IlluminatI BOOM bOmB bee

This poem is a four message poem, listen with the intent to get through. you may need to listen /read it slowly. you may need to listen to it 3 times. it’s poetry but it does make sense if your rhyme is aligned, blessings!

shining brightly, electrifying me to the frame of your name.
bursting from the seams : with explosive ultralight beams, you buzz me intoxicatingly, into your illuminations.
charcoal stained stations overflow the crevices of my every location.
passcodes bypassed.
firewalls lambast.
space and time.
place and mind.
who knows what can be, framed as Illuminati?

this is for the superstars forgotten near and afar : performing with microphones dripped in ice – costumes sparkling nice, right before the cocktail’s crow thrice.
now already invalidated, the trash bags have been consolidated.
saving up the space for more waste!
helping them to share the light in front of the sleeping face.
by lifting their weight and carrying their excess stone.
when dreams seek for a familiar place to roam.
as the bee parades the succulent nectar, so should we become the adjacent collector.
storing what is gained, from the flower and the tree & then releasing it via truth to power {dialectically}.

right as you heard the BOOM – i aligned my chakras in tune with the new moon.
hoping to be at the right place, just in time for lines to trace, me right back to the bass, that’s been plucked.
a funk note so obtuse, it commanded your body on the 2 & 4 to get loose!
there you went; wishing to be seen glistening like the sheer blue sky, clouds accenting the pallets, gloriously from on high.
like water for chocolate but instead chocolate for oat milk.
may your stream be smooth like silk.
it is both from : the emergence of the wise and the not knowing; that the ever glowing, pages will assert themselves done, just as the sun rises with no refusal of anyone.

ticking by a designated appointment time. each second steadily & frantically reducing : energy’s most reusable prime.
engaging negative and positive forces have now lit up the walls.
while, coloring the ghetto stalls.
like a historic landscape scribbled with graffiti in a gentrified neighborhood, or the house-less person whose intentions are immediately not seen as good.
We are advised by the penciled post it note, flowing from the river with political education as our boat : chewing profusely so that indigenous land back knowledge is smoothly passed down our throat.
this can appear as a pacifying tragedy of events, if the role in playwright, would pay in dollars but not in sense!
interrupted by auditory shatters while the glass falls, it matters as it scatters like an unexpected capitalist exploitive bill torn to tatters.
if you’re asking about the chatter, take another squeeze cuz’ it’s sho nuff a lil’ fatter!

when preparation met opportunity – the bee fluently : found it all to be amazing…
AH : MAZE.
a daze of circular buzzing thought.
ranging from what you ought
and what they sought,
in the search of becoming more clear:
the staging of such ‘arrivals’ means planning.

organizing.
scheduling.
ahead of time.
ha, a head of time!
one has to imagine, what this head is thinking and if it intends to be drinking?
as the springs of capture can lead to the effervescent rapture.
in the blink of an eye, all that was soon to be had became land, air, and sea.
miseries and reveries all around me, up until buzzed in the ear which answered the call to not fear.
ILLUMINATI BOOM BOMB BEE awakening me to remain clever, to stay forward : backwards never! throughout any endeavor!

= BEE BOMB BOOM ILLUMINATI – who knew that the 🐝 could 💣 causing a 💥 , allowing the space for explosive💡illumination?

Follow Through: Play Ahead

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Follow Through: Play Ahead & DANCE!

a poem is brewing. found in the heart is a door which seeks to enlighten. many choices are delivered in spite of heavy waiting times. music has been a connecting force playing in unison with the frenzy of my waking life. i’ve composed a playlist to speak for the various essences that has spoken to me as of late. melodies are delivered to the spirit and upon random circumstance of the moment- you’ll be jamming in the middle of the bathroom singing LOUDLY:

1-LOVER CHANTING – Little Dragon

2-LOVE – Prince

3-SPEAK – Miles Davis

4-JOY – Rev. James Moore

5-TONGUE KISSING – Little Dragon

6-THE FINEST – S.O.S. Band

7-DO FRIES GO WITH THAT SHAKE? – George Clinton

8-SHALOM – Sananda Maitreya 

9-S.S.T / BRAND NEW ORLEANS – Prince

1O-TELL ME HOW U WANNA BE DONE – Prince

11-TAMBOURINE – Prince

12-NO NOT ONE – Dorinda Clark

13-PRAISE HIM NOW – Kierra Sheard 

14-WE MUST PRAISE – J.Moss

“Do you wanna be my girl – I wanna be be ur man” 

“Do you wanna be my girl – I wanna be be ur man” 

“Do you wanna be my girl – I wanna be be ur man” 

“Do you wanna be my girl – I wanna be be ur man” 

enchanting mysteries surround the mind of curious adventure! haha – the forgotten has remained in relevance of the lingering smell. remnants of what is to come can no longer be hidden. the array of aisles continue – lane by lane. cars passing each other. cycles at drift with the feeling of something alive will become different in the process  pressing. pulling. single and double reasons all meet aligned with the season! A change of motion!

can hardly keep count. did it happen if you did not capture it? What can be said about fleeting memories of spectacular proportions? When the fireworks go into overtime – when will our lights clock out? When given the chance to correct what has been proven false – do we tailor the critique in favor of feelings? As feelings get in the way how do we face them for what they are? One simple solution:

JAM OUT!

