Misery And Company At Your Buffet

Misery And Company At Your Buffet

I sat down right next to misery on the train towards The Highway of Empathy. Misery then told me, how much they loved my company for they had sensed my pain. Before I knew it – I began telling them what made me miserable. It’s fair to say we bonded quite quickly.

The phenomenon of trauma bonding is a bit more clever than I supposed. I left feeling as if I wasn’t the only one who had pains and bruises. I knew it was not only me who knew misery. When I finally arrived at Empathy Highway – I began to understand so many others experienced and felt similar to me. I quickly realize what we soon discover – I ain’t the only one in this bih!

“In the land of misery there lived a voice. A voice seeking to be heard by all of those whose woes were awakened by shared disgrace. Misery has a lot of company. Friends or enemies – it matters none to misery EVERYONE is invited to bond over the fire and ice. We are burned and then we are sent to Antartica.”

We are living in a time where misery is experienced at an intensified level.

With knowledge comes the awareness to put knowledge at exercise. It can’t stand to be stagnant – it must move in order for it to truly be alive. For what can be said about the familiar stroke of hardship? How are we to move on when our motivation is gone and when there’s no clear path to healing?

The conditions of life can be very hard even for the strongest of us. All we really have is each other and when your neighbor starts acting a fool, you got yourself. Even when you let yourself down, you’re still with YOU. Another chance to get it right. Remembering that even when it’s wrong you can appreciate the balance.

STILL, we can’t help but listen and share our woes. Whether with people, paper, art, or any amount of creation we can find to muster those silent woes. While we all share a relationship with life’s pain and triumphs – our pains are remembered with stronger conviction.

Misery is a friendly invitation extended to anyone who chooses to remember their miserable experiences. Somebody will find something to complain about. There’s always room for improvement and complaints remind us there are advancements that can be made. Just as long we keep it in the current motion.

Hindsight is more the 20/20 – it’s a dream we won’t remember all the details to.

We are like questions being drawn at the expense of searching for answers.

Sometimes all it takes is the right question to be found at the right time in your sorrow. I have learned to not be afraid of sorrows pull – for there’s a lot I have yet to process in my tears.

When the aches of life return and wish to retreat at a buffet with all sorts of past and present existential reminders – I’m gonna eat it one tribulation at a time. ( I may very well leave some entree’s because some things are too high in sugar and fat).

We don’t have to deal with all of the sorrows of the world at once. There’s a lot to eat and if you’re aren’t careful you can put way too much on your plate because you spend too much company with misery. Social Justice is important but if you’re gonna be a warrior – you have to always be prepared to fight.

That’s part of the problem, carrying swords, arrows, and armor. You won’t always be able to dodge those bullets and avoid the inevitable. The inevitable happens. Response or reaction? It’s all about your determination to resolve. If it’s all meant to be here or there.

Don’t let life hassle you into a thousand schemes of awakening. *Sleeping is sometimes some of the best natural medicine life can give you*. I’d encourage you to be aware of the many courses made available to you. Blow off your back the familiar retrograde set to keep you in flames. Every experience isn’t dealt with the same way – best if we stop pretending they are. Leave yourself to your own space where you can eat your grace at your pace.

Remember: You’re the one eating at the buffet. *Hopefully you’re eating more than the sweets!!!* You get to choose what you want and what’s yours. No matter who’s around you encouraging you to “EAT! EAT! IT’S GOOD!” It may not be good and to the company that suggests otherwise – remember it’s your buffet! You get to eat whatever you want. Your mouth, Your choice!

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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!

Premonition, Paranoia, Fear or The Heart?

Premonition, Paranoia, Fear or The Heart?

Can it be Premonition, Paranoia, Fear, or The Heart?

I feel something coming. It’s coming to arrest me. To lock me up inside a cell of confusion. I don’t want to get lost. I only want to be found at the bay of safety. I’m being stalked by the shadow. Everywhere I turn the light follows me but so does this shadow. I have no secret place away from this troubling feeling. I am taken away by the travels of fear and paranoia – they are driving me further into my shadow existence.

My feelings are witnessing to a Premonition that something is gonna arrive and it will leave me without reason or answer. Listening to the heart means sometimes doing the unthinkable. The heart might as well be our inward eyes. It sees what reality is for what it is made up out of. It can’t unsee what it sees. No matter how we try to put on the shades to protect ourselves from the radiation of what we see.

The longing for something better has once again returned.

I lie awake at night on fire, my core literally burns.

That familiar voice that is my own tells me to run and hide.

The only problem is that there’s nowhere to go; how can I run from my own insides?

Is it so bad to long for what’s unknown and simultaneously known?

I cry out, asking for help, asking simply to be shown.

Is it selfish that I want recognition for what it is I’ve done?

Even if I give all of the credit to the Ultimate One?

Is it selfish that I want it to be my name that is spoken?

