gain it.

5. “What am I afraid of? Can I learn to distinguish the fear that protects me from the fear that stops me?”

“They say everybody is afraid of something although I don’t know what actually makes me afraid now. I am drawn to the unknown and I believe fear makes us strong at times. I suppose my fear is to be consistent in the most western way of doing it. (I must always pay my bills and have enough left over) Constantly making enough that is sufficient and inspiring enough to last. The best way for me to distinguish it is to fail occasionally and not feel guilty about it.”

6.”What happens when I get what I want? Is it glorious, empty, triumphant, anticlimactic? Why?”

I usually feel content with it. Sometimes when I want something so very badly and get it – I don’t feel like it was worth the wanting. I would like to capture the gloriousness more because there’s substance in playing in that feeling. I think it becomes anticlimactic because I knew I could get it – I just didn’t think I would survive the trip to get there.

7. “What does happiness mean to me? What makes me happy and how can I capture that elusive sensation more often?”

Happiness means more laughter and learning found in simple and complex things. I think if I read more, the joy of happiness will show up more.

8. “What hurts me? How can I become stronger against what causes me to suffer? How and where can I learn to suffer less? How can I remind myself that the person who makes me suffer the most is me?”

I hurt myself when I don’t own up to my decisions and how they influence others. I should remember that I am in the driver’s seat and that my reactions can be calmer. To be mindful of silence and that words don’t always have to be spoken.

9. “What is left of me if I attempt to define myself without leaning on anything I do? I am a student, I am a writer, I am a mom, I am a manager, I am a Vice President – these are all things I do. Who am I? Where is she?”

This is a very complex one. I am here and while I am here, I want to make as much hell and fun on this trip. I observe, sleep, learn and then convert this knowledge into love for everyone around me.

10. “How can I avoid losing myself in my relationships? What are my boundaries and how do I enforce them?”

One way is to have a clear understanding that we do not belong to each other but that we are only appreciating and honoring each other’s company. That we live with the knowledge that we can together but sometimes we may steer to our own strengths by ourselves. I can enforce my boundaries by staying true to myself without shame or pressure.

11. “What do my feelings teach me about myself? If I feel anger or jealousy, can I learn not to react to these feelings but instead determine what they are trying to tell me?”

They are trying to tell me to maybe rearrange what I do not understand. To Ask more questions and to speak softly and to apologize when I’ve assumed too much. I can learn by simply remembering people are often in the same state as me. They just want clarity.

12. “What happens when I sit in silence?”

I find that the stillness in myself is still yearning to speak to myself in riddles of nothing but me, myself, and I.

13. “How can I better manage change? How can I get better at accepting how little control I have?”

Knowing that I did not choose to be born here at the time I was. Some parts are played long before I got here.

14. “How would I like to be remembered?”

“Remembered for good company with a fresh willingness to open a door that people didn’t really think about turning, making them laugh while thinking.”

If you got through all of my answers to these magnificent questions, I applaud your interest endearingly! I encourage you to answer some of these questions as well! I wanted to start 2018 with these questions because they would open up my understanding of myself and where I want to go.

I am making it a mission to write way more while reading, listening, and observing.

We can do this thing together – narrating and asking. This will help us climb the ladder for clarity among all living things!

((*Every 7th of the month from now until March – I’ll post 3 of my favorite questions (& 7 replies) that I find correlates with the book I’m working on! If you have any questions that you have asked at any time // feel free to email me at jesterj7@hotmail.com

HmmMorocco!

The smells. The feels. The luring. The invitation. The persuasion. The price. The Africa! Morocco has been such a thrill since we landed on the soil. There’s a lot about Morocco that I haven’t fully grasped – (like the driving including donkeys, motorcycles, bicycles, and cars). However so much more about it has really inspired me.

Every day so far feels like a new adventure. There’s no real map of reason in terms of what to expect. The roads lead to narrow paths – narrated by a stray cat looking to past you into times past. It’s easy to get lost in the matrix of endless chances to buy and to experience. No amount of preparing can really put you in the place of being ready for what’s around the corner. It can literally be anything – I’ve not yet turned into an empty corner. Even the blankness of some alleys is filled with mystery and impending curiosity.

