Pain Prolongs, Perhaps?

Pain Prolongs, Perhaps?

We need not be reminded of the toe that was cuffed against the bed frame. Perhaps, the most complexing is how pain doesn’t need an invitation to the party.* Pain doesn’t need to be summoned to the dance floor.* it shows up on stage demanding that you deal with the groove. Pain doesn’t go away so easily. It makes you spin and cry but it isn’t finished with you yet. Pain pulsates and creates a space for more pain to come.

Not much you can do but find a remedy. Pain is long-suffering and teeth pain cripples the will to move on. (Sometimes It’s worth it!)

Laughing, eating, and talking is a joke when your throat and mouth are paralyzed. It doesn’t last long but the pain is manipulative.

Ice can’t always take the heat away. Nakedness can’t hide from its claws. Pain shares a resemblance with misunderstanding. Pain reacts in desperate and sometimes dramatic measures of fashion.

It may scream or mislead through a made up scenario that never ever happened. It’s a shame to see someone willingly redesign and reconfigure what is looking at them.

By suspending reality and hiring illusion you ensure that no one wins. The game is not even set by any rules that matter but when you deny what’s in front of you. Got Damn!

It’s upsetting because it makes you a delusional artist. WATCH OUT NOW: you’re adding too much paint and color to the subject and now the sun looks like a bowling ball!

Perspective matters but please talk in the same key. Most of these realizations can change but they tend to remain stagnant. Now you’re loading apples into golden storage bins! You see what I mean?

It doesn’t make sense, so slow down and bring it full circle. By all means look and deal with reality for what it presents itself as. Pain is a part of the process to get to beauty. I may be in my own world but I see what iz looks like.

Cuz, iz doesn’t mean pain will prolong.

Mediate To Levitate!

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Some Smiles

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 come out to play – your spirit is already burned to ash

You weren’t paying attention to the road so you’ve inevitably invited 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

No worries about the glass that has just fallen onto the tile floor

For lightning travels faster than sound – the burst of surprise always evens the score

For whatever you want to do – you can arise out of the swampy gloom

Or you can stay in the dark corners and explore the haunted tomb

But when prismatic radiance walks up the stairs, to decorate a room loaded with white paint

Think not of the colors that will remain or those that will taint

For the smile of your light guides me into places unbeknownst to me

Now the twinkle in your eyes has flourished my withering tree

Forever I see, the reasons that smiles have come to be!

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

The Dawn of R.E.M

The Dawn of R.E.M

Dreams Reflect
The Activity
Found In Your
Waking Life
The Riddle is
Unlocked by
Connecting Those
Loose Dots
Scattered Throughout Your Daily Life
Don’t Be Afraid To Intend For A Dream
And To Write Down The Symbols Found
A dREaM Journal Is Your Secret Elixir

 

 

This video is about the power of dreams and what can be learned from them. There’s a lot of distractions but life can take a whole new meaning in a dREaM.

R = Rapid

E = Eye

M = Movement

Earnest & The Helium Balloon

Earnest & The Helium Balloon

It ‘twas the middle of October, a day, unlike this rest. It wasn’t just the red, orange, and yellow leaves in view that colored excitement in the air. Today was different. Today was the last day of the State Fair.

A time where extroverted girls and boys are filled with anticipation. With plenty to do and plenty to see. This day was guaranteed to feel like the longest day of the year. Earnest waited for this day to arrive. He had dreamed about it for oh so long. As happy as he was – he was also determined to win something. He felt ambition racing through him like warm lights rising from the darkness. He knew he wanted not only to win but to have fun.

Where could he go first? Earnest was as close to his name as one could get. Filled with intention and a pocket of anxiousness – he tried with all of his power to focus. Before he knew it – all time had passed and he had only one game left to play before the fair closed.

Earnest had a lot of fun but very little to none chances at winning – this was his only shot. He kissed his hands as he held the hammer tightly. He wanted to hit the ball as hard as he could so the pinpoint could ring all the way up to a 100 Skies. Bam! He hit – to his pleasant surprise he was only 14 points away from 100. The attendant yelled: “EIGHTY-SIX! Congratulations you won the last red balloon of the evening!”

Earnest snickered with excitement! Not only did he have a loaded time but he finally won a prize worth taking home! Earnest held to the thin rope which held the balloon in place. On his way back home he noticed just how windy the day had turned. The leaves seemed to blow harder while the balloon swayed with it.

Earnest noticed, however, even when the wind wasn’t windy – his new found friend didn’t seem to want to stay with him. He decided he would tie it around his trousers to prevent it from wandering off. As he pulled the balloon closely to him – he held it with both hands lightly as to not pop it. In flash moment, his grip loosened a bit but the balloon nearly flew away. He was convinced it didn’t want to be his friend. The balloon seemed to go up with a force not found in the wind.

He carefully tied a knot on his trousers and hurried home before it could escape again. Puzzled by the floating balloon he searched on the internet about what strange phenomena would possess a balloon to fly away.

He pronounced the words slowly:

H-E-L-I-U-M.

He learned it wasn’t the balloon itself but a chemical lighter than air which caused the balloon to rise. Earnest smiled because he then realized:

Everything ain’t that deep. Sometimes you come to have fun. You might win. You might lose and what you gain can still slip away. Doesn’t mean it has intentions. Life doesn’t have to have a purpose in between your own desires. So come, to the fair for fun – cause if not for fun – what’s the experience for anyway?

The Stretch of Ultimately (RGB)

The Stretch of Ultimately (RGB)

Ultimately – who is poised to blame?

Ultimately – what is at the tissue?

Ultimately – where is the core?

Ultimately we arrive at variables independent of what you do or think. The motion of the unseen is what dictates the visible exercise.