Is it selfish that I want some appreciation, even a small token?!

It seems the only thing to do is wait until the end.

I must wait until our eternal lives are slated to begin.

Only then will these questions asked be answered with no bias.

When these notions of an ever-dwindling time are simply put behind us.

(Timeless Burning – Sylina D. Black)

This poem totally rhymes with my heart and the overall direction of this piece. Thank you again Sylina – for remaining right on time with your subject, motif, and genre.

The heart never lies because it’s beating to keep you alive. Navigating through the multilayered sound of the heart can confuse what fear, paranoia, or premonition offers. It’s best to start off with love because love returns everything to focus.

When you don’t have love to back things up, you are literally screwed. If love ain’t the backbone and foundation – you only have curse words and empty promises. Nothing ahead of you can make a clear path. You are destroyed with only memory and fainted desires to build with plastic wood. You can’t move to a safe place if love isn’t already your safe place. If you build with weak tools and equipment, eventually everything is gonna crumble and retire back to inflated wheels.

This is why love must be the champion in a relationship. If it doesn’t keep you coming back, love was never there. You believed falsely. You thought it was true only to find out you were robbed of honesty. You got hoaxed. Fooled by the enormities of emotion and pleasure.

You believed in what was real in the idea but false in reality. You gonna have to pay for this sacrifice by offering another promise. You won’t win this time, you’ll have to replenish it again. You lost but only to gain again consciousness. You gotta hit harder but only to the right target.

 

The Itch

The Itch

A lot of shi(f)t is happening right now. In real life – everything is manifesting by the sensation upon my frames. Not long ago it felt like nothing was really coming full circle. I’ve been paying attention to the things that distract me. I’m learning a great deal about what leads me in their direction. Everything is intent but at the same time – some things really lead you into distant directions. You are not always aware of what causes sudden changes. Until you study the decoys and undercover agents. Some activities are a pure habit to our person. The Scratch is the fulfillment of the noisy itch.

Are you scratching yet? 😀

Dragons never demand the fire to come out of them – it just does out of natural design. We are constantly being fed in multiple directions the distraction of food. We have different fits of hunger and some of them we love to binge on. We are social beings filled with interaction with common and even alien species. It’s not uncommon to at sometimes – to desire sugar more than water. Once addiction interferes with other qualities of life – then there is a fault to blame. Nevertheless, we are constantly responding to multiple levels of sound. These are DISTRACTIONS. Once attention has regained proper pairing with SOURCE AND RESPONSIBILITY – It’s sometimes overwhelming – we are more distracted in other realms alien to our own.

At all times, though, things happen around us – everything is connected and joined to some kind of future manifestation. There is simply no shame. Everything is happening and that’s a good thing. Even when it seems bad. The world at large is feeling  a sensation – a change that we all know it directly linked to entropy. Listen to the state of politics. The state of lives being dismissed in the name of the foolish protocol. The music invites us to the next.

Now, I can see what’s really going on. I’m now fully aware of my present moment. Nothing is at war. I’m at peace with the now and current. Amen.

*(f) // Function or in other words – the kind of activity that is designed in order cause you to stop in your track. A noticeable movement of plates that emerge when felt. Also ‘Feeling’ If you scratched at all during the reading of this post – you have experienced The Itch. The sensation beyond that causes us to act to relieve. Itching and scratching // feeling and functioning out of irritation.

No matter how the irritation comes –  to solve this itch one must heal the source. Engaging with clarity and sensation.

Intimate Realization of Separation Becoming ONE

There was this tragedy that happened on the news in the dream, and everybody knew about it but nobody wanted to talk about it because they were too awkward. It was on the tip of everybody’s tongue but they were all too scared to say anything in case it might offend someone, I guess. I walked into this room full of people awkwardly sitting around and you could just FEEL that they all knew the same thing, but nobody said anything about it – so there was this state of disconnection and I myself felt too awkward to say anything.

Suddenly it dawned on me again how we are all connected, we’re all the same – and that it must be ME that makes the change and it will send ripples throughout the people. I spoke up, and there was an initial state of “shock” that I would speak about such things, but then there was this wave of relief throughout the whole room because it is what everyone ultimately wanted deep inside – they all NEEDED to talk about it, but nobody wanted to bring it up.

Those moments are the most revealing of our individual power – and our state of connection to all beings. One person changes the whole room – or the whole crowd – by a simple movement.

A realization of connection which leads to an action – and soon the barriers are broken, and people remember their place in this code. Upon knowing that we are one – it looks so silly to walk in and to see so many aspects of ourselves hiding behind their persona or being too afraid to speak on something which they KNOW you’re aware of. And then you suddenly click to the fact that those people are a reflection of your own inner fears. The moment you release that fear and SPEAK UP – all of those people magically lose their fear too and then THEY speak up.