The best way I could describe it: You’d have to walk the streets to get the best experience of it. Granted, I’ve never been to the third world before this. I’m not even sure why we call it the third world. It’s the same world we live but the rules in how we live are way different. The people here seem so equipped in determining who is a tourist and who isn’t. My partner and I stick out like a sore thumb. She dresses with style and me myself – my hair turns a lot of faces! Some have called me Mr.Obama or even Rastafarian man. At any rate, some are curious in how they determine where someone is from. 😀

I’m living and that’s what it is all about. Life is meant to be shared and with good company, memories are even sweeter. Every color paired with a texture of experience is Kaleidoscopic. We have been on our toes with each moment. Prepared the best way we know how to – something you learn to expect. You can’t always negotiate the inevitable. Whether you are aiming high or low – you’ll land where satisfaction rises to the top.

Hand in hand – Experiences are treasures to the mind. You can never fail at the taste of the different spices. Learning to be educated while also growing to teach what one has gained. So much more to hand out – I’m just getting started. Ain’t it fun?

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.

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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.

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.

Redemption.

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You excite me and make my thoughts – spend into suspension.

All of you.

I can’t deny what I wanna make you feel.

I wanna cause your actions to form into a battle.

Literally paralyzing you into a web of sticky cream.

Then I want to get rid of your syrup by sentencing your lips with the weapon of my passion.

Pouring into you sections – I haven’t shown to anyone.

But my youthful self when I first realized, how bad I wanted a girl like you.

Badly like the oceans – I seek to calm you in the midst of your trauma.

Again I wanna become a slave to your spell.

I want you to look at me so I can surrender my reservations to you.

Giving you my jokes and camaraderie so that your laughter is a temptation of undress.

Confess!

Confess so I can heal you by the meditative forgiveness I must pardon to you.

For the blasphemy of your presence writes onto the walls the need for redemption.

If my passions resurrect a savior to your transgressions – follow me into this bliss.

Heaven is our journey and we are saints as we relinquish into the fire of paradise.

Inspired BY The Muse Of Native Land.

Alchemy Sublime (SACRIFICE)

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  The question of sacrifice has always been a challenge to those anxious to keep it all

Covetousness runs deep in their veins, as they are made alive by the desire for more and with excessive ambition 

Slowly an answer is made, laying down the promise to engage the fiery depth of expression

With a dim glow, the sacrifice is made known throughout the heartbeat of compromise

It’s important to determine if it’s chemical because THE ALCHEMY discovers value sublime

Get a taste of the elixir, bask within the power of your mind

For there are mysteries and divinity in the chambers of the sacred abyss.

Chemical Reactions

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If you were like aluminum, you would be one of the most abundant substances in the earth crust.

However, the sacred 13 is not kept by your name.

You are more like Scandium, a rare but free agent, able to access your privileges of your atomic 21.

You eat up everything that was laid down to keep me at bay. 

Chlorine trifluoride as your appetite; one to swallow everything whole, everything else is a miserable opponent to your fight.

Fluoroantimonic acid, yes you can eat through my mirror and then explode when I offer you water!

You truly only appreciate the element of life as they react dangerously to your substance.

You inhale the fallacy of nicotine but you degrade the danger in the flame.

My reactions are elected by the intimating methods of your conjecture.

You don’t truly know the formulas of combustion.

I’ve studied the whims of properties and I am a risky combination of an answer.

Inspired by the responses of certain minerals. Not everyone reacts the same. Different properties and minerals cause combustion! Methods which formulate a sense of explosion. Some people don’t know when they’re handing out invitations! Clarifying Specifics are vital because baking powder and baking soda make a difference! If you want a concoction of extremity, you might as well add some flowers along with those thorns. Make the collapse worth the trip!

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!
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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!

Venom Sketch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Have you made up the coloring of your distant abbreviations?

Nearly the shadow of your focus arises over your construction.

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

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

Ebb Seductions

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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.

“Consciousness…”

 

“Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I’m dancing, I’ve felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I’ve felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing and then, it is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and creation merge into one wholeness of joy. I keep on dancing and dancing… and dancing, until there is only… the dance.”

