inhaling impurities
exhaling insecurities
a mirror of my breath
the air of obscurity
Spirit
A New Journey
as one journey ends
a new one arises
and it promises freedom
illusions which can swallow me whole
beckoning the animal’s rise, by heat of its arrival
temptation is just attempts at survival
but just as the bird’s migration
so to must my animal spirit
for its retention tenses me
but as I regain moisture
the cool waters summon me
peacefully, my feet leave ground
a levigation as graceful as the bird’s soar
adorned by a falcon’s view of all
recognizing with certainty
where true freedom is found
This Year
this year I’m setting precedence
this year I’m transcending preference
this year I’m monetizing reticence
this year I’m capitalizing relevance
this year I’m quantifying reverence
this year I’m automating reference
this year is history in the making,
from a history made
and I am manifesting presence
after all those years honing my craft
and envisioning the aftermath
This Year is the evidence!
I am the Day, I am the Definite-Carpe Diem
I am the force
you’ve all of course
tried to thwart
though horrors enforced
you stay the course
aboard discord’s horse
you’ve been on since born
when reality was divorced
from the truth you first endorsed
now it’s intuition you sell short
and emotions you can never abort
throughout remorse or scorn
adorned from weathering weather through whatever
whether you wither, or
reason to reckon with
this living torch
which never dawns!
my day’s chosen weapon is excellence
emotions I pedal in motion
over impediments, with devotion
staying solidly grounded on sediment
my will-
the immortal portal
time-warping awoken readiness
reticent
of deficits
prefaced with
insurmountable prerequisites
that most would exit from
but I’m invested in
cultivating methods into messages
for wisdom and spiritual directions
by an ominous presence
and all-knowing specialist
encompassing all power
empowering me to release the tension suspending my mind drifts
through time shifts
embodying apprehensions and wretchedness
please,
permission for precision
and the prestige of provision
give me
visions- premonitions and intuitions I can visit until I get it!
then lift me!…into infinity and beyond swiftly
I’ve risen!
from second-guessing it
There’s no question that doubt only arrested development
Because I am, the Day, the Definite
Real-I-Ties(Realities)
perspective is dubious
on one end
it is objective
emanating from lived experience
and on the other,
subjective
blossoming from preference
spawned from lived experience
in a way,
subjectivity is the progeny of objectivity
yet I proclaim!
it is neither just
objective
and subjective
it is also
Illusion
filled with objects of subjectivity
whence the pillars henceforth
are illusory
given reality
is what one believed it to be
therefore,
is it real-
concrete, static, predictable?
or temporary-
dynamic and
manipulated by chance and physical phenomena?
and what of eternity,
veiled beyond one’s senses?
the unseen forces
the chorus of music
and harmony of vibrations
singing at their various speeds
pontificating tangibles
and philosophizing intangibles
holding all things in Order
only asking Balance in return
from us All
although human hubris
rejects such capitulation
as our senses
offer too much authority
to the perceived
that the essence escaping our grasps
now the delusions we live, set in
and the Real I Tie myself to
called, “Realities”
so too do you
but whom is whose is who?
subjectively speaking
there is no objectivity
and subjectivity bears no absolutes
only objects
relative to one’s own experiences
and the perspective thenceforth
objectivity can only be that of nature’s law
guarding our illusive dominion-
the Real I’m Tied to
with You
Reality.
Toilet Frame of Mind
you know when
someone don’t believe in you
not because of ‘you’ particularly
it’s just that they don’t believe in their self
and you can see it too
because the way they go about believing in you
most promises they are unable to see it thru
that’s called seasonal
I usually add that on top of my evening food!
you know those types that
only create flavors by adding to what’s already there,
taking the easy route?
I’m hard to consume, my very being isn’t easy food
I’m one hell of a surprise to those that barely chew and see their food
you know those that are like,
“not now, I will later!”
umm, but how long will you embrace the-
“taking it easy” mood?
preferring the beach, inflating the scenic route
wanting a breeze or two
sometimes when life hit you, you gotta go with it
even if the situation is readable
and inconceivable
create a new feasible
then momentum is achievable
by letting the moment just be, believable
now watch in awe as the bullshit-filled excuses start leaving you!
example sample!
listen!
my best ideas come on the toilet and I’m going thru complications
because when creativity hits me, I give it so much concentration
that I leave the toilet with constipation
when I envision a star, I graph an entire constellation
and by time I’m done,
I’ve just orchestrated a beautiful compilation
but to see it through
I gave my bowels circumstantial condemnation!
this way I can make something that I call the shit!
haha, get it?!
you see?
to unlock greatness
sacrifice is the combination
for any successful operation
because true accomplishment is an occupation
birthed by mastering moderation
hesitation will only work to have your progress revolving through oscillations
but what would I know?
I’m just on the toilet reflecting on my observations
contradicting a process that’s needing me to let go of abdominal abominations
pausing on my poetically processed proclamations
because when it comes to time spent…
I’ve lost every hint of an approximation
but ayye,
you can’t fully contain nor measure the products of greatness
that transcend denominations
au revior! sending you this toilet stalled salutation :0