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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Poems, Prose, and Songs

Perpetual Sink

my love is like a perpetual SINK.
this water has been filtered so that you can DRINK.
this is more that my mind having a THINK.
i’m here to make minds LINK!
eyes WINK!
& jewelry CLINK!
but
what rhymes with noTHING?
KNOW TING, so that you can make it BLING and spill it but not onto your SHIRT
for coffee is the color of DIRT
you know black without the CREAM?
my itch is so nervous you might think imma FIEND
my FLOW is so WHOA if you keep listening you’ll become a FIEND
come through without having to see
cuz I need you to FEEL, 4 WHEELS
without a gamble or loud noise that may CRACK
silence is golden you fool, rest on easy without a nervous LACK
fumbling, mumbling, and stumbling
oh, darling – I know this may all seem like too much of a BORE
but it’s meant to tickle your eyes, yes you’re on the right FLOOR!
whether on the table or free from the GROUND
let me hear you make a SOUND!

Mind's Eye Thinking...Into Paradise Clarity

Pandora N2 The Elements

Pandora opened up the window and then discovered a triple rainbow! What could this mean? Pandora pondered – until the rainbow smiled back and said: “It means as much as you like it to mean.” Pandora thought about how rainbows made them feel. How they only came back after or during the pouring rain.

Pandora never seemed to care for the rain. The rain would lead to puddles and pandora hated puddles because they led to dirt. Pandora began to interrogate the rainbow further, but before they could speak – a dark cloud hovered over Pandora’s house. Pandora was then abducted by a sudden unexplainable sadness. Until the rain asked them // “Why are you always sad when I come around? You can still go out and play.”

Pandora pondered at this idea but remained still. “Why would I want to play in the rain? That sounds just as ridiculous as would be climbing a tree in the snowy winter. I know rain comes from on high, but I didn’t realize you were that high! Pandora replied. That’s when the rain said “Well, life can’t go on without me – you need me even when you sometimes don’t want it. How about you head over to the corner store and get an umbrella? To have fun with the rain, you need not, interact with it. You must go outside of yourself and play with the serenity, I afford.”

Pandora laughed and soon found the confidence and headed out (this time with boots!) When Pandora came outside the wind blew them onto the ground. “To whom do I have the pleasure of knocking down?” The wind exclaimed!

Pandora realized that not only had it rained a lot but also the wind came with other elements. Pandora looked up for a moment and then began to smile. As Pandora, got up from the ground, Pandora realized their hand was dirty. Pandora landed by a shallow puddle which mirrored their reflection. Pandora saw what was there all along – a face that could be used to smile or not.

Who chooses to see through the cloudscape? Should we allow ourselves the moment of surrender? Admitting that we know nothing. Should we be guided by the light? Even still – the thunderous need to learn should satisfy our endorphins! We may not know but we are eager to find out! What works for us and what satisfies the route of my destination? The noise never expires only returns in new wavelengths. How well are we equipped to deal with a new consequence that we didn’t see before?

‪Light & Love

‬‪Darkness & Confusion ‬‪

Passion & Commitment

All of them dance in the memory and experience of our lives. For we’re learning always. Never have we ‘found out’ // *finding out*…Progressing. Not holding on so easily because the truth is dressed as the phantom that comes to knock us down occasion.

The elements outside of yourself are constantly at work – but Pandora is only a parallel. This is a story providing a mirror or a window – whichever works!

Riddle Me That...Scripts

MIGHT // ABLE

The following script is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…’ which is due to release at the beginning of 2019.

Maybean: Hey Fo’sho!!! I was thinking about bringing to light an idea that has been stalking me in the back of my mind.

Fo’sho: Really Maybean? Why don’t you bring it into light, that way you can see if it’s a good idea or not?

Maybean: Perhaps I will. It would be nice to see what was done in the dark manifested in the light.

Fo’sho: Let’s do it. I’ll get started on the preparation.

Maybean: Well, I’m not ready yet, I’m still working on the basic idea.

Fo’sho: Let me know when you are ready, I can help you with the basic layout. If you don’t mind.

Maybean: That would be cool. I’ll try to remember when I get all the ideas in a clear format.

Fo’sho: You sound hesitant against my help.

Maybean: Well perhaps, I’m just not totally clear about what I want to do, yet.

Fo’sho: I’m capable of following out the plan for you?

Maybean: But the plan is still haunting me. It’s like that word that is on the tip of your tongue, that you can’t fully pronounce. Like seeing the picture in your head but being unable to illustrate all the fine details.

Fo’sho: You rarely if ever get the details fully flushed out. I can help with that if you are willing to receive my help. I need more than your willingness. I want you to sign my name so that I can show up on time.

Maybean: However, I am not totally sure if this idea is as fluid as you see it. If I work this idea with you, it won’t just be my idea but ours. You might add to it somethings I don’t want to be in it.

Fo’sho: How would you even know, if you haven’t even got the basic idea out?

Maybean: I suppose you are right.

