When Flowers Yawn

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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Native Rapture Via X

For when I ascended into the Native Rapture, my mind and frame began to pose a description. Every now and then, she comes again, and the lessons you never forget. You become a Designated Fool as Sananda Maitreya put it.

There she goes speculating on someone
For her private school
There he is her next sugar daddy-o
Her designated fool
She’s a teacher of unbelievable skill
I once loved her and now I paying the bill

Right about now she’s regulating on someone
With her juicy groove
If papa comes quick
She’ll slow ’em down and teach ’em a textbook trick
Some advanced curriculum

She’s a master
At stimulating her class
I once loved her
I graduated too fast

Fool, because with her ALL her knowledge will likely terminate your missionary trip. That can’t be a bad thing, can it?

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From the tropical edge, and by the Native pledge – her colors are the foundation of life.

She comes to capture and with strong memories you’ve already ascended into her rapture.

Beyond the stars and passing around the crescent moon; here she has come not a moment too soon.

She reminds you of your vulnerable scales; like the time you thought dolphins were whales.

She always made you remember; science was the only everlasting December.

Her face was shades of colorful ambition; apertures and contrasts of tuition.

What a price you had to pay; for, with your concentrated stare, you have stepped into the gray.

Your mission has become the predator and the prey. 

To know you – means she must consume you, but only by her native woo.

Enlightened Pulchritude’s (Life of Pi)

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 Today, I watched the critically acclaimed ‘Life Of Pi’ quite fascinating story, that dealt with the supernatural. What it did for me, was awaken a sense of quest. We hear stories all the time, and we never truly think about the adventure that is the quest for truth.  We are given the answer, and which story do you prefer? The visuals and mystery within the story really compels a greater sense of search for me. Piscine Molitor “Pi” Pate, wasn’t afraid to go out while there was so much thunder outside. He wanted to reach out and combine the lightening of the universe. The supernatural is our identification to our eternal light.

Blissful Freightning

I vaguely remember the story of freight now, as it has settled within the woes of my mind. That was indeed a scary night, and only a few know of the SCREAM that is freighting! Since I’m the detained sleeper, it is very easy to sleep at the first touch of the bed.

Some nights, I intend to revoke access to the bed and other times, my rebellion is taunted by the aroma of the bed. When you have a MAFIA of people, who are given private information; they soon can become a mob.

THIS NIGHT was one of the SCARIEST NIGHTS OF MY LIFE! I’m normally NOT taken back by the play of what is frightening. I’ve seen movies and read horror films and personally witnessed the realm of the opposite of the light. The history of New Orleans and the tricks that begin at the story of telling of Voodoo. I mention New Orleans because I feel there is a deep sorrow in the streets of certain realms – SPOOKY!

It was only a couple of days ago, that I thought I either died or was a dream of my own that only I understood. TO make matters worse, the whole moment was recorded! I screamed so high, I thought my decibels were higher than that of the FINEST Opera singers.

 

When I become sleepy, I utter complete nonsense. I begin to connect non-congruent pieces of information on a variation of topics. I’ll talk about how trains met in a dungeon of dragons and how the fire that came out the cat’s mouth appeared as a meow. I make no sense, whatsoever, and when that moment comes, I intend on responding to the bed.

 

Well, the mafia who recorded my every move decided to play a joke, and in the state of my restlessness, I believed what appeared to be a PANDA or some kind of black and white JASON! JASON ALWAYS WINS AGAINST FREEDY! BY THE WAY  -_____-

I literally became frustrated with the joke, that my speech followed a series of mumbles and inaudible sadness. WE ALL have had these moments, sometimes! BUT we are ALL – the most surprised when they show up in front of a group of friends. It exposes your deep fear, and your inability to express the scary nature of life. I can look back at this joke AND LAUGH HYSTERICALLY! 😀

 

I’ve come to the understanding of bliss within the darkness, it’s meant to arouse a laughter in us all. Surely, in cruelty, there appears an absent charm, but there is still an enchantment in the magic of the folly!

Mathematical Designs Of Detail

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“A person without self-control is like a city with broken-down walls.” – Proverbs 25:28

It’s really important to listen and measure what is said due to the intention behind what is being said. This is easy to understand when love and respect are given to two people who are aware of the affairs of their intentions. I sometimes RAISE my voice when I feel I have been misunderstood or disrespected, and this should never be the case. I remember speaking on the mediation of silence, how it functions in the productive heart. I will begin to meditate on silence and the understanding of grace by feeding on levels of respect. The variations of what is known in the world, are as colorful as the cultures of the world. We won’t get anywhere screaming and not taking into account the taste we have when something lands on your tongue.

Looking into the backward actions which set forth the steps of the present display a crooked path. I can look back at some of my mistakes due to the state of mind I had and literally surprise myself at the levels I stood on. I look back and can really say: ” I’m not where I want to be, but thank God, I am not where I use to be”. I’ve learned to live my life with no regrets, but I have also learned that the derived actions of neglect came due to a misunderstanding. I have remarked to myself the conversations of some of these things; to be united with the wisdom of now.

In the brilliant spaces of conversation; the fullness of visions and dreams can possibly trap themselves in the nest of wonder. The webs of detail are arranged in a mathematical molding. The icons of the mediums of television have warmed itself on the willing minds that have watched. The whole delivery of ambition is given the power of the visual which has taken over the world, that has become terrifying for me.

I have become a friend of the working class and now am going to make money. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT??? Money is only a promissory note of a private corporation. It is not backed by anything of value. The entire economy is based around the juggling of ‘I O U’ notes; which only exists because we have allowed a private corporation, to take over the money supply, which has allowed the national debt to exist! AND this is a debt that can never be repaid; at this point. So we are using notes that won’t pay for the national debt to owe other personal bills own to us. BUT HEY – SO be it, There is nothing new under the sun!

I am glad to have this peace and transcendence as it blesses and encourages me in times of neglect. The words of cursing have vanished as blessings.

Summarized Notion For Thought: The gospel is NOT good news at all; ‘IF’ it is potentially based. Once again, the good news is hardly good, when everything lives and speaks the language of ‘IF’. The truth is Truth regardless IF you believe it. Truth by definition excludes.Regardless of your position on the effect, the cause bears true due to its nature.

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.