journal pages have no desire to debate,
so we relate
i contemplate before i seal,
i get to 'feel out' how i feel
& set the vibes
that bring reality alive.
so, like i think before i speak,
"see that's your problem,
you don't know of who your god is.
although, i've seen you with my own eye
face demons & conquer them while blind;
while sacred energies turn you inside-out,
as curses fall from words of mouth
by who claimed worthy of your grace & your submission.
ive seen you pose as weakest link,
then switch position.
see, there’s no problem now,
i realize who god is."
journals n' **** series - journal entry 7
as masculine energy rises,
counter-parts are threatened
& then the wheel of the ego
is clenched tight;
because how dare you act within your nature of whole,
who gave you ***** to bounce folk up out of your space
as if they don’t align?
who gave you lines?
who gave you ability to set standards?
who gave you feet to stand firm in your truth?
to be stand-offish?
or at a stand-still.
"control your yang,
tame your beast."
said those whom fed the same beast when it served them most.
hope is becoming unreasonable,
or atleast the way it is perceived.
like using hope as a crutch to stay wading in the waters
while tuned in to outside sources
then asking “what do i do?”...
it is only you who can respond with accuracy to self-query.
align hope with imagination
& pretend play.
use the energy to guide you like a sensei.
wei wu wei til source say go,
still take it slow
still stay aware of total-body,
you are here.
journals n' **** series - journal entry 4
i am here
& i am plugged into the aether,
just let your pride & your ego be your teacher.
there are no lies
& there lies no interest in staging moon-landings so
there is no way to erase my foot-print from surface of potential being,
i am being.
i am here.
can you hear me?
beware if you get near me.
just stay clear me.
are we living?
are we jivving?
are we giving?
are we so afraid of light that we wear sunscreen
to keep out energy from source with source info & light codes
to keep you vibin’…
i keep attracting light beings now we tribed up & we thriving.
what do you bring to the table? & if you can,
are you able to make this short & sweet
as time is money
& money looking scarce these days.
not being funny get your coins up tho.
this raw material.
journals n' **** series - journal entry 3
just yesterday i saw myself as shadow,
like i thought id never see up close;
too busy running from ghost
like spirit guides ain't qualified enough to lead me nowhere.
like to realize that i am nothing
& to nothing i must return
was washed clean from every story ever written…
are you asleep?
3 hours of rest is like reset these days.
as i arise i watch the blessings pervade my space
& lift my chin to keep my head high
& way above the thought of what to do.
what do i do with my hands or my heart?
what do i do with these emotional cycles of digging deep,
in search of truth that show me love
& show me why my feelings take me
into deep, dark acts of energy exchange.
journals n' shirt series - journal entry 2
or say nothing;
all the same.
words can come hard & heavy
or soft & sweet,
words can step on your toes
or bow at your feet.
even with distorted systems
& rearranged principles,
beyond separate labels & letters,
beyond theories unstable
& unable to connect
well, only source can connect.
see pass the words
& see through the intention.
your tongue has potential to create,
it is your core whom decides.
journals n' **** series - journal entry 6
when vision forms genuine,
pointed fingers become magick wands.
knots within backs
& stiff joints show up to be new levels that advise you
to stretch out to new growth.
trap music became sacred space.
like sounds of potential world endings,
like thunderstorms speak in ancient language,
how far have we strayed?
how much farther might we go?
in this age,
platforms with distraction as incentive
aid in focus & ascension,
how is that for a plot twist?
the tables turned;
now the mesh at the neck of the sun one
is melting just like ice in frozen habitat.
as we evolve in specie,
the dark is rising.
journal n' **** series - journal entry 5
in my defense,
my counting scars lasts light years
& my fears are made up like words are.
my reality is reflected by the state of my mind,
in this space within time,
im shifting worlds & paradigms because its the life i choose.
we all get choices;
to be free or not to be.
we all get choices;
to hear voices that live within the head-space
that guide you to a place of no ending.
sometimes tears are hard to find like clean air & clean water was,
before earth restored itself to golden age.
when rage & aggression falls as peers whom pressure you to use sacred energy as moonshine to heal self-inflicted wounds.
