DREAM EARLIER TODAY: I woke up to one of those absorbed massacres! Apparently, I went to a library late at night and while on the computer I placed my bag on the floor. While getting ready to leave, the dude sitting next to me, tried to steal everything from my bag. So as I stood up, and called him out on it, he gave me back everything he hid under his TALL-T. When I commanded every one of my items, he angrily obliged. So I placed everything back in my backpack after I double checked, I then proceeded to walk out in frustration. I slammed the door. Suddenly, I heard various alarm sounds and a voice came from the speakers, to kill me. So I ran out and looked earnestly for a way of escape. There was an ocean hanging from the mountains, I prepared myself as I ran with force and soared across the oasis. I started to fly and everything that was in my bag seemed to not matter at all.
So I guess the question is, would I allow him to steal my items to avoid being murdered? I am glad, I ran out with my things because it taught me I was able to fly.
AHH! DREAMS. They come to you like this sometimes!
What a revelation!
I was locked up in a cell of demonic whispers and conclusions. I went out to evaluate the multitude of vehicles, noticing each of them had their lights on. The rain dropped easily on my clothes; as to remind me of my sense of life. Suddenly, I heard a very dark voice calling my name. I didn’t want to look back and drive into safety. Instead, I opened the door and saw a large flower which then taunted me, before swallowing me whole. I then screamed for mercy! Eventually, I was thrown up and taken to a door where I was able to see through a small hole – a mass congregation. The kingdom of my being has been called counterfeit. Its knowledge is counted as illusions and conditioned manifestations of tradition. Like a bird I have soared over daylight to find food for my children; to remember the nest which carries them. The pictures of flight and the freedom it brings; takes stagnation by a grip and chokes it.
Like Solomon ranted about: All things are full of weariness – a man cannot utter it. The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. What has been being what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun. Is there a thing of which it is said, “See, this is new”? It has been already in the ages before us. There is no remembrance of former things, nor will there be any remembrance of later things yet to be among those who come after. (Ecclesiastes 1:8-11 ESV)
I have written down the variables of fatigue in the dreams given by exhaust.
Counting from 0 to Symbolic abbreviations – our time is far received.
Given the mixture of colors and melodies, the sound is louder than exposure.
We are sleeping because of the bright apparel of the jaded consequence of media.
Desire is begged for the heaviest consumption of self-visibility.
Forsaking the notion of those satisfied with usual garbs of length; we excuse our sanction for equality.
By the determinations of cursed indulgence, the mind explores paths to knit with.
Engaging passionately, with the beauty of a name worn by all of those who kNOw not the name of vanity.
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.
Sweeter dreams of milky passions she speaks.
She compliments the insight of what she sees in the light!
The wonder in her words – counting again.
I’m trying to recall the statement in her blessing!?
Going forward through 17 measures – which is poetically sung within the voices of melodic serenades.
She sings of a feeling, that pounds her heart so near.
As her rhythm is understood, by the choir of an audience, everyone sings in harmony.
The flow is begged by a craving for sugary islands and sweet drops of rain.
If this were a song it would be forbidden in the broadcasted notion of what is truly sacred.
Every part of syncopation no longer waits – it takes each chance to deal with the response.
The desires are fully dressed with unselfish luxury.
Dedicated: To The One -Who Embraced The Element Of My Longing // Her Name Is Behind The Camera.
Death is simply moving from one place to another. Our world is right now black and white. Time and space. One day, an adjustment will occur and we’ll see the eternal home from which we were created.
Don’t rely on your ‘THINKING’ always, when the heart is in yearning. IT IS OUR HEARTS that speak. Not our minds. Often they both co-exist when the spirit is first in place. We are all spiritual beings!
As the little boy and girl sleeps before arriving at her destination.
They beg when will they come home to her father
Until suddenly they fall into a sleep, before waking up to home!
In this brightest morning – our eyes will lay on the glory that has belonged to us in the beginning.
The possessive language that frustrates my mind translates a message of kindness. I’m being fed by the articulation of your loud symphonies….
I’m being fed by the articulation of your loud symphonies.
The theater bears loud.
The volumes of each division that is being played.
I truly desire a rest that is called out to me.
My yawning has become the area of my home and the chamber that is of my heart, LOCKS up my travel to endlessly awaken at timeless destinations.
To thrive on the innuendo and the mystery of “Whatever U Think is True” – abbreviates the undefined.
What this hint describes, ultimately is left to the scattered pronouncement you redeem.
As the documentation suggests, it’s just joyfully understood to be EITHER OR.
You’re either the blood in my veins, or you are Not.
It’s the law between this or that.
‘This and That’ makes our world go around, but it somewhat still puts you in the box and I’m not determined by the method of mineral properties!
Sir Ken Robinson presented wonderful point at a TED Presentation a few years back:
“If you were to visit education as an alien and say what’s it for, public education, I think you’d have to conclude, if you look at the output, who really succeeds by this, who does everything they should, who gets all the brownie points, who are the winners, I think you’d have to conclude the whole purpose of public education throughout the world is to produce university professors. Isn’t it. They’re the people who come out the top. And I used to be one, so there. And I like university professors, but you know, we shouldn’t hold them up as the high-water mark of all human achievement. They’re just a form of life, another form of life. but they’re rather curious and I say this out of affection for them, there’s something curious about them, not all of them but typically, they live in their heads, they live up there, and slightly to one side. They’re disembodied. They look upon their bodies as a form of transport for their heads, don’t they? It’s a way of getting their head to meetings.Now our education system is predicated on the idea of academic ability. And there’s a reason. The whole system was invented around the world there were no public systems of education really before the 19th century. They all came into being to meet the needs of industrialism. So the hierarchy is rooted on two ideas: Number one, that the most useful subjects for work are at the top. So you were probably steered benignly away from things at school when you were a kid, things you liked, on the grounds that you would never get a job doing that. Is that right? Don’t do music, you’re not going to be a musician; don’t do art, you’re not going to be an artist. Benign advice — now, profoundly mistaken. The whole world is engulfed in a revolution. And the second is academic ability, which has really come to dominate our view of intelligence because the universities designed the system in their image. If you think of it, the whole system of public education around the world is a protracted process of university entrance. And the consequence is that many highly talented, brilliant, creative people think they’re not, because the thing they were good at school wasn’t valued, or was actually stigmatized. And I think we can’t afford to go on that way. In the next 30 years. according to Unesco, more people worldwide will be graduating through education than since the beginning of history. [12:27] More people, and it’s the combination of all the things we’ve talked about — technology and its transformation effect on work, and demography and the huge explosion in population.
Suddenly degrees aren’t worth anything. Isn’t that true? When I was a student, if you had a degree, you had a job. If you didn’t have a job it’s because you didn’t want one. And I didn’t want one, frankly.”