Knot For, Width

Knot For, Width

As a unit, we can tie the knot. Things are expanding in width so harnessing the edges are crucial at this point. If we keep on walking the way we are – the more our shoes become untied.

This is why a perfect knot must be made. It’s not my ego talking when I say “I don’t work for you – I’m working with you.” If I was working for you, the knot would constantly come loose.

You can’t-do what I do and I can’t-do what you can do.Therefore, I am working with you. As a team, we are expanding width.

It can be hard to say something more when our silence speaks volumes. Silence is indeed a weapon, one that doesn’t wield predictable swaying. Somebody can talk until the roof is torn down while someone else decides they rather stay silent.

When the two of us are in the same room – tasting our own orbits – spiraling in our own lands: why is it one then stumbles on the realization that the other can’t swim? If one of us could teach, the other would then have to understand. The length of our distance is not too far but our width must be measured properly.

Don’t you hate it when your pants sag to the ground?! Constantly having to pull them up because they’re not quite fit. I suppose if you lost a little weight, it’s a pleasant surprise the first time. It would only be a matter of time until you’d need a belt, tho.

Pulling up the extra slack so that like your shoes – they’d be tied down to you.

I’m saying something clever – whimsical enough to paint what’s invisible in clear sight. I’m careful as to not paint with too wide of a brush. I don’t want to miss the edges and the fine details which make up the mosaic. It’s the details that make the difference – especially from afar.

Whenever I bring meaning – I must also accept losing what was aimed to tie me up. The purpose of a knot is to negate what is loose.

Picture it like this: Whenever you tie a knot – you want the strength of your pull to be strong enough to last. (At least to keep up from steady making a knot repeatedly) If your shoes come untied, chances are you didn’t do it tight enough. We do what we do for comfortable walking.

In summary:

Two become one. A hundred becomes one. A thousand becomes one. A million becomes one. All become one unit. It’s no longer just one but a complete team. KNOT FOR BUT WIDTH.

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Don’t Blink

Don’t Blink

Don’t Blink – or else you’ll shatter everything around you.

The moment the eye realizes the disease of make-believe // imagination is haunted by the face of reality.

Don’t Blink – unless I’ll break the promise to stare into history past.

The present time is seen to grapple with a future that can’t be removed from my signing eyes.

Don’t Blink – unless the tears will roll from my eyes.

The longer I stare at the trauma that came before me – I begin to understand myself.

Don’t Blink – keep paying attention to the passing pages. I can’t miss out on what’s happening – I wanna be ready for it all.

If I miss what’s been said how can I follow you to comprehension’s end?

Don’t Blink – If you want to be conscious and aware of the real impact of growth.

If you wanna see it as it happens in real-time there ain’t no room for slack or missed information.

Don’t Blink by the frame of seconds to minutes and minutes to hours.

*When reality jumps against you too fast. You thought it was yesterday but it was actually two weeks ago.*

Don’t Blink or else you’ll miss the joke that just swiped past you.

Ever heard what they called TIME that has happened already?

“By the time you learn the rules of life, you’re too old to play the game.”

Don’t Blink or else you’ll silence the words meant to speak to your soul.

Don’t Blink until you win out what was lost.

Don’t Blink – unless you are alive to what will perform in front of you.

Choices – Nikki Giovanni

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Poetry unlocks the romance of words joined with a window through innuendo. Crescendo or more – there is a triple sensation of heaven by the third dimension. As far as I’m able to travel // I’m rallying the rope with a firm grip by the symbol of illustration. Words become more like a character when joined with setting and power of delivery. In poetry living in the parenthesis is safer than living by the literal lines. So, what I’m saying is inside the innuendo of the said text. Thanks to poetry -it may seem invisible // completely faded from the picture, but actually – it’s in the background hidden as an extra. They’ll get it on the way back home. Like a dream, being reminded that what they saw in intense observation was recorded by a poetic lens.