Fo’sho: I volunteered to help you bring it out of the midnight corners of your mind. Whatever is out there in the dark may be bulky and less specific– you may be unable to do it on your own. We can collaborate on this together, if you want.

Maybean: I suppose, I don’t know? The way I measured the idea in my mind was just a scent and shade of something that had the potential to be bigger. It is not capable of letting me go. (*I don’t believe the idea will be given to someone else*.) I don’t have to say it over and over for me to remember it. It only takes once, and I’ll go back to it until when I can fully build on it. Perhaps, you can help me bring it out, a little later? Once I pull it beyond the shadows?

Fo’sho: Understood. By the way,

remember that script I told you, I was working on?

Maybean: I think I know which one you’re talking about.

Fo’sho: Well whether you think you know or have simply forgotten, that script is already done. I’m waiting for it to be edited so I can submit it to my publisher.

Maybean: The reason why I say, I THINK is because you never clarified which script you were talking about. You had several scripts you were working on. I wasn’t sure.

Fo’sho: My bad, I’m talking about the script about the drug planted by the government and addictive prostitutes entwined to it.

Maybean: I don’t recall that script? It matters none! Cheers! I’m glad you finished it.

Fo’sho: Yep, I been working on it for months, but I remained disciplined and I finished it before the due date.

Maybean: That’s remarkable!

Fo’sho: Have you ever thought about abiding by a specific guideline to help you bring out your ideas to light? It could help with your productivity. It helped with mine!

Maybean: Nah, I haven’t thought much about that.

Fo’sho: Well wouldn’t you want to try it now that you see it may work for your benefit?

Maybean: I May do that. I mean, you don’t see me suggesting to you my method of flushing out ideas not because you can’t do it but because it never occurred to me that you might find it interesting.

Fo’sho: My method seems more productive, but then again, I haven’t tried yours.

Maybean: And neither have I tried yours.

Fo’sho: I guess we both got work to do. Or we can continue blind? I suppose it doesn’t make much of a difference, if we arrive to the same lines of action.

Maybean: Our lines may be similar – they don’t got to be the same – you do your thing and I’ll do mine!

Mind's Eye Thinking...Into Paradise Clarity

The P.O.E.

When was the last time you whipped out The P.O.E before settling on a decision?

The process of elimination can be one of the best games to play in your mind. The options made available when one thinks about it, can be extremely overwhelming. Therefore, you save time when you whip out the P.O.E!

Any range of ideas that may or may not be dressed for the occasion await your selection. Think about how often you eliminate many options in the benefit of alternatives, which service your convenience?

White Rice or Brown? Black or Gray? Now or Later?

At any given time you have a wide array of colors and selections to choose from. Shall you stick to what you always do or will you wing it with the hope, it’ll come together? If you don’t want to lose something – it’s better if you’re consistent but even that is a lost of something new.

Just like a car doesn’t know that it’s in a garage, the mind doesn’t realize the many ways it’s distracted in thought. This is why we must eliminate what no longer serves us. However this elimination is a process.

How long of a process? Well that depends on how fast you want it. Faster? It comes with a lost. Slower? It may never turn the corner because the key has yet to be found. (ya forgot where you put your keys!)

The mind keeps running and finding what’s cool and what isn’t. Give yourself space for what you want while also time to understand what you don’t need. You’ll never know until you start the process!

A proper P.O.E experience can make one re-examine just how many higher places are in reach. You don’t ever have to settle. They’re always many levels with various layers.

Eliminating options does not have to mean canceling / substituting one for another but walking down the road, that’s most illuminating. Which is pretty damn cool. The Process of Illumination!

Mind's Eye Thinking...Into Paradise Clarity

ME + YOU = STEW

It ain’t just me. It’s you too, which is enough to make a stew! So here’s what we’re gonna do! We shall cut from the fattest part. I must make sure that it’s not a delayed start. For I aim to rock the people on the dance floor!!!

I’m the DJ – I play a tune correspondent to vibration. The beat sounds like this –

It’s not meaning to be rude but they already judged you before you sat next to them. I saw you from a mile away and it made me stray.

Society has evolved in such a way where no one desires to be wrong. We have the burning need to be right, so much that we never appreciate why we were wrong. A recall of our mistakes leads us in a honest direction. We can then learn how to pick up the pieces.

Think of a student walking into a classroom for the first time only a half-hour late. They may think their classmates are judging them without merit.

You can’t always tell what people are thinking. Sometimes you may get a glimpse of their thoughts through body language. Look at their faces !

🤨🥴😐

Daisy had on a yellow shirt and it made her look like a block of cheese.

I didn’t tell her though because I feared she would take offense to my cheesy comment.

Mark had on a spotty brown shirt, which made him look like a cousin to dirt.

Does that make it an even bet, that Mark is looking at me along with Daisy?

🧐

Where does the river of technicolor paranoia lead? Are we all missing and dissing each other? Are our thoughts leading up the street and around the corner to nowhere?

.