"be gentle with them for they are you."
follow dreams like you are madly in love with chaos
see purpose where you once saw boxes filled with empty-ness & insecurity.
seek truth beyond,
it lives within you.
only depth exists in being,
being an empath.
being a psychopath.
seeking new pathways?
seek paths that just might lead you down rabbit holes that leads to a straight road of prosperity & wondrous ways of existing.
paradigm shifts call for low rhythms & stillness,
wisdom calls with words of innocence
as love demands your great return.
all hail the very nature of being.
who are you still when separate worlds become one?
who are you when dark & light show will to collide?
who are you in the face of the eye that sees beyond what's man-made
i will speak where my spirit leads.
my mouth will open only when i am spoken to...
or spoken through.
or thicker hips,
a girl can dream,
dreams that go beyond a following increase
or a modern day feast consisting of eats that deplete
what might you do without your central processing unit?
how will your intuition guide,
where will the universe have space to assist in your alignment?
to take a face
then make it up to be 'beautiful'
just incase some ****** wants to think aloud.
wether running errands
or run-way fashion,
it's all the same.
sometimes you may think to go bare
but then stares of fictional characters make you nervous.
the only monsters beneath your bed are the ones that you created.
i'm going one way then the other,
one way or another.
if one way isn’t flowing try a next way.
if monday isn't showing try a next day.
tears flow sometimes...
like rivers of rage
cut off at the point where truth should enter;
left eye twitches &
the battle for the heart begins.
who will win?
self or truth?
why do you always look mad?
like the world let you down
then led you down roads that end dead.
your dull expression;
it makes me question what goes on within you,
is it eating you away?
will you go or will you stay?
i remember smashing windows & starting fights to prove my love,
while you stand there watching me make a mess of whom i thought that i was.
like the 'what' we could've had
& all exchange was mediocre;
coulda' done better,
man i wish we were genuine.
here we go again lol.
days go by fast,
nights never last.
we think we know
but no one knows.
we get caught up in the spur of moments,
we know the only thing we have is a moment.
no future promised,
lets be honest,
lets appreciate whats here.
before we lose it all,
lets make the most of what we share.
lets love and care.
and without resisting
in honor of a love within our very existing.
whats meant to be seen will show.
when you see it you'll know.
lets go beyond the point of modern day love.
lets lose ourselves,
a great escape beyond the modern day, love.
head first from the highest of heights.
create the highest of highs.
amongst the heavenly skies that cheer us on.
its in my nature to indulge within my sacral.
i can make energy exchange creative enough to bring new life,
i can even switch it up,
channel the 'best night of your life’.
through just one mood,
or flow of thought,
i possess within my source
abilities to have you rise
or have you fall,
to have you bowing at my feet at just one call.
but instead of f-cking with your head
or putting you to bed,
i use this energy as leverage.
keep a build up
& a back-up.
while you seek ‘*******’ bout the money,
the feminine just got her stack up,
its a come-up,
one you feel deep in your core though.
don’t knock at doors
if you’re not ready to explore though.
imagine being trapped behind walls...
ones that promise to let you free
if you’d just wait & see.
you know the only way out is in
& the only way in is to sin
by questioning your god.
the god whom sits upon the throne with his feet up.
he may just answer,
if you call then signal forces might just meet up
at the towers where they bounce off
through mother boards
& other boards like god has meetings with his team of advisors.
they advised him not to speak without a lawyer present,
speaking of present,
here we are
& apparently the only answer to your calls is
some noise up in your head,
that strangely sounds just like you,
& the box just became weird...
my trips to high
became too frequent.
im up high,
i’m way too high,
it's like how high can i go?
high beyond the space
where i'm racing through time,
chasing after spaces in mind
& drawing lines that lead me back to my roots.
there’s life in darkness
& i stand as living proof.
the realm of mind-control towers &
cryptic messages in music.
the realm where masses are asleep
yet somehow still starting movements;
& mammon keeps account of all the monetary systems
that mold the youth & hide the truth so that they stay in roles of victims.
"come meet me in the middle of insanity
where the freaks come out at night to play in vanity.
they stay awhile
then turn up missing,
who's to blame?
the one that’s open
or the one playing the games…"
ill meet you in the middle
bring you clarity & peace,
bring you light years
of life energy
& show you how the freaks
come not at night
but they stay clear out of sight…
i'm done holding in
& holding onto lines
so thin that they break just by my stare alone...
& ive been told,
my eyes were cold
but are they deadly?
