Stroll a Moon

Words unsaid

mind still racing 

so i put my thoughts to bed

exercise something new

see what comes through

feet beat the ave

memories on fairfax….

no longer there

but i’m still here

sifting fluid though the night

lessened doubt, muted fear

press passed a portal that 

takes my high up

inside the sky is ash and dust

people grind for lust

glass bottles and empty cups

Im with it…then i duck 

dip to something new

see what comes to

peepin reality as it seams

im in a fabricated dream

the best of folks 

on the streets 

talking madd jive

blamin it on they black

i remind em outta love

that light is on their map

i dap em

they dig my change

i walk away thinkin strange

how they orbit in my range

rappin with my man about

the power we should claim

diamonds underground

it’s only half we found

wind will cause a stir

and we’ll dig it even further

i fly to something new

my minds storming up clouds a few

find a seat and chill

grub on something real

across the table is my mans

we gab and understand

time shifts with  our view

the shit goes hand in hand

so while we’re seeing this world before us

we strive to design it for us

slap hands to manifest

seal the deal

give props to some shit that was real

let em know that you got the feel

we keepin it relative

so as not to slip into some void

cause sometimes ill be lookin up at the moon

thinkin of escapes

and im like damn

im using nasty toys

of invention

to somehow elevate

when the real concentrate 

comes from face

not escape

or letting it go to fate

I just wanna move

but when im present with the moon

i will stroll too cool, 

remembering all the lessons

on that now distant orb

 that i’ve had to go through. 

Old song. Same feelings.

Do we excite in the pull?

or does Love truly rule.

and we, Just stones

floating about in its aura

we connect

break apart

no bond is permanent,

but everlasting in that

its occurrence is infinite 

as all things titled,

Love too must go in cycles

.Jimi gave me pearls.

:”Have you heard about my baby,

Taking Love to all the world”:

and the knoledge of thought is….

.take it as it comes and just keep giving it away.

it’s everlasting

even as it leaves you

you’re pulled toward a new.

and it’s as if suddenly 

through you 

the entire world passes though:

a painful rip,

but ultimately 

you become stronger by embracing it.

and that which you felt 

lift you from the ground

pulls you into something more profound

words can’t touch it

actions can’t get above it

it’s just the movement

long tones, secret messages and self improvement.

so sit back and enjoy the orbit

watch as further away the floor gets

cause Love, she’s a magnetic force

taking you across avenues of adventure 

 to bring you home to that Source.

“It’s sort of about Consciousness” 

a mind not exercised eventually forgets

truth, reason, emotion, care 

all eventually blend into gray 

a cold blank stare

nothing to say

I have nothing to say

not a reason to play

no reason to stay

my heart separated from my mind

my core unparalleled to my feet

and the last vibrations in my throat 

.echo unheard on an empty street.

I come back to my closest of hers

.convenient clarity.

so long as reflection is in abundance

she’ll speak the words she’s meant to speak

place her in a room of mirrors 

.and sit back to watch the world unfold. 

and though i’m listening to ancient wisdom recited

i cant help but question  

what brings me here

.I am truly low.

Home most days

my escape is same as my prison

fear.

it devours.

the dream of sitting central to a crowd,

an affluent tongue

engaging and uniting all

is nearly gone.

and I feel i’ve traveled so far in that realm

im tired of sleep

reality beckons 

and i have not the words to greet it.

in wake i try to exude the most peace i can

just so i can be excused.

and i am.

left alone as nothing cared for

but accepted. 

I can trust all will think of themselves before anything

and in those gray periods of internalization

while the world is silent

I exist 

 true selflessness is only meant for brief actions

altruism is illusion

it deteriorates each time it is uttered.

So why isn’t mine simply escaping me….

answers…

  None.

It feels as if all questions

  have amassed to thick wad above my tongue…

sitting brain dead

 deactivated.

…eyes fully glossed…

.trapped looking into my self. 

Beings amongst us capable of taking in such pain

darkness, betrayal, voids

testing their heart’s might.

acting as Angels 

swooping stale demons from the ground

exposing them to light

two bodies catching fire in rebirth

one bird

diving on a mission of hope

should she fail…

well…

So long as she gets her Son.

the cycle can continue…

will he accel on his own,

or be lifted by angels,

burn bright as a passing star

or take the power of another

to fade away into rebirth

filtered by light.

while she,

left in residual form,

aims at guiding the new

with powers too old

and forgotten.