– Michael Jackson

 

Passion.

“Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.”

– ENCOURAGEMENT FROM  MISS (X)UGAB

Capital Articulation

Capitalizing on the letters which are sent to define the enormity of feeling.

(TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THOSE LETTERS, WHICH ARE HEAVY)

The strongest tower of articulation hovers over the definitions of excitement.

(NO MATTER THE HEAVIEST TOWER OF PRONUNCIATION, OUR JOY IS TAMED THROUGH SPEECH)

Explanation fails with the vastness of stories which gives an example to those who understand.

(WHEN YOU CAN’T MANAGE TO EXPLAIN BY PERSONAL EXAMPLE)

The more one begins to animate the glories of what they believe, the process begins to take away the tenderness of its detail.

(SOMETIMES IN EXPLAINING THE GREATNESS OF WHAT IS POWERFUL, WE LOOSE THE CHARM OF ITS MOLDING)

The children who understand languages are excited by the toy of bulging colors, and metaphorical animals.

(ANIMALS, COLORS, AND DETAIL WHICH CHILDREN FIND ACCEPTABLE DUE TO ITS ANIMATION)

We only begin to silence ourselves, when those pauses seize our delivery.

(THIS IS WHEN YOU ARE OVERTAKEN BY THE HEAVY SENSE EMOTION, WHICH IS CAPTIVATED BY A PAUSE)

Being unable to measure the great lengths and burdens we know.

(AS LONG AND HEAVY AS THEY ARE, HOW CAN THEY BE SUMMARIZED AND CATEGORIZED )

By seizing the enormous emotions placed on my heart and tongue – I begin to make meaning of what has made means to me.

(EVEN IN MY STORIES – AS BEING SPOKEN ORALLY, IT MAKES SENSE AS I TURN TO THE EARS WHICH HEAR)

When I pronounce each word, there seems to be another fantasy that creeps in.

(FANTASY TAKES HOLD, AS IT, ENCHANTS THE WONDER OF WHAT IS, IT IS A VERY CLEARLY UNDERSTOOD WITHIN ME)

I’m living on the windowpane, and the rain steadily removes me into where I shatter.

(THE WATER DRIPS ARE FOCUSED ON CLEANSING ITSELF BEYOND THE  INDEX OF WHAT IS SPOKEN)

What’s lost is the enchanting wonder that builds upon each flower in the wild.

(THE WONDER IS LOST BECAUSE BY SPEAKING THIS WONDER A DEDUCTION IS FOLLOWED BY A GRASP THAT CAN’T BE UNDERSTOOD BY THOSE WHO ARE TO LISTEN)

Research – The Seeds of Colorless Imagination

In the midst of the walls of studies, my definition for research leaps and spins. WHAT does it even mean to “DO YOUR RESEARCH?”
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We all find ourselves flipping through the pages of history to find a synonymous argument that appears to tame our own biased perspective. Ultimately, can it be in the heart of commonality where our search is renewed? Finding positions that signify a truth to our unspoken realizations. As we begin to entertain the length of colorless imaginations told through HIStory, we wonder where is the mother; to all that is embedded in the seeds. I’ve found my gestures paranoid as my eyes read through the variation of individual insight. I’m speaking from a peril of context and the journey through the windows of content.

Pay no mind to my accusation – I’m only what you believe about freedom.

I noticed your call and my heart is back to you. I am consumed on the deadly possibility.

I am consumed on the deadly possibility.

As your call desperately arises in my voice.

As your call desperately arises in my voice.

Beautiful Asexual

I’m inclined, but in a desire that is exempt from indulgent ecstasy.

There are very few things which deliberate the action and remedy to illness.

We can blame the exogenous factors which are seen throughout the windows or we can simply relate to our own dilemmas in the mirror.

We often neglect the latter; for a more easier approach to blame others.

It seems against the drive to eliminate the passion of understanding.

Very beautifully standing the ‘asexual’ motivation; is hereby unable to be tamed.

It goes in every direction; not looking for a home or a place of rest. It desires not a testimony, neither an oath into the future, rather a tentative examination.

