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Outdated doesn’t mean it can’t be upgraded.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. 😀

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Thoroughly: Engulfing Through

Thoroughly: Engulfing Through

This is a part of the main course meal on August Feels Like Wednesday. The music that goes alongside with this poetry was prepared with by the incomparable Mr.Ivory Snow!

He did his thing in the kitchen to ensure a savory and flavor full experience along with two other songs that will be heard when the album drops! His talent and ear still astound me to this day! He actually just released a new album entitled Snow not long ago! Check out his Bandcamp page and consider purchasing his work! (You can also stream his album everywhere!) In the age where there is so much being released from various people – we can do our part in calling attention to those who are doing the damn thing!

I am entirely thankful for all of those who have helped me remaster and remix this album in a new light. It goes a long way and I’m entirely thankful that you now have the opportunity to listen!

Like the button is taken through the tunnel of the needle to fasten it down, we go through in and out, back to front, side to side.

We’re all just trying to engulf through but we got to get out shit together.

Living The Song of Now

Living The Song of Now

As much as I love listening to old music, newer music informs my understanding for what’s happening around me right at this very second. The minutes are gone away with the current month of the next album release. At a time when you need it. Music comes right on time and your brain has a fascinating way of recording the sound with your experiences.

Music has the power of stirring emotions. Igniting memories that will return to you smiles, tears, fears, pain, and gain. I encourage you to live your time and to observe the sound around you. I’m not suggesting we all love and share ALL of the music going on now, but at the very least be aware of newer sounds of N2017′. If you’re walking down a very loud street filled with activity of noise but your noise cancellation headphones are on – you’ll likely miss the person with the red suit calling out your name. *Don’t get hit!*

My channel is growing into areas expanded by music notes. I’m expanding and releasing the sound required to bring me to my next journey. I am always thinking about right now cuz that’s all we have. Right at this moment, I can choose to write about Chinese food (Which was really delicious last night:) or the longing to be filled with the silence of unicorns. See – realms unexplored might seem to threaten what reality is made out of. Come inside the melody and shake the confusion off your windows. Let it be and live with each turning day.

Living in the now is to hear newer things presently in a way you have never heard them before. New albums. New Books. New melodies – because all that is happening now is soon to be a memory. You can’t really escape those memories and the nuance of those memories returning back to you.

So you have to be careful when listening to older melodies and songs unless you wanna trip back to those times and the wealth of what comes with it.

 

HIGHLIGHTERS

HIGHLIGHTERS

I’ve been writing every day as a method to clear a path of healing for me. Writing has always been the most fluent way possible for me to reach a place of clarity in my life. When things get reckless, I write. When I triumph- I write. Even if I’m not sharing everything, keeping a journal and record of what happens is a great reminder to reflect on what life offers. What ends up happening, however, is a formula becomes adopted to achieve proper schedules of releasing what I’m writing. This eventually becomes mundane and then recycled algorithms become the nature of writing. At least for me, this has been the case lately.

When should I release it? Will this gain interest? Am I writing to solely gain interest? As a writer, I’m constantly plotting what stories to release which would engage the reader. I’m also hanging on the whims of innuendo and the symbolism. I enjoy the playground that comes with words and poetry. Escaping with words to find a deeper reality. Not talking so much is actually a window for exploration of possibility.

The word abbreviation is a long ass word. The definition is clear – to shorten. Limiting the space in the room. It’s a journey to write the lines behind and ahead of me. My life is about highlighting the pockets in between my dream and waking life reality. The course of social media is full of highlighters.
This is the age where everything, all at once is being shared. (Even that one status that released way too much personal info😳) This, That, and the *Third* is all over the Internet. These feeds are directly constructed to your own liking. What we want to see are largely based on what we choose. We are selective at best. We choose to ignore or focus on whatever interests us.

What’s feeding you is what others are being fed? “You are what you eat” or I suppose you are eating what’s been eaten by others. It can completely depend on context obviously but we are reminded of the other happenings in the world based on what other people share. Everyone is sharing and some really care, some don’t.

The illumination of poetry helps me escape when the cry for redundancy takes over. I have to give time for digestion – I’m sensitive to energy AF. To Emotion. To the thing that makes us react and think. Body Language is telling. (It surreal at times because my subconscious is paying attention deeply) The fire is hot and the truth is to uncover those things that we might want to run away from.

When one adopts the fullness of fire – one is not afraid to be made aware. Truth comes to open you up to your vulnerable misunderstanding.