It is a ripple effect that starts from within and moves out into the world around us, because as Prince says, “EVERYTHING IS YOU.” (AFFIRMATION III IS SPOKEN THROUGH Charlotte Ann Telepathy)

Change.

It’s the very key to a comedian’s success – you know the way their whole career revolves around simply telling us things that we do in our daily lives – but that we’re too afraid to speak about because we think we’re the only one who does them. The laughter is created by the NEED to release that energy and to feel “hey, we’re all the same, and everybody does the same things, thinks the same thoughts, and feels the same way as me!” and that relief we all feel takes us one step closer to the intimate realization of separation becoming one.

You might not have gone through the same suffering, but you understand suffering from your perspective.

“Ask the Victor ’bout pain and rejection, U think he don’t when he do understand”. (The Sacrifice of Victor – The Love Symbol 1993)

Enthusiasm within yourself creates enthusiasm all around you – depression in yourself makes everyone around you depressed – a smile catches – so BREAK THE ICE with the heat of calculated awareness, and watch the waves ascend!

Vexed Panting

My blood is panting like on an African Safari.
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I was kept on a journey that tasted like a volcanic fantasy and destination.
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My body raved of a secret understood only between the curves and a rising agent which belong to me.
 
Silently my eyes remember what great presence your sincere frame belongs to.
 
The life which is being witnessed by the balanced giving of your charity.
 
You bite just enough to keep my mind on a vexed motivation.
 
I’ve known you to be a seed planter, and you carefully drop this amidst the growing perimeters.
 
You speak with a delighted gesture of peace, and a piece of me is grand as it is aware.
 
This is not a flaunted boasting of your most tempting rewards, rather humble auctions of your sensual blessings.
 
Actually, I’ve become familiar with the ground as I am grasping for air.
 
My body aches as it conveys a breaking down of carnal indulgence like I’ve never experienced before.
 
Messages are being tracked within the vessels of my words unto you.

Volcanic Exits

If you are in a room wherein the heat is swamped with desire, the illness which warms your insides will by no means overdose on the medicine presented.
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(Can you seriously, take more of what you believe you need? When You realize // You don’t want it?)
As the hot and gripping feeling begins to trickle, at the very composition of attraction.
You become the student of attraction while being taught by the lessons of fire, lava burns your shadow.
Words become whispers and your every breath becomes as loud as the dynamite.
What happens off the room where the aroma is sizzling?
Maybe you should ask the smoke as now it expands across the room.
This smoke and ash are elected to keep you held hostage to the room.
You find no escape, so on the ground, you are helplessly requesting for an exit.
Every a cough beckons for a clearance of this spark
Yet you continue to enter the dimension of flame and volcanic vapor.

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!

Orchestrated Intentions

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Life has a funny way of demonstrating its intentions. The one behind the veil really is the one who orchestrates the story.

I’ve realized the reason to ponder mentions of sovereignty. When one reins the innermost areas of your mind; their scent is what causes a passion for their setting. Avoiding the palace of present stories establishes the realities of desires which may embrace your heart. No one quite understands the full complexity of love as it flows through the medium of simple conversation. When one talks to a persuasion which causes them to question love or the very form of it, they are contaminated with mystery and desire. In the brilliance of silence, one manages to rest in the thought of what causes action. I’ve begun to cling to a surreal identity that has a name and a memory. Traveling into the timeless palaces, bring forth a feeling of an enterprise.

I remember when I said this 6/22/10:”I feel very honored to realize what beauty is to me. It’s more than just a wow factor. More than an inclination of passion, beauty has performed before the eyes of mystery, only to reveal its revelation! It’s paradise found! There is a city I travel to every day and moment of the very second! I will call it the city of X/ X-Factor for now. In this city, the measure of the equation already gives definition to reality. I can expound on it all day! I’m very much honored to have this now! I owe it all to the X Factor!”

The ‘X’ factor can often be a variable which suggests mystery but when one discovers the formula, the equation is not even bothersome. It is in this confession of intention, where I belong under the order of orchestration. When one thinks about the mindless cycles of talented tendencies; they begin to look forward to the sounds of joy and pain. In this effect, giving birth remains and shadows a supernatural experience.

Looking into the rainbows of the sky one can see color has carried on the bedspread of the clouds. The ultra-violet lights of the sun have made visible bright expectations. It’s a scenario where the stars, moon, and sun belong to me. In the nucleus of my own galaxies, I have already become distant to earthly forces. I will make known an invisible promise to my own self. Silence brings sleeping memories and encourages informative desires. What is now will always be; for I have learned the motion of company. I feel pretty close to my will now, and my representation of meaning means realistic.

Summarized Notion Of Thought:  The symphonies of deliberate innuendos gives the music a melody that is hidden in the rhythmic harmony. Think about it like this; the deeper our understanding for the degrees of light makes us apprehensive to look into the eyes of the light. I know now, our capacities to arise on the landscape of what is real depends on our focus.