Mind's Eye Thinking...Into Paradise Clarity

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!

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Mind's Eye Thinking...Into Paradise Clarity

Death & Revisionism

There seems to be something cosmic about death that encourages a replenishing of the pen. When someone dies – the writers of the pen order a sharp box of new ink! The pencil sharpens its eraser to remove any potential bad news in favor of the preferred story to go with.

If you lived your life as a warmonger – present history shouldn’t erase the trauma and abuse you inflicted in the past. We’re socialized to think, that the moment you die, only your good things should be recalled. Ain’t it strange how we pardon the far away demise in favor of the familiar narrative of heroism?

How, am I supposed to look at the monster that destroyed and conquered the land that wasn’t his? Should I smile at him? Will my smile somehow convince him that my compassion means more than the lives he slaughtered? Maybe the beams in my eyes will illuminate his misery and cause self-reflection that may ultimately lead to repentance?

It’s probably just a dystopian myth led by Christian hope. Even in ‘progressive’ areas of the world, death is still dressed in a traditional garment. The pretended grief from strangers and sunglasses donned to protect friends and family to see underneath it all, you’re not even crying. When someone dies, our memories tend to go through the watch of time and we selectively hold on to the vision we prefer. Americans in particular, are so conditioned to valorize the powerful and defend the people rich enough to afford their own counsel.

I want to envision a world where my love and good vibes actually mean something transcending. but that’s a mission of the strange. It’s almost like reality is stranger than fiction but an illusion is as real as verified science. I can’t seem to grasp the undertaking of a volcanic eruption. The enormity of an explosion which causes lava to scatter to even the most distant villages.

Some people live very close to the volcano and built there entire life there. What about the people who live in areas where hurricanes are common visitors? Should they be worried when the waters come to take what they worked for? Death is not any more mysterious as it is – destiny. A life of shortcomings cannot make one tall suddenly when they leave this planet. Their legacies are what keeps them alive and an objective perspective helps the ash from spreading.

Some people live very close to the volcano and built there entire life there. What about the people who live in areas where hurricanes are common visitors? Should they be worried when the waters come to take what they worked for? Death is not any more mysterious as it is – destiny. A life of shortcomings cannot make one tall suddenly when they leave this planet. Their legacies are what keeps them alive and an objective perspective helps the ash from spreading.

This month I’m taking a break from social media. (Deleted Twitter, Instagram, FB, etc – from my phone – and logged out from other Devices) I’ve called this pink hibernation – it’s already improved my writings and reading (just 3 days in). Social media can be a wonderful tool in bringing to light the sweet and sour grits of the world.

The troubles of life take a larger seat in our consciousness because they make the most profit. simply put, I’m exhausted from the usual annoyances kept at bay by news outlets. You can’t go anywhere too long without a complaint or reminder that tribalism is the new wave to jump on. There’s a lot to learn and I want to pay closer attention to processing information and to toil with silence whenever it comes around.

Poems, Prose, and Songs

Cursed Belonging

Cursed be the memory that led me to you – it was an illusion

A trick of the mind which entered me like a toxic pollution

The pollinated air and well-trained disguise guided me by making me adaptive

Those allergies produced a cough and itch that’s prisoned me captive

How could I ever resist that infallible rose

A token of blossom laced with the protection of the thorns which are clothes

I’m cut by the tender clinch

Reminded yet again that everything we hold requires us not to flinch

A forged experience completely entwined by a complex tribe

If we only listened to the call of the shadows – Would this still be a bribe?

Now, I’m like a ghost wishing to belong to a world opposite of the dream

Steady longing for those sketches of empty frames which scream

Envisioning to be filled yet again with color and personality

The curse of belonging is a memory from the heart of commonality but not factuality

Mind's Eye Thinking...Into Paradise Clarity · Poems, Prose, and Songs

Dreaming of A World With More Zeros

I’m dreaming of a world with more zeros. A future filled with information which doesn’t end but repeats. A loop of daily routine found in a prism of ideas, to yield more discovery. How grand it would be, for our future to endlessly reach more experiences of love.

In a time where research is easily accessible – do you ever stop to think – we have enough information already? There’s so much hidden and revealed, there can’t be anything else left for us to know, right? Nah!

There’s plenty of wisdom left to uncover. The love of wisdom is what philosophy is at the center to root. The encouragement that comes from knowledge is awe-inspiring. The potential of knowledge made to good use revives and stimulates your nerves. When information is accessed properly – it aligns your memories to your eventual dreams.

Dreaming is to uncover those random thoughts that slipped through mundanity. *Let’s be Real: Life can be incredibly stagnant and predictable.* In spite of this, A picture that you briefly looked at it – can come back as a mansion of chandeliers. These can all be set to challenge and remind you of an essence meant to be explored when you wake up.

For a moment – picture every seed as a zero. When you plant zeros in the ground – you are essentially planting nothing. That’s what it seems. A small figure that expands into something Grand. All of the proper conditions must be in sync for it to yield a worthy result. Now think of it:

Dreaming of a world with more seeds.

