Ambiguous Windows

Ambiguous Windows

The rise of the enchanting normal
Separates the odd and the desolate
Ambiguous windows are imagination’s fate

I know that revelation is out there
I can sense the tap on my shoulder
Once turning away from it – the touch persisted and became older
I Can’t find the source of my irritation
Might it be the mind leading me to imagination?

The windows of my confessions are ambiguous
The doors to my certainty are locked away
The key to my access is chained to a combination of gray

Everybody’s looking for a story to relate
Looking at a situation that encourages them to no longer wait
Although I can play recommended part
I can’t convince myself to start

The windows of my confessions are ambiguous
The doors to my certainty are locked away
The key to my access is chained to a combination of gray

When lost to the present idea – I’m pulled by the culture of group think
Everyone abiding by their own ink
If we can believe our own rosy illusion
Why should we run away at confusion

I’ve looked in the mirror far too less
My reflection is anyone’s guess
I much rather look out the window to find anything that can be
Imagination removes the veil and sets us free

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Getting There

Getting There

FOLLOW ME AS I CAPTURE THE ESSENCE OF THE WIND
WE MAY BEGIN TO REVEAL THE SEEDS OF MY SIN
CRYSTAL STARLIGHT HOVERING OVER YOUR HAIR
A WANDERING CALL BECKONS YOU TO SIT OVER THERE

AND NOW HERE YOU ARE NERVOUS WITH DESIRE
WISHING FOR PURPOSE TO STING YOU WITH A HOLY FIRE
THEY CAN’T SEEM TO SEE THROUGH YOUR OPEN WINDOW
THOUGH YOUR HEART BEATS WITH A CRIPPLING CRESCENDO

LOST IN AN UNKNOWN LAIR – WHERE GOVERNING BEATS REPEAT
SOUNDS GLISTEN PROVIDING RHYTHMIC MEDICINE TO YOUR FEET
A MAP OF PROMISE BEGINS TO ARISE FROM THE SMOKE
A CAT APPEARS TO REMIND YOU OF FATES JOKE

HOW DID YOU EVER FIND THIS ARENA OF CIRCUMSTANCE
WHEN DID YOU EVER FORGET THE CODE OF TRANCE
NOW YOU CAN’T HELP BUT TRIP ON A SLIPPERY BASE
THEY CAN’T UNSEE YOUR BONAFIDE FACE

THE TOKENS HAVE ALL FELL OVER INSIDE A SHALLOW CREEK
AS OUR POCKETS WERE FULL – WE COULD HARDLY SPEAK
BLESSED ARE THE DAGGERING MOTIONS FROM THE SEA
FOR WOE WAS THEE, NO LONGER ME – FOR NOW WE HAVE THE KEY

Punitive Punch

Punitive Punch

They came with a punitive punch. A punch meant to sentence me to prison. They wanted me to pay for all my alleged crimes.

There I went – flying with punishment for crimes I did not commit. Something as small as an ant turned into a monster from The Transformers series.

What’s the point of making something so minuscule a major quandary? The implication of guilt then breeds a fierce judgment which disqualifies my actual existence to think freely.

Applauding progress nowadays is like sticking a gun up to someone after they sincerely apologize. I want to change that. Progress deserves a laudable response when met with demonstrative commitment.

Instead, I’m given a whip to my brain – fighting over the grains of sand while building skyscrapers with what remains.

This was a knockout to the mind and a strangle to my neck. I was sent without warning and while believing I was strong, I then came across a nail polish bottle.

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This was a test of my strength and I couldn’t pass it as well as I thought. The twists and turns only left my hands bruised – this was a punch meaning to wrongfully arrest me with brutal enforcement. 

This was meant to make a mockery of my weakness and while we all deal with it at some point. I’ve already been locked in a padded cell. I’m crying out for Justice and Mercy, but will I ever be heard? The guards laugh at me as they know this familiar story.

So, what’s left to say when you’ve been punched? You can hit back but a punch ain’t a pinch. This punch was a knockdown to my rebuttal. A rebuke to my progress – a punitive punch which knocked me to the ground.