& ive been told to fix my tone of voice,
though my tone of choice is mute.
how hard can it be to speak truth while staying silent?
while in a crowd of violent sounds
on 3D grounds
where they make crowns of thorns
for those whom come to warn of mass destruction.
i'm letting go of "things"
& maybe, i’m adjusting?
in a world where every man stands for himself,
with low level systems
& light spectrum simulations.
i see blood in these red lights;
controlling hearts & minds
then leaving spirit zombie like.
its a time-shift.
its about time we come to shift.
though 10,000 fall at my side,
though ’normalcy’ & re-creation
will not to collide,
though systems try to **** off my vibe.
no death shall ever come near me.
we rise in frequency on the way to the higher realm of the crystal rainbow indigo earth.
i'm liking this arrangement,
while moving sacred through placements
& planetary gas-light;
forward flowing is the motive,
pay respects, still
to the past life.
moving pass life in a low phase.
intro to new age.
i see her whole-ness as ammunition,
she is all power,
filled on power to surf through space & paradigm.
i see her purity as drive.
i see all ways to ensure knowledge of how to create worlds
will continue at her vast display.
ensure that the younger beings
by whom exist within your space
are embraced by the knowing of self.
a friendly gamble in exchange for the sanity.
dismissing soul &
bringing cloudy to the clarity.
who dare play back n' forth
or *** for tat, of any sort?
don't throw shade;
just burn some sage to give you clarity.
no one can test you,
'lest you feed into your savagery.
your mastery is whole,
so bring no drama to the soul.
i’m bored now with commanders that force...
to command is like to force,
to demand is to endorse activation & alignment
by whatever your intention must be.
so your intention must be what you will to see,
displayed before all seeing eye.
i’m surrounded by commanders of flame...
commanders beyond games
upon chess boards.
raw export of what no longer serve we.
fall as waste or
stand in grace,
if you are worthy.
it got hard for you to trace back the truth
when you decided fame, names, & particular things
hold more importance than roots.
to pin-point a location
or ask questions would be inaccurately pointless
& so your effort goes wasted.
your mass is in-tune at masters feet,
a mono-tonish cluster ****
where the masses sleep.
they move like sheep,
in too much of a hurry to give a **** about making peace.
while you seek leaders,
might i invoke considerate thought
of how you can be one.
become the change,
become the strange-odd one out.
become the one who uses word of mouth as tool,
only fools use weapons as schools.
start from the seed
then take the lead...
they look at you like you god,
so let your action be inspiration.
the few amongst many,
envy is plenty.
envy is empty...
lots of sensi,
now a sensei.
then you're halfway there.
what's a preference when barely anything exists?
your will be done only on behalf of
the true nature
of the true & living god.
farther and farther as we go
beyond what we know.
dont you open up your mouth.
dont you open up your mind.
dont you search for any answers,
dont you fear what you might find?
arent you afraid of looking crazy
or stepping out of the norm?
youre in a box,
youre in a cage and you have always been warned
to watch your mouth and watch your actions.
senseless movements and distractions in your view
to keep you hidden from truth.
the true forbidden fruit.
don’t be threatened by words
used in a statement,
in placement of
a hurt feeling
or a spirit broken;
when you fall
get back up & keep going...
= letters to self =
make clothing, if you love to.
do fun things with your hands.
tell jokes or
make some music,
if you love to sing & dance.
create new culture,
do anything you love.
do everything you love.
find happiness in all that you do.
exchanged through vibes & frequencies.
signs & symbols of the alchemist,
all seen actions now unseen.
so called queen,
mother of time.
free your mind,
let your heart be fair & wise.
grow female energy,
child of moon & sun.
child of adventure,
child of fun.
child full on love,
child full with light.
child with vision
and clear sight.
child of earth,
you are whole.
if i don't get sunlight,
or some kind of something to keep me going;
in the middle of everything.
more still than the world in 2020.
i use deception & bribery to get up out of bed,
i start off strong then end up lost by 12-noon...
with respects paid to physical reflection
if i don't take breaks,
i'd have broken glass
for many years to come.
i see more reflection
when i do gaze
in face of the sun.
i'd say wipe out the whole 'humanity',
flood the land,
clear the trace,
clear the mind,
the hidden space
where they placed fear through nano-bytes,
not black or white;
i built dreams within dreams,
surpassed 3 levels.
now, i cant tell
dream from reality,
i created my own devil...
i don't give a flying ****...
yet i still do,
there's a law that says i cant always be powerful
so somedays my sway may seem a-lotta bit off.
you'll see me smile while claiming sanity,
the next day im concrete stiff.
i know i must
i had to choose,
something about balance.
they said "suffer consequence to every action",
is that consequence bitterness &
inability to connect?
i'm unable to connect,
i think i cursed myself
when i found comfort in only myself.
when i became too attached to my own outcome,
my legs became lazy to move
to contemplate any other resolve.
i refuse to take anything less than i might offer.
dismiss me now,
or i might come off too strong.
silence your mind,
think before you share any form energy
with any form of entity in face of being.
its still a struggle for me,
and enemy specie
knocking at the doors of my mind palace.
to even contemplate response.