Wouldn’t this be Grand? Where would we plant all of these seeds? They can’t all go into the ground – that would be limiting every other pocket waiting to be filled. Plant seeds in the clouds, souls, Children, etc. You’ll never have a shortage of places to plant seeds.

The more you plant those seeds – your zeros will stand among the many.

My dream is now living life with more seeds. More opportunities that await a future that’s entwined with past and present. It’s not that hard to see. A life that encourages us to plant seeds. To intend for a result which performs positivity.

Mind's Eye Thinking...Into Paradise Clarity

You Must Search

You Must Search because the systems aren’t designed to be completely honest with you. Systems enable a poisonous cycle that is literally designed to KILL you. If by chance you survive the toxic hell they feed you – they won’t supply tools necessary to restore your health and well-being. Look at it as a virus installed the moment you bought a new computer. It’s only a matter of time before it crashed but the repair won’t be for free.

But for a $Price$ far beyond your ability to compensate. All of the billboards tell you nothing is wrong and that this is the way it goes. All of the glitter and expensive things are shown as believable. It’s sold as a dream that everyone desires although you must be asleep to enter it. The price for liberation – leaves you left with very little leg room. While your legs may be stuck in a closed in place, your ability to move is still encouraged.

You Must Search for loving yourself isn’t always the easiest path but it yields the best benefits. It’s not that people don’t care they just don’t care enough to change what you’re doing in your life. It’s good to have a village hold everyone responsible but it ain’t the norm. People barely acknowledge that you’re there. When something comes up – like if your pants are down. This doesn’t always alert your neighbors all the time. They might not find it necessary to tell you – this is why your mirror is your best friend.

You Must Search cuz you’re responsible without given the reason to know why you gotta find out. You’re thrown in – sink, swim, or float. You’ll have to do each of these actions at some point in time. This matters because the importance of awareness is literally life-changing. Getting to know why things sink, swim, and float helps identify the problem. It ain’t just you, tho! Sharing this space with about 7 billion other people and counting helps create some perspective. When in doubt be your own best friend and look out the window to gain empathy.

You Must Search for there are various clues hidden between the walls and halls of your waking life. You’re on an endless journey which is governed by the rules you set. These rules are imaginary – they only make sense to those that follow. There is Black and White – and those colors which are in between.

You Must Search for the fun is in the adventure to find out what’s awaiting you. (Which is a lot)

Poems, Prose, and Songs

When Flowers Yawn

As flowers dream to glistening stars above

They entrance me deeply

The foggy morning appears to me

The empathy of softness

The coy awakening where flower’s stare

Eye see joy there – inside it

The stardust gyrating around your hair

Are peddles you’ll repel by reflecting

Inside through outside – our kinship
are sleepy dreams

The cool summer that you once knew

You’ll see in me entirely

When flowers awaken – the dozy spell will signal

Our arms to stretch

As flowers stretch from the inside – we are transfixed by their yawn

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The Big But (Discover Naunce)

We all hear it more often than not. The BIG BUTT!! It comes in around the corner with a fancy strut. The more someone keeps talking with this and that, there it goes. BUTT!

The negation because there’s obviously something we have not considered. The Butt comes in tight/loose jeans, yoga pants, long or short skirts which allows the wind to come to reveal the negation – you can’t always be mad at that, ain’t nothing to be mad at.

That’s what people pray for sometimes. A different approach which you couldn’t see in the far distance.

We can’t always escape it, in fact escaping it just means you weren’t willing to listen. There’s a lesson hidden in the ‘Also’. Even ‘But’ can bring a fresh perspective. The power of the mind allows a constant refresh.

Our abilities to think for ourselves is a vital element in our evolutionary development. Thinking on our own terms all while also acknowledging the space and opinions of others. Our minds are fascinating discoveries to fantasy and real stuff. How are we able to separate and distinguish the two?

There’s also the blurred middle where things can take a unique form and transcend fantasy and reality.

I like to call this middle ‘The Discovery.’ In it – we’re searching endlessly. From the top or at the bottom. The more you keep searching and driving – the destination becomes less important. The discovery is a loop that changes beats through rhythmic chords.

The middle is seen as discovering why the ‘But’ was brought up in the first place. You can take every moment to learn from the glance of ‘but’ – although at times we can benefit from the silence of mystery.

I was once told solid advice from a colleague: “Consider removing the ‘Butt’ // when it shows up as a big ass negation that stands in the way of everything that precedes it. “But” can be exclusive and isolating “And” is more inclusive and welcoming.

You can’t consider the options when you are far too quick to remove the possibility by affording the impossible by the ‘butt strut’. This is true.

There’s a lot to know which can be discovered by us saying nothing at all. Unpacking nuance is an abrasive but necessary adventure, we must be willing to enter into. There’s a lot that we miss because we forget how much is nuanced. To this point, But can work to our advantage; when we know how to use it.