In honor of #WorldPoetryDay // One of my favorites by Nikki Giovanni – Choices. This one feels like water streaming down to my esophagus into my belly. It fills me with complete compatibility and parallel syncopation. It eases the quest, if only for a little while. Thank you, Nikki!

Weave In // Weave Out

Weave In // Weave Out

If you steer too far right you eventually gonna get left. Stay in your lane and don’t spare too many of your pennies on the counter. When all is summarized – everything is gonna need to be accounted for. To every cent that is gained- it is measured a collective sum. It all counts, homie! Put every ounce of your passion in conveying the message to the heart. What you say carries merit. These words mean something and the demonstration of them are the essences of honesty.

What you say is recorded, what you do is embedded in the memories of your selection. Be on the look out. Draw your vision and dream boards. Plan ahead and do your thing! Like sewing, a button on a shirt…everything goes in and goes out…..

I’m gonna weave in and weave out. All while remaining present in my spelling and posture of delivery. I’m gonna be cool and own the space around me. Not finding too much closure in the loose ends but enough to be fitted in the time of my arrival. I’m gonna look into the eyes of those who I transfer a message and understand the writing on the walls. I won’t be plagued by the seemingly impossible but brought to light by reality.

I’m gonna come around the corner and jump the block. Nothing is gonna stop my determination because integrity in myself is fueling my acceleration. In and out. Stop and finish. A game that the two of us can play if we learn to be cool. Cool is not sweating the phases of life in whatever way they show. You know, weave in and weave out.YES

What You Got To Say?

What You Got To Say?

What Chu Got To Say?

Nothing and EVERYTHING. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. An ounce of “Have you heard?” and a pound of “why is this?”.

*I heard is not the same thing as I read*

Questions and curiosity.

I’m seeing what my eyes perceive. All at once – it’s happening again. My senses are overwhelmed once again.

I didn’t know what to say at first.

I’ve been afraid perhaps.

Reactions are judged so harshly.

Without sound proof of origin – the assumption is at the door. Everyone is knocking loud on assumptions door, wondering if they are invited in.
Who’s unlocking the reason now? They didn’t even bother to ring the doorbell.

*ding – dong*

Whoops.

I spoke too soon. Now they are here. What do I do with these ideas now? Before I speak I’m careful. I rather silence but then people would think I’m dumb.

Maybe numb?

They yell and scream at me – didn’t you say – “ueoeodmcnwlslxm xjwkxkmxdkls d kdlallqs SLS LLDB’s blah, yum, fum, drop, dribble, and triple..”

No, I didn’t forget the miscellaneous words that were tossed but that was on a different day. A day when all of that made sense now we are here.

Don’t fight the feeling.

BUT

YET

AGAIN…….

Threats are hijacked by reason.

Great!

So we’re gonna be on trial again. Questions after questions. Interrogation.Getting to the nerve. The center. Why did we come to be? Did we see this coming?

Of course, we did. It was written in the stars. The stars are millions of light-years away.

How do we reach them? Can they be reached or only wished for?

“When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are…”

Or maybe it does matter who you are? Maybe it’s privilege? What if you are rich? Would the gods care more then?

And if so – which god?

What do you say? Maybe you’re being guided? Maybe you are just following along with the flow?

What do you know? The lesson is recorded in the books. I know you wanna travel and see the world. The closer you’ll get to that is by opening the book. Read another chapter. Better yet – live your book. Go ahead and escape into further worlds.

They are waiting and I am too. So I’ll bury myself under words until the illustration makes a clear path.

So I know what is nothing but everything because I’m in reach for knowledge.

Deranged 8.

Deranged 8.

A new series of ‘Jester Eye X’ is in works. Where ‘Jester Eye X’ will also come with a reflection, only that the reflection will be deranged.

#1 Uniformed (The Front) 

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#2 Deranged (The Back)

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Some changes will feature in new the deranged edition. Variations of numbers, colors, and additions and divisions. If you look hard enough 7 will always be there.

Example: *Front & Back*

purple-uniformed

purple-deranged
The question still stands for people. What does it symbolize?