There is always more to the story than what you’ve heard or processed. Tasting the light means being filled with illumination. Words can be spoken to shift the paradigm of where the sound is soon to go next. In the essence of color and vision is the statement of light. The words will come as long as you stay faithful to the life that you are living. Beautiful days are one with the days that bring sorrow – how well do you pay attention to the cross streets of thunder and sound?
Pages are highlighted by significant details of recognition. I’m taking notes of what is noticeably there. Note for note. Line by line. I’m reading the passages before me as constructed by the passing of time. I’ve found it more efficient to write under the spell of passion. I’m reading the book of life by virtue of experience, constantly highlighting the moments to seize as information. Time must be recycled again and back to the fire I begin. It pleases me only to taste of what can become of myself. To venture far away in my head – dreams that build a kingdom out of reality. I want to be real at this moment before I wake up. To discard the mask and swallow the pills of my dreams. The side effect is my waking life. Worming through until I can properly manifest a life I’ve always dreamt.

Can You Spell A Symbol?

Can You Spell A Symbol?

The invisible framework of our lives is encoded in symbols.

Everywhere we look, they’re encoded in our everyday lives.

We can be carried away into sound and that leaves us with a considerable amount of rhythm.

Symbols are the mathematics of long words and explanations.

We see them and are already familiar with the pattern and feeling.

Looking into the eyes of a SOUL means moving with rhythm to SOUND.

Sonic Blister(s)

Sonic Blister(s)

To believe what is actual, not being deceived by how it appears. Sure, our frames of perception can be colorful and wide; but if we are gonna make a factual statement about another subject….It’s best to be sure to check the mathematics of your analysis.

Look Twice, Homie!

In the best of passion, we are often arrested in our own thrills. Caught in the rapture of our meaning and forgetful to the other side of the pole. This happens to the best of us. Our voice and more (visibly) our words are devices of construction. We are building a universe by the words we speak and by the intent we set. When having a conversation fueled with passion and dedication, remember to share the ball. If not, conversation becomes a sport and we begin to rectify Shakespeare’s Monologues. Caught up in our own whirlwinds of speech, cutting aimlessly in the air, making all of the scores.

“Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief thetown-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air
too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently;
for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say,
the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and begeta temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious
periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to
very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but
inexplicable dumbshows and noise: I would have sucha fellow whipped for o’erdoing Termagant; it
out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.”
– Hamlet: Act 3, Scene 2

I remember having to remember that monologue in theater class, and it’s always stayed with me. 😀

I could only imagine those on stage back then, would sometimes get caught up in the drama of the moment. Going way too far into their passions, and using their hands and body with too much weight and detail. Which Shakespear was not too fond of. He understood the need of temperance, which would allow a sort of smoothness. He wanted to avoid at all cost, the act of ‘Trying Too Hard’.

Maybe Shakespeare knew, people could see right through the act, and it was determined to sway through the disappointment of overdoing it.

This sets a remarkable parallel to the act of exercising on our madness. We can be thrown into our own passions at quite the cost, and this gives way to Sonic Blisters.

What are Sonic Blisters?

Sound trapped in some kind of emotional cut, and when we feel the cut, we scream. We act on the drama that we experience and are honest to whatever the feeling brings forth. If it’s frustration, it’s frustration. If it’s kindness, it’s kindness. Sometimes we can bleed too far into the outrage and it becomes overwhelmingly too much – but these blisters are controlled through sound.

Looking Twice // Listening Closely.

 

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.

Instrumental T E X T

What I gave was a personal invitation for discussion. Detailing out my unspoken toxins has spilled all over the laboratory of fragile yet sincere containers.

Letting go for a moment while realizing the movement of memories shakes my very existence.

Ultimately, love thy will be done!

I’ve tried to instrumentally talk to the parable because lyrics made no difference. I feel like this was the time to let go.

Not that letting go simplifies the equation but it most certainly complexes the reason of why we stay.

The text will manifest itself deeper than the lyrics try.

I’ve literally tried I have given my all and yet I still crumble and fall.

The Inconspicuous Embryo Was Charged, yet the unspoken nucleus is barely a whisper.

When it grows and reaches climax, the invitation for the company is disregarded.

The charge is placed by the mere thought to keep it ‘responsible.’

Such is life.

I am awake from the dream and it’s so much more realistic!

(Meaning the weird beginning was charged BY me; because nothing was said about it. And the reality is that we never really speak about it until someone else mentioned it. We don’t need any other company and we both need to keep responsibility at our feet. We are real.)

I’ve given thought, and I am loaning this to the hands of time. In this depression of oppressive realities, I HAVE NEVER LEFT YOU. If it interests you, take a hold and trust the knowledge of me. I know the complex came out of nowhere, but we must reach for maturity. Let’s be front here. You’re strong and we are supported. We want what is ours in the future! This is futuristic fantasy, that is now Present realities.

Summarized Notion For Thought: Realizing that every sound is a color to the picture and that every melody is just as strong as the lyrical content, will qualify us in dazzling proportions!