As I lay down to lick my wounds, I’m reminded that a punch doesn’t mean it’s the end of me. A punch is much like a reminder that it was all a joke. *Like come on, don’t take it that seriously* I sure as hell ain’t Laughing but I’m not crying either. A striking blow yes, but it opened a window to my healing.

Now, I can contemplate my next move! I’ll offer a punch back this time – with a spike. Then we can get this party started for real! No more tears or fears – Justice has finally served us pardoned.

Hallow Rush

Hallow Rush

Holy is the night – as the darkness invites all of those who play in sight. The scare of the light is embraced by the thrill of the night. We’re all responsible for the treat, but the master of personal experience is the ultimate trick. Should you? OR Shouldn’t you?

Was it Wrong or right? The ‘evil’ somehow is still followed by good. Could we live in perfect nirvana? Even if we could, how long would it take for someone to raise hell?

It didn’t take Lucifer that long to demand equal rights. Sure, he wanted to imitate but isn’t that the highest form of flattery? Lucifer was an angel, the most decorated angel. But Lucifer was not satisfied with God’s treatment of the angels because God created angels as His slaves (Strange but true). They had no other will but to serve him so maybe his robots?

Eh, you catch my drift.

While humans were given free will. Lucifer wanted this same thing among the angels, to which God didn’t agree. As a result, Lucifer launched a rebellion against God with other angels he persuaded (this means Lucifer had free-will, btw)

Seems to me, Lucifer did not do anything that would be evil by today’s standards. I read the bible enough to see this. 😀

Has he killed people? Nah. Has he destroyed someone else’s life? Nah. Has he tried to be an intruder on something that humans were doing, just out of sheer curiosity? Nah.

(Well technically, God made a deal with the devil to see how long Job could endure a shitty experience.)

Lucifer was just an angel with wit and intelligence. He didn’t kill anybody, nor he did anything immoral by today’s standards. Still, Lucifer is considered “Evil” because he launched a rebellion against God demanding equality of just free-will.

Ah, the philosophy of Free Will!

At any rate, boogie on down with no fear of monsters grooving with you too. It’s all Dichotomy. Some would say darkness opposes light and that monsters and angels aren’t the best of friends.

I think everything has an intricate relationship. It’s all connected. You can’t remove the taboo completely, it adds context to the story. If there wasn’t a thrill of climax, no one would be coming.

Would you really watch a movie if there was no climax? There’s got to be a rush. A Holy Rush!

Halloween is finally here – the treat and the trick. Which one is which?

Earnest & The Helium Balloon

Earnest & The Helium Balloon

It ‘twas the middle of October, a day, unlike this rest. It wasn’t just the red, orange, and yellow leaves in view that colored excitement in the air. Today was different. Today was the last day of the State Fair.

A time where extroverted girls and boys are filled with anticipation. With plenty to do and plenty to see. This day was guaranteed to feel like the longest day of the year. Earnest waited for this day to arrive. He had dreamed about it for oh so long. As happy as he was – he was also determined to win something. He felt ambition racing through him like warm lights rising from the darkness. He knew he wanted not only to win but to have fun.

Where could he go first? Earnest was as close to his name as one could get. Filled with intention and a pocket of anxiousness – he tried with all of his power to focus. Before he knew it – all time had passed and he had only one game left to play before the fair closed.

Earnest had a lot of fun but very little to none chances at winning – this was his only shot. He kissed his hands as he held the hammer tightly. He wanted to hit the ball as hard as he could so the pinpoint could ring all the way up to a 100 Skies. Bam! He hit – to his pleasant surprise he was only 14 points away from 100. The attendant yelled: “EIGHTY-SIX! Congratulations you won the last red balloon of the evening!”

Earnest snickered with excitement! Not only did he have a loaded time but he finally won a prize worth taking home! Earnest held to the thin rope which held the balloon in place. On his way back home he noticed just how windy the day had turned. The leaves seemed to blow harder while the balloon swayed with it.