Mind's Eye Thinking...Into Paradise Clarity

Morning Breath

It’s not easy finding out what to do next, it’s scary because next could mean losing what you love or even fought for. However, leaps of faith are necessary for growth.

Sometimes, you have to grow without the comfort of the familiar. If you’re only on the cusp of what’s been given to you – how do you know what can be obtained? What can be dreamed of? What can be seen for what it is?

The future is all that imagination is capable of creating. We don’t always know presently how the future works but our goals provide the map to those various destinations. There is often a gap to the places that are near and far away. Which is why setting a goal at least creates a bridge to get there.

While on the way to your destination, life offers you various moments to learn something. Some people think you’re fucked when you don’t know, however, it’s when you learn about life when you realize how fucked you are.

The mind can enter early crises of thought when you think of what you eat, drink, think, wear, feel, know, don’t know, etc.

But be encouraged cuz knowledge is power and actually protects you from the dangers of not knowing. There’s so much to know and yet so much to discover. When you open your ears to all that’s available – you’ll constantly thirst for more.

There is no shortage of what you can learn in the universe. Just the idea of the universe itself expands so much interest for me. I never get tired of learning from the stars and galaxies around me. I still don’t seem to know shit about it in detail – cuz it’s so vast and ever expanding but still, it’s still so near.

I’m an astronaut in space, tethered to observation and a think tank.

We can get so caught up in what’s happening we often don’t consider just how close we are to being bitten.

Around the corner is what’s next and what’s next may have sharper teeth and to be bitten by the venom ain’t such a bad thing. You might get paralyzed by the bite. Unfortunately, Tragedy may lead to clarity – but everything is looking up! *When you low to the ground.*

When I think about how something ‘Happened’ I always have a better way of how I could have gone around it AFTER. Hindsight renews our ability to frame what we didn’t see before. I use to spend so much time – thinking how I could have said this or said that.

HindsightJB

It seems now, the best option for me mostly is to be quiet, that way I can’t be accused of saying something when I didn’t say nothing at all. You have to pay for saying nothing tho cuz then people will think you weren’t listening. 😀

I think a reason why things happen like this is something that no one can avoid, no matter how hard they try and that’s Morning Breath. No matter how much you brush your teeth the night before. Even if you set an alarm in the middle of the night to brush – if you go back to sleep. There it is waiting for you.

When you wake up and make that first statement – if you’re too close to someone else, they’ll recognize the inescapable. Morning Breath comes without apology. You have to brush your teeth before you open your mouth to speak. You may also find someone who will tolerate your Morning Breath (for a period of time) until they even remind you about Brushing Your Teeth.

We are all alike in this way. Everyone has Morning Breath and everyone can do something before we allow others to deal with it. We can all be silent but eventually, we’re gonna wanna say something. Just make sure before you speak – you’re prepared with a proper wash. It’ll help prepare you for what happens next – no matter how hard the teeth may bite.

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The Living Things (Fully Alive & Sort of Dead)

The Living Things is finally here and it’s FULLY ALIVE. I was driven to create this because I had a few things to say about life. Life is moving for even in the silence – pulsating vibrations are recognized. There are seven parts to this project and each deal with various aspects (Windows) of life. In the three weeks prior to releasing this, I talked about how Water is Internet, The Echoes In The Night, and how YOU have the luxury privilege of disliking whatever is experienced in life.

Now you can experience the full life of The Living Things. The other four windows to this are as follows: The Living Things // W.G.E.O.L. (We Gave Each Other Life) // Makeup & Lighting // Zippers IN The Dark.

You got 39 minutes? I got this! I figure if you can invest 39 minutes and some change – you’ll learn something. Maybe you’ll be challenged? Who knows – only if you can invest some of your minutes. The great thing is – this will be up here forever. I wanted to create something direct and clairvoyant and not too full on like Characters In The Wind

There’s something for everybody and this thing is alive to help you transcend.

You have the liberty to Donate to this as an act of love or maybe you disliked it. Either way, it’s fine cuz this is it. Life is still breathing.

THANK YOU FOR LIKING OR DISLIKING THIS! 😀

Mind's Eye Thinking...Into Paradise Clarity

Choices – Nikki Giovanni

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Poetry unlocks the romance of words joined with a window through innuendo. Crescendo or more – there is a triple sensation of heaven by the third dimension. As far as I’m able to travel // I’m rallying the rope with a firm grip by the symbol of illustration. Words become more like a character when joined with setting and power of delivery. In poetry living in the parenthesis is safer than living by the literal lines. So, what I’m saying is inside the innuendo of the said text. Thanks to poetry -it may seem invisible // completely faded from the picture, but actually – it’s in the background hidden as an extra. They’ll get it on the way back home. Like a dream, being reminded that what they saw in intense observation was recorded by a poetic lens.

In honor of #WorldPoetryDay // One of my favorites by Nikki Giovanni – Choices. This one feels like water streaming down to my esophagus into my belly. It fills me with complete compatibility and parallel syncopation. It eases the quest, if only for a little while. Thank you, Nikki!