CATTLE CONSCIENCE | PT. 2

The life of a Builder, Builder of visions, is sensitive to time. It must honor process like the life cycle of a butterfly. Each stage bears fruit, each stage hones and owns it's scenery: its all nameless, all jargon, it all just is. Stages are a mystery to some and life's simplicity to others, for in union, all life becomes a moment's notice. The process, with a little patience at each stage is the work of a fine architect. And with the work of a fine architect, the builder knows if he likes the garden or just the zoo. That's Life's simplicity- knowing all we have chosen to see is all in the heart. All I'm really saying is let's take a walk together, as many of us as we can muster. For there's a scenery out there that won't be missed. A world out there that should not be missed. A scene for the million, maybe billion sceneries that our eyes have created within themselves. There's a world out there that refuses to be dismissed, neglected, forgotten. A world that can be changed in a moment's notice, if you just walked and talked about the world's imaginings and those of your heart. Take a glance, let's create a new vision from old eyes. With commanding speech, a builder's scenery in a moment's notice. Let's walk and talk while the earth sits still at our feet, recording stories of what the world really needs. You're attached to this rat race I see. But the wind blows and the cock crows, it's morning, wow, it's morning..beckoning! You're yawning. Awake now to the sound of your name as one distant truth to all the world's needs. Take a walk with us. If you have to lose yourself to find yourself, do that, we are all waiting to call you nameless, waiting to become your myriad namesakes.

A Few Notes..

ON PRINCIPLE, BY DESIGN


The LANGUAGE, MATHEMATICS
you think if we all spoke mathematics instead of french, we would all be rich? in what language does this world make sense? so many professions, now we lose sight where the money is. so many cultures, now we lose sight where the language of compassion is. what currency can we speak? my people are suffering!


A concept is the most intelligent way to distill one's resources- to create quality raw material with minimal effort. A process- tried and tested- is a deliberate creation of excellence.

LEFT BRAINER, RIGHT BRAINER | Word Calculator
'Emperical Study' to the Left Brain is The 'Observation of Dynamics' to The Right Brain. & 'Sequencing' to the Left Brainer is 'Prioritization' to The Right Brainer. Same Results, Different angles and feelings.

i love how we go full-circle in life. sometimes in a space of days... life's such a curriculum of learning.. i pray for a good attitude.


THE COLOR OF LOVE
You know what I love? I LOVE to make Your most beautiful qualities stand out- like a GIFT, wrapped! Call me the Color Alchemist. Make me blush too


Name Your Pain. Clarity serves a purpose. Ownership wins so I own all of me, Flaws and All. And then, I'm FREE.



DUTY & ROLE-PLAYING | Tell Me Your Name

The Angel Who Forgets Her Name forgets Her Chosen Form Of Worship- Her Duty.

Are You The Forgotten Angel or The Angel who Has Forgotten?

My Power is in the latter. Ownership is my sincerest form of Worship. Flaws and All. Power and Responsibility.

"Remarkable Me."



LOVE
Always felt obliged to share whatever wisdom I tune into with those I care about. I realize now that my presence is the best wisdom and wisdom enough.


I WANT MY POWER
Confusion and Desperation are two sides of the same coin. The true value of that coin is our desire to take Deliberate Action.


I AM PETTY, PETTY & PROUD
You want Me to say Thank You to YOU, because You told ME THANK YOU? I don't get it, I just lost track of where The VALUE was created!
When you show me where the value is, you SHOW me the MONEY. When you hide your appreciation of value, we LOSE MONEY, we lose SIGHT of the CREATION!
It's the simple Things in Life we forget.
Simple Things are all there is on a list of my favorite things..
Thank You


Appreciation is impact. Appreciation is Value Creation. In every process, show Appreciation and create Progress.


When I finally device an instrument for measuring Love, i'll be The Greatest Mathematician who ever Lived. Finally, Leonardo Da Vinci And Me can bring Love back to Life, by Defining its Purest Hue! In Ultimate perfect fashion..


A moment of discretion is my precision par excellence. My Devotion, My inspiration is in staying 1 with the Universe.


When I die, please bury me beside Lazarus, he is my hero, he gave into death knowing Jesus will come.


Ever wanna match the stones with the stars?


Off Light, Make Night See Road. (in Nigerian Pidgen English)

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

Pray I that you remember your old friend, Sweet Water. In Honor of Love's Glory, you have been the most ordinary story of my encounter with life. On this earthly plane, I say, My friend, I never found a form more passionately ordinary. Not in, not by any of this world's errors have you been made so plain to see. You're visible simply in the perfection of your untribal devotion. Not even the galaxies wish to lose sight of the rivers.
Water! Look, I sea Water! 
In every moment that I have looked into a glass mirror, I've sought out other clues; they tell me of some vague truths rooted in my vanity. But my friend, you? When my shadow hovers over you, you place my woes right beneath my feet. Halting, stampeding upon the errors of my ways. I find beauty's truth when I see water. Water, my friend, my soldier. I wear you like a dress, I become you, even while I taste you. Your magic, it's silly! Ordinary waters, streams of water.. pray I that I am anointed with thirst.
An ordinary treasure chest for my soul. 
You offer me the world as if it were mine. 
This ordinary love: it's refined, polished, purely finished. 