Hesitation journeys on a quest for certainties; what becomes soon clear is its stillness. It is simply ‘Beautiful Asexual’.

A thought that is congruent to this is something I wrote called “Trained Mirrors” Check it out! https://soundcloud.com/jestereyesound/trained-mirrors

Sometimes, what is beautifully standing, is what you can’t have. There is a still a sense of understanding we should give! Not every time can we indulge in what is appealing! Sometimes we get in the way when looking at others. It starts with looking at ourselves!

Love’s Dictum

You’re surrounded by the marvels of human struggle.

You smile at rebellion as it motivates you to create the will to break free.

I never meant to translate that a future was inconceivable.

I just want more than meets the eyes.

“A depth into sensation wherein the glances of glory; transforms our hearts.”

Seeing the sunset of your character frozen into imagination; inspires me to break the ice and warm you through appending realizations of fire.

As time regurgitates itself, we can then move into a new transition.

The dictum of love; pronounces the authority; wherein the expression of its value is made known.

When we glance at the marvels and mystery of human struggle, we often are propelled to create. Often times, I have seen so many smiles at those who turn the wheel in another direction, those who don’t mind to STAND UP, when everyone says SIT DOWN! To keep talking, although they are threatened to be silent! There is a need to keep going in the midst of the war when love is truly pronounced; we can, by all means, continue with a motion that is welcoming! COLOR is a sensation. It is brighter than the odds of what is invisible. The deeper we go there, we will be able to see more clearly.

Then, there is the question of time. AND who hasn’t had something to say about it? We can look at Albert Einstein, and his theory on time or even other great philosophers and artists, who ponder at its measure. Can it be measured at all? IF it’s non-existent why do we program ourselves to its design? There is so much involved in the magic of LOVE, and I just want to encourage everyone to grab hold to it!

As we see those frozen into imagination, it is by the reality of fire we can warm those closest to us!

You indeed have the authority, to bring about a change!

VOID/ Infinite Space/X

What is believed in my integrity? It’s all a pattern and cycle of old ritual. You confessed you’ve arrived and have seen the light, but you returned right back to the captivity of longing. It’s almost as if you wanted to afford damage to the landscape of collision. The impact stands at a tremendous cost. This is the weight and ruling of cause and effect. What have you to prove yourself? Why now; you must commit to your action and cherished conviction; seek a position in the tale of the void.

I have been in the tale of a void, for some time now; this is due to the eager manifestations of glory and illusion that had danced before my eyes. Being in a relationship with ‘X’ has caused me to follow from darkness and into the light. No longer am I in the void, but a place of arrival of Infinite Space.

The endless measurement of time is fully recognized in the space examined. The counting of time is banished; as now we approach a new measuring ruler.We are now given a maximized detail, which outlines what is to come. At request; our expectations are suspended and surrendered; as we give the hope of assured oblivion. The need to prioritize will not lose its grasp; as calculations are justified, due to the movement of how things are formulated. An infinite space allows this variable of identification, to travel endlessly.

I got so much to bring forth, and I ask that you stay with me as I bring all of these additions in fruition! It will be a wonderful expedition throughout the endless measurements set before me! It’s going to be Wonderful!

The Flower Teacher (Garden Virginity)

In the middle of the landscape, there lays a blossom of innocence.

The theory of learning progresses the passive wills of chastity.

The landscape has fully dressed the garden to appeal to the tools of fertilization.

The energy within starts to silently seek for one to come into the bliss of tight entrances.

As the desires for fulfillment are given by the kiss of fire.

The expectation of rain is brought by the movement of fingers which slowly manage to shout longing.

Forecasting into the future, the weather becomes intimate with the radar of mutual predictability.

Falling into the height of the endless skies of ecstasy; the unfolding lusts are entering into dimensions of positioned pulchritudes.

The eyes of bloom are intensified as the depth of divinity reaches its climax.

Angels begin to witness the appetite humans are given; due to the blessing of attraction and affection.

Targeting the arousal given by the initiation of touch and action harmony is blessed within a sacred union.

Being willing to jeopardize the standards of oath because of the lava in the heart; hears only the sound of heat waves.