At what time may they be remembered…?

sciencecenter:

Leonardo da Vinci, back from the grave, to explain why trees don’t splinter

The graceful taper of a tree trunk into branches, boughs, and twigs is so familiar that few people notice what Leonardo da Vinci observed: A tree almost always grows so that the total thickness of the branches at a particular height is equal to the thickness of the trunk. Until now, no one has been able to explain why trees obey this rule. But a new study may have the answer.

Leonardo’s rule holds true for almost all species of trees, and graphic artists routinely use it to create realistic computer-generated trees. The rule says that when a tree’s trunk splits into two branches, the total cross section of those secondary branches will equal the cross section of the trunk. If those two branches in turn each split into two branches, the area of the cross sections of the four additional branches together will equal the area of the cross section of the trunk. And so on. […]

Botanists have hypothesized that Leonardo’s observation has something to do with how a tree pumps water from its roots to leaves. The idea being that the tree needs the same total vein diameter from top to bottom to properly irrigate the leaves.

But this didn’t sound right to Christophe Eloy, a visiting physicist at the University of California (UC), San Diego, who is also affiliated with University of Provence in France. Eloy, a specialist in fluid mechanics, agreed that the equation had something to do with a tree’s leaves, not in how they took up water, and the force of the wind caught by the leaves as it blew.

(via heartmindawakening)

Cre-a-tion 
Slipping sliding between
My fingertip’s touch
Grasp of which I’ve felt once
Not in the palm of my hand
But in the beat of my chest
Each time she came and blessed
Me with ‘Fever’ 
That back hand to my forehead
Might deceiver her
Cause I’m so cool….
Cool in the crowd.
Cool when I’m around her
But alone 
my mind burns hot.
And being by myself
With all these thoughts
Got me scared of myself
But in the end
Myself is all I’ve got
So why not
Let.it.out
I’ve got a story to tell
Open up them ears like 
Clams exposing the pearls of
Wisdom imma pull 
from my tounge
Don’t trip on not catchin it all
The lucky leave with some
Now once upon a time
There was a boy who arrived 
listening
Eyes wide open
Not glossed but glistening
Absorbing light 
from a dimmed white room
Humming the song his mother’s womb 
They put him in her arms
And he began to cry
He felt the pain, fear and confusion 
She kept inside
He rained tears in hope to revive
Her, but she took it for more
And tried to possess him
as he grew with words
Of his mind she would misinterpret 
And neglect them
The Key to her freedom
Was his cage of control
So he dug deep to find his soul
And break it.
Shaken loose was him in pieces
And in that he found his freedom
So now he seeks to gather 
That which was shattered
In hopes that it might complete him
Now he’s finding those pieces
Evolved on their own
Each growin roots where they stand
And Callin it home.
The true king sits not on one
But mulitple thones
And now he’s remembering 
Being by my self is beside myself
not being alone. 

That fire rising

cooled by fear’s implemented layers

the march of millions

and I am one

ancient rememberings

in response to the most common of actions

“I want to move…..fast.”

supplement severed wings.

they always tend to have the dream

that same one…

and in Narcissus’ pool

I wade in self reflection. 

Not the creator of worlds

but a defender of them

wielded words

forged of inspiration

at the sight of so many hers

but the multiplicity

makes one hard to reach

too often, I retreat.

and willingly face a hail of Hera.

Scowls in the beautiful faces I’ve betrayed

.(reflections).

I, mistaken as something fearsome

perhaps yes…

a threat to all that you know

not negative but contrary

see both sides

and fight for them

know everything

and die because of it

I am a god of war within myself.

Strange how words

reenter the mind

in the moments 

where you are least worried about

where you might find them.

a subtle exchange of thoughts

grew deeper

and in that deep section of the mind

things grew dark

momentarily 

and then stars came into view

crystal constellations 

refracting memories forgotten

the star most distant, shines the brightest

and in its gleaming

it told me everything i needed to know

past pains, present loves, future adventures

pure inspiration..

and with eyes closed

I ventured on

leaving the light halo behind…