Earnest noticed, however, even when the wind wasn’t windy – his new found friend didn’t seem to want to stay with him. He decided he would tie it around his trousers to prevent it from wandering off. As he pulled the balloon closely to him – he held it with both hands lightly as to not pop it. In flash moment, his grip loosened a bit but the balloon nearly flew away. He was convinced it didn’t want to be his friend. The balloon seemed to go up with a force not found in the wind.

He carefully tied a knot on his trousers and hurried home before it could escape again. Puzzled by the floating balloon he searched on the internet about what strange phenomena would possess a balloon to fly away.

He pronounced the words slowly:

H-E-L-I-U-M.

He learned it wasn’t the balloon itself but a chemical lighter than air which caused the balloon to rise. Earnest smiled because he then realized:

Everything ain’t that deep. Sometimes you come to have fun. You might win. You might lose and what you gain can still slip away. Doesn’t mean it has intentions. Life doesn’t have to have a purpose in between your own desires. So come, to the fair for fun – cause if not for fun – what’s the experience for anyway?

The Qualified Sum

The Qualified Sum

If you’re gonna play: Rock, Paper, Scissors with me – look directly into my eyes. Only look down when it’s time to decide who won. You’re cheating if you look at the hands the whole time, Don’t debate me – on this! 😀

Games like Rock, Paper, Scissors and Tic Tac Toe (X’s and O’s) are based on specific patterns. If you learn them, you’ll be able to win depending on if your opponent makes a mistake. Worst case scenario is that there would be a tie with no winners or losers. Yay!

I find games like this fun because with enough repetition – your subconscious catches on to how the player makes their move. We don’t always win at this but if you aren’t aware of the algorithm – you’ll find yourself losing more and more. This doesn’t always favor your ego, especially if you’re used to winning.

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Some of us are so bitter when it comes to failing we revise history to our advantage. *coughs – white people* It makes absolutely no sense to do this. It just makes you a sore loser. White Supremacists, Neo-Nazis, and Confederate loving Americans are PRIME at doing this. They don’t wanna look at history for what it is but rather what they want to make out of it.

Times like now are interesting because they force us to examine the ways we cheat at excusing our behavior. We’re afraid of owning up to some of our own biases if they mean proving us wrong.

Ever caught yourself in a: “NOT ALL OF US” KIND OF MOMENT?

It should be painfully obvious that ‘NOT ALL ‘ is dumped in when talking about a group of people. I’ve been seeing a lot of statements like #MenAreTrash – previously, I would get on the defense whenever I’d hear a generality like that because ‘HEY NOT ALL MEN ARE TRASH’.

Now, I knew I had trash ways as a man and I didn’t want to look at them because ‘We all fall short’ but this isn’t the way to go about it. If you don’t fit in the scenario than keep it moving.

Some are qualified in the variables made – if you don’t fit the shoe, don’t even try to wear it. Our egos can be big and to check ourselves is the easiest thing we can do if our feelings start running amuck.

In short: We qualify which moves we make on the board. The best we can aim for is to even out. We don’t gotta get mad if it ain’t about us. One of the best things I learned from my grandmother is “Everything ain’t about you and trust me – that’s a good thing!.”

(XYZ) Correlation & Causation

(XYZ) Correlation & Causation

You cannot really prove anything. You can only provide evidence or disprove something. What’s considered a fact is only a collection of shreds of evidence that you affirm – which hasn’t been disproved as of yet. It’s important to highlight the word (YET) Cuz when enough time passes – it’ll be evident that what was is no more. The power of yet keeps coming and going and will always be the ultimate decision maker.

The media helps at this – it brings us a bit closer to what’s going on.

People can’t help but get mad when things don’t go how they expected. I consider myself a word scientist. I’m always dissecting and observing the way sentences are heard and the way they are processed in the mind. If you could know before things went south, you’d consider yourself ‘Warned’. For years people around the world have considered this to be ‘Prophecy’ – some human in the wilderness screaming out “Trouble is coming – get Yo house in order” most people wouldn’t consider this person as anything other than crazy.