Ultimately what we don’t know is slapped in the face by what we do know. What we do know is what we go with – this isn’t to deny what hasn’t been solved – but to only highlight the ultimate reality.

The degrees of RGB. The spectrum that allows multilayered light. Red, Green, and Blue // adding to the pallet to create many colors which differ from one another. When light is revealed – spectrums expand and we see kaleidoscopic variation.

Adding red to green yields yellow

Adding red to blue yields purple

Adding green to blue yields cyan

Adding all three primary colors together yields white.

So with color, there is perspective. There is a variation of opinion. With a mix of choice – there is a plural definition of understanding. People are often tossed in multiple color spectrums.

Ultimately extends its arm to reach the most final and conclusive argument. ULTIMATELY – is at the end begging to be acknowledged and seen for what it is. What really matters? What really comes full circle – what comes at the end is what really determines the Genesis.

Speaking Presently // Silently Past 

Speaking Presently // Silently Past 

 

In this moment, voices are calling.

The word is spoken and the past is silent to action.

For not every word needs to be spoken, every request isn’t always received.

Silence is the highlight to volumes full of black and white pages.

The colors of abbreviation are manifested by light and reduction.

Words yet begin to form and language begins to break off into a multitude of conversations.

What is being spoken presently, is what has been seen silently in the past.

Sometimes, we are not given an exact reason as to why we make the choices that have been made.

Many times, we are led to strange places with seemingly no center or root.

Something prompts us to act, and that is the very thing that allows action.

YET&Still.

The action is not always a narration of exercise but silence as well.

Work Vs. Worm

Work Vs. Worm

WORK: Processing and greeting, Getting the bills paid. Making changes as the day calls for. Scheduled.
WORM: Resting, doing, allowing the energies to make complicated explosions of inspiration, arousing, Garden Sensations, AKA – The Grind.
WORK: Engaging, Waiting For Time To Kiss The Assignment. Wanting to get it done already.
WORM: Neglecting time, getting familiar with the root and source. Operating in a free space environment. Taking pleasure in the endless cycle of improvisation.

Now, the Worm is not to dismiss Work. It’s a working relationship, and the operation of each task can be mutually achieved without disturbance. Some people are afraid, some are paranoid, all around the world energy is reacting against the energy. A revival is embarking and we are all working to worm. Some would say, we got to work to only look forward to resting. But if you rest – there is ultimate work. I’ve talked about this before and blah, blah, WHAT IS JESSE TALKING ABOUT? 😀  Resting is Life. AND Life Is Code.

I think it’s safe to say I’m WORMING. I like the worm, live in the soil. I find fascination in the free space to move around. Not bothered or controlled by the will of times measured reign. Embracing the completeness of what experience is. Remembering always,
Love Thy Will Be Done.

PSYCHEDELIC SENSATION

PSYCHEDELIC SENSATION

Recently, colors have reintroduced themselves back to me and the results have been a psychedelic sensation. Sensation, like a conversation, allows navigation to be understood and recognized. Imagine a Rubik’s Cube – by removing all of the colors, you’re essentially moving without any intention. You’re just aimlessly twisting a cube with no true recognition of arrangement. Color helps lead the way in finding the answer. Colors are like Thick Triggers which enforces a statue of emotion.

The Thrill of color has expanded a Kaleidoscopic Vortex within me. A lot of lectures are coming through. Amazing how the manifestation of Fall can make one appreciate the deeper hues in retrospect. I’m collectively engaged in sensation.

 

ORANGE / Crossroads

ORANGE CROSSROADS

I’m feeling like the color orange and it’s the weirdest color to have an emotion towards. It’s unknown but not in a mysterious way, but almost like an awkward presence which surrounds me! I am mainly wearing it in the photo above because I suppose I am at a crossroads with it.

It’s almost like, I am engulfed in a chakra of some kind, which is written inside the four walls of discovery! It’s simply amazing to taste the lips of what’s orange. It’s not that it is good, or that it is really a color. Just a radiating color, that manages to cross me.

The color orange creates a lot of controversies; it evokes strong emotion and is a color that people seem to either love or hate. Color experts agree that orange radiates warmth and energy, and it’s also is the color of our sacral chakra, which stimulates our sexuality and emotions. Here are some more interesting facts about the color orange:

Apparently, in the early Christian church, orange was a symbol of glory and fruits of the earth.
It was also called the wisdom ray the area where wisdom radiates.
In the practice of Feng Shui, colors hold great significance, and orange represents a dangerous fire.
Orange could help us focus our powers of concentration, and it’s also the color that’s credited with assisting us in organizing our thoughts and our things.
Also, as you know, during the Elizabethan Era in English history, only nobility were allowed to wear orange clothing.
I can’t deny, I am drawn to its aura.
Not much more I can say about it. If orange had a feeling, I suppose it is what I feel now.

Rebel Sensation

I think they HEARD us. The careful movements in which our whispers were made known appeared as rocks falling from a cliff.

I think they FELT us -we were consumed in a fire while trying not to burn down the walls which kept us secret.

I think they SMELLED us – We burned down and the ashes of our beings have created a traceable smoke that is absorbed miles afar.

I think they TASTED us – Our lingering aroma seemed to find itself on the tip of their tongue, which gave a reminiscent delight.

I think SEEN us – We tried to escape, but the nakedness of our innocence proved far too exposed than our dress desired to accomplish…

I think we know all of these things sensed rebel inclination

It’s interesting when we examine the senses that ever so closely are realized through the nature of someone’s insight. It’s quite interesting how I came up with this piece, it is a hilarious but yet so very embarrassing story. Need I explain?

I don’ think I’ll explain that! ALL I know is, after it was over, we both seemed to realize what it means to be a rebel.

Nakedness, exposure, and shame are all of these things seem to have a motivation.