HER RECORD BEST

Wait, Wait, Wait a little, let the moon get dressed. 

Allow her, her sweet, noble lady time. 

She's shy, easily hidden behind clouds. 

If I took my seat beside her, her beauty would glorify my flaws. 

The opulence of her gracefulness, like beggars riding horses of free wishes. 

Found her on her usual scene, serving me poetic justice. 

She orchestrates the mood of the night, unrehearsed. 

So sweet what tales her light brings; History's own, history's very own concubine.  

My destiny it must be to touch her beauty; 

Indeed, I'll leave it all behind to explore great skies. 

Wait a little let our noble lady get dressed. 

I find a hobby in making guesses at her record best. 

I never give it my best, truly. 

Always standing in awe, amazed, devastated by her essence, 

The brilliance and quality of her presence. 

Her record best is a tale of the chicken and the egg; I can never decide

She has me dazed and hypnotized. 

She's shy, noble, just doing her duty. 

Honorary in the heart of history. 

LOVE & WAR

They say it is incredible, an incredible dream: a world in right order, flourishing in peace. 
Who sold them these unnatural dreams? Dreams of vengeance and war. 
I can't find space in this mind of mine, space for the generosity of love- it's all too vast to fill my mind. Nobody loves, Nobody cares. I've got worries and major fears.
There is an appointed time and place to recognize you and your beauty, young brother, but right now what's yours must become mine. I cannot forsake my eternal greed for your momentary need. Let us not squander our limited resources trusting one another's agenda. If I were you, I would never do that. 
I am one man with all the world's needs; one man with one man's greed, for a slipping eternity that speeds up my heart beat. 
I suffocate in my nightmares in deep sleep: blood, tears, hunger- sorrow's brothers. Tomorrow is just another tomorrow, with a rising sun, and day dreams of demise and hunger, tears and blood. I've got worries and major fears. 
As if by reflex, my eyes have been made to see the morning sun and swiftly wage wars. Waging wars is a habit, a habit of the human race. 
I wouldn't pretend that love has never imposed its power on me. For decades, I've born witness to little children play Jesus for easter celebrations. Other days, the sound of solemn plays as kids escape into a world where they become the  doctor and the fireman, soldier, and the banker.  
How do they, once characters of life's comic relief, grow up angry and antsy?
Disengaged, disconnected, disappearing within a mass of selfish desires, that quick crash down on a world and its very newborns.
Pearls. We're each Lost at sea with a plethora of pretty little pearls on strings of solemn despair. Love would make for a much better string if you ask me.
Love, a most superior raw material. 

Brazilian Soul Through My Headphones

this song is the image of a lady; legs wide open, yet resisting your tongue. bottle of wine. red. she pours it gently between her thighs.

petals & wine. my tongue, she must ride. pink rose. she pours the wine, i tear rose petals from its root. frozen butter breasts covered in a dozen pink petals.

she tastes lovely; twice as nice. drunk in love. i taste her wine. ooH..the VINE! we kiss. her body i hardly missed.

i'm back with my head in her thighs. mouth full of wine. she poured and i ravished. grabbing me for another kiss; feigning for a taste of her wine from my lips. dinner & two drunks. her body .. beauty's porcelain doll. vintage & polished in milk & pure honey. i must eat.

A Few Notes..

-Winnie The Pooh Never Hoards His Honey.

-you gotta comprehend your dedication, your determination, more than you do your obstacles! it's about the fight in the dog.

-the world is, and always has been filled with recycled fears. the new fears are experienced by a few people who take unfathomed risk.

-they don't understand you because you are effortless in the way you are. action gotta look like action to them. what they don't know is leaders started to grind before they 5th birthday. a few years later we mastered the art. now we look like monks.

-you be the first to sound conceited, but you be the first to expose your darkest weakness. you ain't ever had a problem with truth, that's the point.

-all i did was recognize King Solomon's hustle before i knew more than a few words. he taught me all the recipe to a perfect prayer. i prayed

-to be a master strategist, you must first master how to go with the flow.

-Lord please bless me with humility, not in spite of wisdom but as a result of wisdom. #solomonasservant

-i will always say... choice-making is the ultimate art-form. from moment to moment and day to day, choose well.

-stay vigilante! furnish your dreams!!

-time is what you perceive it to be. what is 10 yrs in one's life, 'd be a day in the life of a man who has made a heaven of his inner world.

-No two men have the same demands placed upon them, by Courage.

-if we can see every "disease" as a gift, an answer, a door- to a request, a question, a passage we have always sought after, old age would become the singular cause of physical death. dying from age could then only occur on our own chosen schedule. do not surrender yourself to death because life has lost its charm. embrace death because the world has known one more champ with charm. live life to the fullest and make lemonade with life's lemons are not encouragements in life to be taken with a half heart. keep pushing the boundaries of what those words truly mean; do it often. decide today to be caught giving life even when tomorrow comes. and to give life, one must be truly alive. "Carpe the hell out of this Diem!". do it no matter the circumstance, because between me & you, I'VE GOT THE MIDAS TOUCH.. I don't know about you.

~SELAH