I remember growing up – there was a lady who lived on the corner of our street who we nicknamed “The Junk-lady house” understandably so because her house was filled with weeds and she has several cats gathered around her house. I remember once I had to confront her because a piece of mail came to our house instead of her house. No one in my family wanted to send it over but me being the curious one decided to take the challenge. I remember running up to her door to only knock on her door very loudly. I was nervous because I felt something would come out and bite me! After about 5 seconds I decided to run away only leaving the package on the doorstep. She eventually opened the door and said why are you running away? Come in – I promise nothing will come to get you.

Turns out, she was a sweet woman named ‘Ookie’ she said the best way to remember her was her name was like a cookie – but without the C in front of it. She always would cut people’s grass for free and offer her services. Under one condition – you had to hear her talk about environmental causes. That’s all she talked about. How the planet is going to waste because we cut down too many trees which give us energy.

Last time I heard anything from her was while watching ‘Hoarders’ she was in this episode and I nearly freaked out because I remembered her. At any rate – she had a point. The world was suffering but everyone around the world only knew her as the crazy woman who had a junky house.

Nonetheless, we are warned. Whether we listen to this or not – doesn’t change the fact people gonna complain about not being prepared enough.

So many people arrive in various peculiar beliefs because they piece together things based on how it correlates with something else.

However, Let it be known:

Correlation does not show causation.

This is one of the number one things people get wrong over and over.

“Studies show that MRI scans of people who watch porn display HEAVY BRAIN DAMAGE, see this means, porn damages your brain!”

“Increases in snowballs being sold in the summer are strongly correlated with drowning accidents. See, Jesse you better stop eating snow cones or you risk drowning.

Correlation does not result in direct causation.

This is also a time where we focus so much on what is agreed. You can have a conversation filled with extreme passion and once a point has been made someone at the end of it will sometimes say:

“Well, I don’t agree”

Well, I don’t make statements to validate who’s in my amen corner. Inform me of your Y’s in contrast to my X’s. It’s cool.

We have this absurd obsession with getting people to agree with our said beliefs.

I wrote about this before on Facebook but I’ll say it again here:

In psychology, there’s a concept called “confirmation bias,” where people only accept evidence of things that already confirm what they believe. Researchers have been studying this for years and I can testify as of late, how real that shit is. Have you ever factored in what makes you believe what you validated for years? The more you check yourself on EVERYTHING (Yes, it’s a process but well worth it – There’s no graduation involved) you’ll begin to pull at your own line of questioning. A lot of this will be heartbreaking but hilariously enlightening.

In the absence of evidence from proponents of existence, there is exactly zero reason to subscribe to an implausible belief for which its proponents offer exactly zero valid support.

Proximity is close enough to the truth.

The truth of an experience, the truth of right around the corner, the truth cuz it might just happen to me.

How many times have you heard that? “It COULD HAVE BEEN ME!” Well,  maybe if the variations were the same but come on. 😛

Be aware of how you counter this illusion.

Next time (XYZ) which is to assume the same variables at play now will happen again. Well, it won’t. Probability says – the results that occurred now will occur again but that’s likely not to happen.

We often like to think, if we were to make one minor change in our direction then the whole outcome will be differently. This is true to a degree, but slight changes are just as monumental as BIG changes. You can’t run out of lengths when widths are maximized.

This reminds me of the scene from ‘The Curious Case of Benjamin Button’

“When the package was wrapped, the woman, who was back in the cab, was blocked by a delivery truck, all the while Daisy was gettin’ dressed. The delivery truck pulled away and the taxi was able to move, while Daisy, last to be dressed, waited for one of her friends, who had broken a shoelace. While the taxi was stopped, waitin’ for a traffic light, Daisy and her friend came out the back of the theater. And if only one thing had happened differently; if that shoelace hadn’t broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn’t broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes later; or that taxi driver hadn’t stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would’ve crossed the street, and the taxi would’ve driven by.”