 

“No hurricanes nor the best cocaine
Will steal my love
No cold black rain or the darkest days
Will keep me from your love”

“Like a bird flyin’ over the hilltops
Love is like the sky, you know it never stops
From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks
Love is whatever… Whatever… You want it to be”

“ba da da da da da – baaaa – daaa – ddaaa – daaaa – daa – daaaa SOLOS”

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

Joy! Joy! Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja Ja, Ja, Ja, Ja, Joy!”

“Tongue kissing tongue tongue kissing now
Leave me a letter I’ll write you too
Write a whole book dedicated to you
Or another song shit we still here
Tongue kissing
Tongue kissing now”

“My friends say I’m lucky
To have someone as good as you
My love’s understanding
Understanding how to hold on to you”

I’m a fast food junkie
And I need a fix
Without your sugar
I’m gonna be sick
So don’t try it
It’s calorie-free and nutrasweet
The love of you has gotten me on a diet

“What’s in a name Shalom?
Segue to my street and
In the middle of it say hello

On the trail of where a kiss leads to
I breathe a sigh
Invisible voices say hello
And then goodbye”

Which one is of value to you?
The one depleting the oil supply
Or the One that renews it
And keeps the peace
Like the groove in Sade’s “Sweetest Taboo”

Shall I write the alphabet? (A B C D E F G)
Or shall I just write my name?
U tell me, U’re the ruler in this telephone game
I could be a slave when it comes down 2 U (Slave)
I’ll do any and everything U want me 2 do
U know why? (Why?)
Cuz I want U 2 have fun

 

“I don’t care for one night stands
With trolley cars
That juggle seventeen
I just want to settle down and
Play around
My baby’s tambourine”

“I’ve got an angel watching me
Keeping me from all harm and danger
Angel watching over me”

“Through reprimand
Some I don’t understand
And I’ve never seen Your love forsake me
Even when I don’t deserve it

Through ups and downs
Through smiles and frowns
But you never put more on me than I can bare
That’s why I praise you more and more”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXNzR3RihMc

If I were a drummer, I would use my cymbal
If I were a writer, I would use a pencil
I would use my voice, if I were a singer
No matter who or what we are, we must praise

If I was a doctor, I would use my research
A prolific dissertation, if I was a speaker
I would use my hands, if I were a potter
No matter who or what we are, we must praise

it’s sweet that’s why it’s good. the body doesn’t necessarily need it to operate but assimilation takes hold and before you know it you’ve been kicked. rush! rush! rush! patterns are very difficult to break but they can be readjusted. What seems faithful among my life are melodies and pulsating dancing! 

0.X27 – Projected Animation

Programmed Animations are tricked by prolonged observance. Pixels are dilated through shifted numerous additions. What you see in front of you, may require close attention to the curve and exogenous details.

(Projection)

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The last note is present as soon as the first note is registered. The sound is already established but like lightning, what you see is whats first visualized onto the canvas.

Life is more when there’s a written memory of it being recalled. Details get lost in the space and by the time you catch up, there are only the shadows. When hidden in the darkness, the light becomes a threat. You’re only comforted by what you can tolerate. If you refuse the taste, the food is better not being served from the start. Lines and lines again, I’m listening to Duke by taking The A Train and Rocking in Rhythm!

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Memories recall in strange places almost as foreign is my reaction to them. For all that I’m consuming – I steadily wish to create. I am a broken shell longing to be repaired or broken up some more of the grind. It’s not that bad but how can one swim in an ocean of brokenness? There is no attempt to be whole when my being is fragmented on the oceans of what was said to hurt me.

Life is spinning and so I’m reminded that the end is not yet? I felt locked up before now I’m suddenly free. But to what end shall I meet? Must I face the music and own up to the reality? Perhaps, I should speak in fragments and isolated attempts, maybe that’ll prepare me for looking at the beast!

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The beast has become my friend although once a stranger. I invited its greeting into my life. One wing at a time, one potato fry at a time. My body fat will reduce as to expose my abs – but then what? Appeal? We have to switch the light bulb with precision, as to not stumble anymore in darkness.

What you see is supported by invisible bones. A structure is rarely given proper examination because gravity falls victim to fleeting attention spans.

Remember To…

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Define Me.

Have me.

Restore me.

Renew me.

Give me joy when I’m depleted of it.

Resurrect in me, the will to carry in spite of my sloth.

Redirect me in the fullness of my navigation.

Return to me a praise that may grace my ambitions.

Celebrate me when I’ve fallen from the course of success.

Engage me when my words have dropped into a silent counsel.

Taste of me when I’m bitter with sour thoughts.

Wish me when I have disappeared from imaginative gaze.

Smoke me when I’ve frosted into sound bites of history’s past.

Take care of me, when my sanity has retired from sentences.

Cancel me when my renewal is distant from fulfilling the promise to stay alive.

Just Make do of all that I am until I can become again.