Now as the leaves of lust and love are given at the expense of decoration; the ornaments of energy are innuendos of pure caress.

Fulfillment has exhaled the thoughts of opened blossoms; as the bloom has revealed its nature.

Summarized Notion For Thought: The flower teacher has a garden of virginity. It’s sacred. 

Unreconciled Volumes

I read and I heard, the voice coming from the distant land of emotion. When we clearly focus on the hurt and vehement challenges of repentance, the altar becomes welcoming. It’s almost like we predicted the mention of disgust to determine our flow and our design, over and over again.I am listening. Your voice comes in and takes me by its true intent of meaning and passion. We respect the doings of our anticipation, and we describe our details of heights and depths due to the fortitude of what we know.

The movement of lips describes a notion of sincerity. The reconciliation of projected and professed convictions will establish the flaming need for counsel. As the leaves of unreconciled shadows are displayed upon the sidewalk we constantly walk, when will the volume of these motions come together?

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Summarized Notion Of Thought: We are in love and we’re drunk to the toxic formulas of passions and lusts. Now when you become innocuous to the extreme volumes of vain pursuits – you are then above the limit!

Death Within A Mad Program

 

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I Wish I was able to attend my FAVORITE Aunt in the world, Aunt Linda`s funeral today in Mississippi, but could not leave work. She not only taught me about the miracles in the universe. But how we are all equal! Whether you are a woman or man // You are capable of the same things! She was one of the first people to go against tradition. To bend the rules and enjoy life. To not be so focused on pleasing people but serving people!

She is one of the greatest inspirations in my life. Knowing I can`t talk to her for hours at a time really hurts me. I know God arranged her in my life for a purpose and that will be fulfilled day by day. She will continue to encourage me, cause as she always said and I never quite understood it until now. “All is well, even when you are not feeling good things are well”. It`s going to be hard not hearing her laugh and crack jokes about any and everything.

But her voice and her spirit are well with me!

I have been delayed in writing, but I am learning to allow my fingers to walk on the blank sheets of space. I have experienced betrayal, greed, selfishness, and disrespect on many levels of existence. I really am given the expense of surprise as I ponder the reasoning behind the heart of the peculiar minds. I really don’t know where I would be if it was not for the hand and heart from Miss X. She really has been there to listen and remind me that love yields understanding. I just want to be there with her, away from the madness I am within.

It’s amazing to hold on to the one that loves you and wants you to be saved from those against you. This is a hard time for me. So much madness, and delay all for the sake of MONEY.

Michael said it best:
“So you call it trust
But I say it’s just
In the devil’s game

Of greed and lust
They don’t care
They’d do me for the money
They don’t care
They use me for the money
So you go to church
Read the Holy word
In the scheme of life
It’s all absurd
They don’t care
They’d kill for the money
Do or dare
The thrill for the money”

The thrill of getting what is not rightfully owed to you NOW or even later, will not repair a broken relationship. The core of everything and anything is ‘Relationship’! How can anything function if the variables are not allowed the program of authenticity? Being loaned the hands of a quick fix can not puncture a digit that will respond to pressure. The height of invaluable measures is being dawned in a time of deception and selfish motive. When one cancels the logic that nature is derived from, the mono cause of its life becomes drowned in poisoned fluids. If not for the alive veins of study and codes, we are given the software bypassed by endless paradigms. The absurdity of blood thickens as the result is caused by the cut of a familiar knife.

I am held by the given love of Miss X; she is not a variable, but my tower and love. I really have to shout out my love for her, and the inspiration to keep on writing as that will develop an attitude and wonder to this madness…I love You!

Summarized Notion For Thought: I’ve used madness to conjure inspiration. The wonder of polluted intentions is understood when the visual for clarity is sound.

Invited Concerns

 

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This week, I had my share of invited concerns due to unilateral wonders but this is how life begins again. I finished my first full week at work today and what I learned is that; making 300+ calls can’t be that bad. Now, being hung up isn’t the nicest feeling, but the predictability of its nature becomes second nature. “Hi, who would I be able to speak to about an ad for ‘X’ high school?” The start of the script is the hardest, because if you loose the beginning, the middle, and the end has no structure. I have worked all my life, and for the most part, I know that working Manuel labor is only for an odd job. Lifting crazy weights and allowing the sweat the drop from your eyebrow is not the ideal sense of occupation for me.