JesterEyeX‘ // A symbol representing
the various directions of conversation. (My feet are arrows – going any and everywhere) The triangle is the home or heart of identity. It often abides by a ‘7’ or my nickname (Jester). The eye represents the Sun ☀️ – a sustaining energy source to give insight to what it sees. My hands are wheels or spirals, connecting to what is harnessed at my disposal. The eyebrows are relevant because they symbolize the deeper lines above the eye. The lines are the journey before the destination is reached.

In the future, various new characterizations will live in the triangle. You too will be able to improvise in your own design. *sometimes these designs will be deranged* // Coming Soon – Button Therapy Clothing.!

When I say coming soon, I mean in the future expect it. No official time stamp on the date as of yet.

*8 represents the infinite and recurring – if you turn it around sideways a bit, you’ll see ∞.

Symbolism will remain the platform where my words can be understood. At times I feel I’ve talked too much, revealed too much. I begin to feel randomized, all over the place. Which is why I’ve been deranged.

Ever since I was little I would hear: “It’s not that deep” because I’d break down something into its smallest pieces, or “You are a deep thinker”. Which then makes me want to simplify what I’m saying. The point is driven home when the lines are clear.

I believe it’s possible to accept the random and the uninformed. Not everything requires explanation. It is what it is. Which means: WHATEVER IT IS – THAT’S THE WAY IT IS.<<
u are more than welcome to decode why it is. The how behind the mechanism. You can change the way you look at it. It's fun for me to take out the anatomy and find the flow of access.

I prefer clues, poetry, a sequence of riddles. I hide behind the mystery. The wand of symbolism. There's magic in the delivery of innuendo.

I also tend to reinforce what came before it. Talking too much, adding clarity to an already understood text. It's been said. Now you get it. If you don't get it, I'll put it this way…

I'm unlocking the system and getting into the matrix. Abiding by the law of the mystery and gazing into the rabbit hole. Making means from the Internet and traveling into the deep. Pages unheard of from the naked eye. Seeking to follow the prism of the ancient mind. I'll keep the chain going to infinite parallels. Meet me in between the lines. Accuse me of only finding peace. Without poison and without the gun. This drug is taken by the obedience of the familiar. Shortening my words until I can find the conceptual master.

Do you get it?<<
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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.

Speaking Presently // Silently Past 

Speaking Presently // Silently Past 

 

In this moment, voices are calling.

The word is spoken and the past is silent to action.

For not every word needs to be spoken, every request isn’t always received.

Silence is the highlight to volumes full of black and white pages.

The colors of abbreviation are manifested by light and reduction.

Words yet begin to form and language begins to break off into a multitude of conversations.

What is being spoken presently, is what has been seen silently in the past.

Sometimes, we are not given an exact reason as to why we make the choices that have been made.

Many times, we are led to strange places with seemingly no center or root.

Something prompts us to act, and that is the very thing that allows action.

YET&Still.

The action is not always a narration of exercise but silence as well.

The Shadow Or The Person?

The Shadow Or The Person?

HA HA!! Life is Funny!

 Revelation is the manifestation of the truth in a bigger way outside of yourself. You may think you know, but assumptions are led by the traces of your inner thoughts. It’s an extreme of paranoia, that can make one feel they KNOW why someone is doing something. Well, You don’t really know unless you ask and be UP front about your Quest (ion). Paranoia is a dramatic interpretation of possibility. So in other words, chill out. Not everything is about you and why not throw a party for that? Most people are minding their own business, with no regard to what you are engaged in.

*IF THEY ARE CONCERNED WITH WHAT YOU HAVE IN YOUR GALLERY – WELCOME THEM TO YOUR MUSEUM.* 😀

 No need to explain what’s yours. Unless you really want to. Every day we are speaking optical illusions and with this form of communication, we are all subject to our own reality.

It’s art.

 Two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different. The exchange of implication and assumption but all can be put to rest if we just SPEAK to the SOURCE.That is if you want to, or you can make up the story in your head and settle on what you THINK they mean. Either way, the narration of what’s happening, is literally linked to the shadow and the person.