It’s all leading somewhere. When you see the interconnection between all of nothing and everything. There is great confusion in what is and what isn’t.

It would appear that most concepts have an agenda. There’s a code to unlock and an order to follow. Like a stew that makes due out of everything collected.

Me & You? Yeah we got work to do!

Poems, Prose, and Songs

Swollen Moon

I smell like the fragrance of the golden moon

Strawberry scents of the rich skies which make them swoon

Without saying words, shared stories of my tailored made dress

Can’t tell if they’re clever enough to unbutton it with finesse

At the mercy of the bird – I hear their word

Their wings soaring a tune, while the daylight hides from the moon

There they stood – looking at me from the lowest to the highest top

If they focused any longer,

They would be able to see that I just don’t want it to stop

I felt eaten alive as they studied my charts

From all of the truth to the lies

From the deepest pits of hell and my nightmares

To the overflowing heavenly skies

I’m the pariah and I’m the prey

I toss with the wind and I can never stay

I’m the pariah and I’m the prey

I toss with the wind and can never stay

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the cosmic walls

Written on the cosmic walls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

I smell like the fragrance of the golden moon

Strawberry scents of the rich skies which make them swoon

They describe to me, the direction of your heavenly flight –

I shall truly reach the depths of this melodic height…

At the mercy of the bird – I hear their word

Their wings soaring a tune,

While the daylight hides from the moon

I felt eaten alive as they studied my charts

From all of the truth to the lies

From the deepest pits of hell and my nightmares

To the overflowing heavenly skies

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

For all of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

This song appears of Jeremy Garner’s album ‘Sensory Illumination‘ .

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

0.X27 – Projected Animation

Programmed Animations are tricked by prolonged observance. Pixels are dilated through shifted numerous additions. What you see in front of you, may require close attention to the curve and exogenous details.

(Projection)

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The last note is present as soon as the first note is registered. The sound is already established but like lightning, what you see is whats first visualized onto the canvas.

Life is more when there’s a written memory of it being recalled. Details get lost in the space and by the time you catch up, there are only the shadows. When hidden in the darkness, the light becomes a threat. You’re only comforted by what you can tolerate. If you refuse the taste, the food is better not being served from the start. Lines and lines again, I’m listening to Duke by taking The A Train and Rocking in Rhythm!

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Memories recall in strange places almost as foreign is my reaction to them. For all that I’m consuming – I steadily wish to create. I am a broken shell longing to be repaired or broken up some more of the grind. It’s not that bad but how can one swim in an ocean of brokenness? There is no attempt to be whole when my being is fragmented on the oceans of what was said to hurt me.

Life is spinning and so I’m reminded that the end is not yet? I felt locked up before now I’m suddenly free. But to what end shall I meet? Must I face the music and own up to the reality? Perhaps, I should speak in fragments and isolated attempts, maybe that’ll prepare me for looking at the beast!

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The beast has become my friend although once a stranger. I invited its greeting into my life. One wing at a time, one potato fry at a time. My body fat will reduce as to expose my abs – but then what? Appeal? We have to switch the light bulb with precision, as to not stumble anymore in darkness.

What you see is supported by invisible bones. A structure is rarely given proper examination because gravity falls victim to fleeting attention spans.

Remember To…

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Poems, Prose, and Songs

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 🙂

Mind's Eye Thinking...Into Paradise Clarity

B0unce 0n 10

Picture it: An elastic trampoline stretched on a very wide surface. You were just dropped down from a high story – you fall down. By the time you reach the bottom – you’ll be jolted at such rapid speed, you’re sure to fall down and repeat the same process but only going higher and HIGHER!

It’s like that for me right now. I’m on the wheels of something that is moving with such high speeds of velocity. “For it was written / It’s been said / I prepared for this”

Now what?

Freak out!

*Brace for impact”

Seth Goldin said something really cool about the Bracing of Impact.

When you walk around braced for impact, you’re dramatically decreasing your chances. Your chances to avoid the outcome you fear, your chances to make a difference, and your chances to breathe and connect.

HERE IS A REMINDER:

There ain’t nothing to fear. Sometimes you gotta bounce on 10. Shuffle a bit to the left and cuff your chin. When things are looking bright – surely everything feels all right. To look out is to see what isn’t there but will begin to be.

The cat is out of the bag and now we can turn the corner at the shadows. What’s there? A helpless leap that may encounter darkness or fantastical groove? You never know what may lead you into your next expedition. To steady wish for the page to turn only complicates initiative.

Outdated doesn’t mean it can’t be upgraded. You just need to refresh the page sometimes *or delete everything*. It’s a cause for celebration to experience upgrade that doesn’t cost anything.

None of us are too far away from the charm of the bounce.

When you’re bouncing, you’re in a multi-functional groove – yet you’re still capable of being charmed through the revelatory smiles found on strangers. A moment of engagement is dancing on freedom hills! I got the picture now of it is not of modern design. It has an abstract but geometric lens.

Don’t mind my explanations, I’m just carried away by the groove of the bounce. 😀