Just those subtle changes make a whole lot of difference. However – it’s been made. It happened in the way it did – if only we could think of what we do before we do it – if math could be reversed?

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.

 

Pain Heartbreak Then You Read

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I have read many books and have looked at too much recent history, to think this country was ever really great. // The origin of this country is really nationalistic for barbaric reasons. Slavery, Genocide, and capitalism. These things have been so normal to me – sometimes I have to remind myself I am actually living in a place TAKEN from Native Americans. Slaves (some are actually in my bloodlines) worked day in and day out and DID not get paid for their labor. We were instead raped, isolated, cut off from our families, and indoctrinated to believe “slaves were to obey their masters”. We were not actually considered human beings under law. While these things seem so long ago they aren’t and we are still living through the trauma of these atrocities. So no. I can’t think this country is great when the numbers speak for themselves. Reading the story connects the reality why my face curves when people talk about THIS GREAT COUNTRY. 😀

The Magician & The Ruler

The Magician & The Ruler

So much of what is happening now – looked completely different than it did last year.

Different variables were at play. I was feeling a magnitude of emotion as I was rushed with the feeling of surprise. I didn’t know what awaited me but I had something to look forwards to. There was a taste on my tongue of a delicacy that was promised to me next door. The kingdom of sound was building higher with each crescendo and I felt invited to partake of the music.

Listening to the sound and being able to translate the emotion of what you just heard is what brings connection. No one questions connection – because the answer is found in the electric response.The blessing that comes with the feeling and hearing is what solves an indisputable quest. Have you ever been covered with a sensation that felt unique to any experience you encountered?

When people feel the soul they don’t ever deny the spirit that is joined with the bumps on their flesh. No one can deny the moment you woke up from the dream. The feeling of motivation turns into a desire to unlock what you saw. Symbols take a new life on their own. Numbers make more sense when they are imagined to be what you subtracted and added them to.

Every passing day is a memory into something soon to be refreshed upon contact of recurring patterns. There’s still a lot of work to do about what has been left behind. The march continues to go on for freedom. Saying NO to the voices deemed to oppress will revolutionize the conditions set to put back the forward mind. The voice to stand up still swims in the belly of our ability to make a change.

Open yourself to be ready to what’s ahead of you. There’s a lot gonna change and have already changed and now you are on the path to catch up. You should be awake when you hear the sound of the alarm. Buy into the buzz and taste the delight and pound of your reward.

The stars are found in your black holes. Far away breathing into the sound that’s pronounceable even when you wake up from your dREaM. Life is breathing. Life is happening. Bearing witness to the sound that must awaken a grace to get back. The circles are to press a rotational gaze. A break off in the ocean. Count the victory ahead.

Get back on course and stay in your damn lane! I’m gonna blow the horn and make sure you hear me. If you are on this road, you must yield at some in time. Can’t leave us hanging when we are already on the move!

Stay clean. You’re wearing all white fabric. Details will let you know how careless this white can be. IF other colors make themselves known on your white clothes, you cuffed against sin.

Wearing white clothing- will call the attention of color. Unless you are sure to not act before paying attention to the color. You can keep what you are doing without paying regard to any stains. Maybe they aren’t stains but only rulers to help you further comprehend color.

*STORYTIME*

The story of the magician and the ruler. The ruler wanted to spread angles, and define measurement. The magician wanted to bend reality and confuse your attention pattern. They both wanted to do different things but end up doing the same thing once they worked together.

Take every moment to learn from the experiences life gives you. It’s the act of being engaged in the stimulation of life which brings a graceful rendering. Break free from these chains and stay fearless. Show how fierce you are by actually doing what you write. Practicing what you preach. Showing with your mind and hands that you are willing to do the work.

You ain’t just saying it – you calling to it out by the life you are living. Staying true to myself is the best way to show I’m listening. I can’t be caged or boxed by the drama to be less than what I already am. Life is meant to grapple the challenges in life that seemed too scary to face. We don’t have to lose ourselves just for the sake of saving what we want to control. Work out, folks! Get to the fitness that is to come!