The P.O.E.

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!

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ME + YOU = STEW

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?

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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!

Swollen Moon

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‘ .

0.X27 – Projected Animation

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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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 🙂

B0unce 0n 10

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. 😀

A Biscuit Without A Two Piece

A Biscuit Without A Two Piece

All this time I was only a biscuit without a two piece

*and a sigh of regret*

A dry muffin that yearned to take honey out on a lease

I was despised for my inability to fulfill a hunger spell
UNTIL
The flakiness of the edge of the biscuit ended up in my teeth’s jail

oh, what the hell….”

If you don’t watch out – the aftermath is coming to await you – as soon as you finish at the last bite. You’ll have some illusion of relief because of the flavors and satisfying *feeling* of being full. Great! So you ain’t hungry no more! *but what did you eat?* Did you eat anything that grew from the ground? Or was it most of it processed with added chemicals? We are not always served the intentions we put out. A memory may have made it good from before but in the present, it doesn’t measure the same.

You can expect a room full of diverse colors and patterns the moment you invite growth into your palace. Some guests are simply no longer invited. Some even overstay their welcome. For growth comes in to cultivate the seeds that were planted. If you’re not listening to your body and honoring the requests, it’ll start reminding you. It’s just like anything – learning how different things communicate is what makes one a great communicator.

It’s like that one time you ordered a biscuit and a two piece but you didn’t realize one of the pieces didn’t connect to the full picture. Some pieces are like small fragments from a mosaic. Depending on how far you’re looking, the details make a difference in how you interpret what you’re seeing. Some are larger than you think with added calories and enticement. 

Memories can be unreliable because they switch the colors of the room. While we may think we know how to measure our memories accurately, we very often miss the mark.

It is not strange, for one to commonly order a side (sigh) order with a two-piece and biscuit.  This could be a sigh order of relief, regret, or any range of emotions.

😀

 

Look & Book

Look & Book

‪i want a message in the trail‬
‪i need a ship ready to sail‬
‪i want history without the lie‬
‪i need a story with the glory ‬
i want a life with a dizzy rhyme
i need my spirit to fully chime

i got the look for the book‬
‪the eye for the spy‬
a reason for the season

this song is one of ting tong – but the door responds to a different key! i can sing as high as the benevolent opera houses – while dancing in the ghetto street

all of the spectators may follow my feet
they can’t see that i learned the rhythm from the television
through the technicolor movements which professed an inspirational collision
when the beast meets the flower
a growing pain comes knocking at the hour

i got the look for the book‬
‪the eye for the spy‬
a reason for the season

the decadence of a pretender dressed in a preacher‘s gown
this may encourage the witness or detective to drive into town
who’s gonna go to prison or the courthouse after the replication has been made?
after the mirror has been polished from dusty to jade
over and over the lines aren’t fully played

cuz i wanna be the popular tune that encourages pretenders and detectives
i want the clown to wear the preachers gown
i want the stick to satisfy to itch
i want sanity to be a door to poetic discipline

but perhaps my wants and needs are on the blank walls of procrastination?

until then….

i got the look for the book‬
‪the eye for the spy‬
a reason for the season

i got the look for the book‬
‪the eye for the spy‬
a reason for the season

i got the look for the book‬
‪the eye for the spy‬
a reason for the season

Love & Purpose

Love & Purpose

A counterfeit love is dressed in the garment that suggests forgiveness because they know not what they do. However, some people know what they’re doing and do not care to provide a resolution. Perhaps, they’re unable to consider the variables that are outside of their control? Maybe, they are confused about the emotional matrix that alternates between red and blue – (me or you?)

So, what does love have to do with it? Love may have everything to do with purpose – if driven by harmonious lines. At one point can one arrive in love? A purpose is designed to act with efficient functionality. Love should be able to perform its definition – not merely exist as a fashion accessory.

But what is love? Love is a poem. Love is a song. Love is plural. Love is two doughnuts for the price of one. Love is the truth that isn’t there because the circumstances changed the context of where it lived before. Here is not where it used to be and love is not what it professed to see. Love is moving in a pulsating silence – All the while love is leading by leaving, for it does not know how to keep still.

Love is a foot.
Love is a walk.
Love is a strut.
Love is a glide.
Love is a guide.
Love is a stomp.
Love is a jump.
Love is a dance.
Love is motion.
Love is spinning
Love is a foot.

When the sands of time have expired and loving is no longer capable of flourishing in the same room – the journey has reached its end. Love cannot be bottled up, for then the chemicals will combat and the smoke will perform acrobatics. What’s the purpose of love? Purpose serves the will of many accounts, for love is always whatever you mold it to be.

Hate & Chance

Hate & Chance

What is Hate? Well, hate is given to someone who has shown themselves uninterested in changing. Hate is an itch that must be scratched. Hate is when irresponsible to the ethics of morality (or what is seen as good).

We feel ‘hatred’ often when we are slightly inconvenienced. (It ain’t about you all the time motherfucka) But – It’s a valid feeling when it comes around. It’s almost as sweet as revenge. The passion that comes with hatred can be delightful. It would be like sticking your hands in a pack of skittles and consistently getting red, green, and peach colors. That tropical blend is an exquisite taste and so is hate on occasion! 😀

Hate is a plague and we redeem our connection to it, by divorcing it from our consciousness. Love doesn’t work with someone who can’t understand the language of love. I suppose it can but then it’s transformed into something else. Speaking to someone in riddles only works if they have lunch with the Oracle. Otherwise, riddles and witticisms may come across as nonsensical to others. (Which by then Willy Wonka should have already reminded you – that everyone who buys a ticket, WINS: Although it may not be golden – the chocolate is still good to eat!)

Love makes rooms to sympathize that some are in error and others wish to recover that which has steered off its path. If by chance hate and love work together it is through the fashion like manner of love. Love can be worn on messy bodies – but if you musty, you shouldn’t try on clean clothes. It’s better to wash clean from dirt before wearing new fabrics.

If by chance hate and love can work together – it is through the awareness of harmonic convergence. When the lights gamble with darkness. Either one of them will win at different times.
The chances that hate is seen as love are few in which case, by then…

 

Written days ago but upon the motion of right now – a sadness breeds reflection and resolution.