I am all about communication and even if calling these numbers, dance in repetition – it’s pretty obvious this position is in my niche! I know where I am and this field will work well for me. I work with all women and being the only man in a room full of women, makes no difference. The people are nice but for the most part, we are all concerned about pitching calls so that businesses purchase some products for the school.

Now that I have returned to the workforce, my communication has become shrunk to pieces of a letter I intend on writing. All of my codes are welcomed into the system because I have to start somewhere right? Also, as Miss X famously would declare: “MONEY IN DA BANK”! God, knows I need the money, and since the check won’t be disappointing its worth the calls and early mornings. The mornings are the worst part, but I did not realize how much those energy boosters work! Without energy, I am dissolved to very little.  Haha…I need the RUSH!

The mornings are the worst part but I did not realize how much those energy boosters work! Without energy, I am dissolved to very little.

I have turned into scripts made of ache and change and that is a part of life. CHANGES, CHANGES, CHANGES!

Dismissed=iPhone 4, makes communication so much more difficult. I am a social junkie, and while I don’t like spending hours upon mentions on the internet, it was nice to have a load of information in your hands. BUT I’m having to go without for a while, which won’t be too long, but using a keyboarded phone isn’t the worst. It’s just an adjustment for a time, and these are only some of the details of vacancy.

As many things crashed. I was accelerated with emotion knowing my favorite Aunt passed away. I am going to dedicate a blog to her passing after she is buried, as it is too heavy for me to acknowledge at this moment. I feel a sense of relief just releasing some of these inhibitions, one thing that is for certain: Weekends have totally different meanings when you are working and when you spend your time following a flow. Hence, why I am up and alive due to the awakening of some of these invited concerns!

Summarized Notion For Thought: You should not feel like a radio, programming the stations that frequent the waves! Who wants to tune in then? Regardless of sensitive letters and tones of frustration; we are tracked by our respect and mutual understanding!

Afforded Joy

I just finished “Jesus Among Other Gods” and I want to give you a taste of this food I have been reading: here are 7 quotes (One from each chapter) where it took me into a new motion of thought.

THESE ARE IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER OF REFERENCE….REMEMBER..THIS IS JUST A TASTE..LOL

#1 “Truth cannot be all-inclusive, Truth by definition excludes.”

#2 “In our human imagination, we so often perceive our heroes to be something larger than life. We exalt them in ways that do them a disservice. We make them to be almost plastic in our imaginations. And when they bleed or grow old or stumble, we either case them aside or find some way to perpetuate the myth. To Sustain this illusion in our minds. We build statues and erect monuments, and artists paint them with halo’s to establish their surreal personae. We convince ourselves that they are or were something essentially different from the rest of us.”

#3 ” One of the most startling things about life is that it does start with reason and end with faith. It starts in childhood with faith and is sustained either by reasoning through that faith or by blindly leaving the reason for faith unaddressed. The child’s mind has a very limited capacity to inform it of the reason for its trust, But whether she nestles on her mother;s shoulder, nurses at her mother;s breast, or runs into her father’s arms, she does so because of an implicit trust that those shoulders will bear her, that her food will sustain her, and that those arms will hold her. If over time that trust is tested, it will be the character of the parent that will either prove that trust wise or foolish. Faith is not the bereft of reason.

#4 ” Naturalism by its purpose engineers the displacement of the miracle and puts in its place explanations that defy reason.”

#5 “Who wants logic when the heart is broken?” At such a time we are looking for comfort, we want a painkiller”

#6 “Contradiction itself ought to be self-indicating. When it’s not, either truth or truthfulness has died”

#7 “You do not form a conclusion on the presence of a gardener by studying only one bush, there is much more.

Summarized Notion For Thought: The Sharpest Vibration seeks to place me into obliteration.But the intelligence of my faith will rise and stand above this resistance. I have authority and understanding. I am MORE than a conqueror!