breathe easy (a poem by Jack)

I love the curses… I pray for the curses… The spiders creep across my lungs.. And lay siege to the breath of life.. I remain unrestricted… In impeccable glory..

These curses from voodoo masters reincarnate…
Shamen and shapeshifters of times ago..
The 808s kick.. And the curses ensue…
The outsiders fear the bass.. For the tick of the tock foretells their time is drawing near…
Tick
Tock!
Boom Boom!!!
A bayou baby.. Hailing from the southern tip of the Land of Milk and Honey..
Fooled us once.. The indigo spoke..
So you won’t fool me twice…
But you will fear me.. Kill us all you must, but it only delays the inevitable…We don’t die.. At this point we simply regroup and come back harder..that which kills us only makes us stronger..
Bass drum rippen..
Do you hear that.. It’s the heart beat of a nation… It’s the war drums of innocence slaughtered.. Of a planet fed up.. It’s mama earths summoning her first line of defense.. Because enough is enough.. And will power and innovation will not save you from your licentious means… And justified hatred..
My lungs burn.. And it’s the breath of life reconciling its temperament within… 
I will breathe again..

Dogs bark:ghetto boys cry (a poem by Jack)

Free falling…

Til earth starts to make sense again…
Talking is a bore.. Logic is redundant… 
10 millions way to make a living.. Choose one..
Too many languages too speak… Choose one.. All these voices and no one is speaking my language.. Not yet a soul who can hear me…
They hear my vibe… Can even feel it… But without avail.. Cause it doesn’t reverberate.. I just bounce off like light hitting a mirror… No matter the spectrum they can’t see me… Only themselves..
But I see the ghost… The holy silhouette that surrounds both Angels and men alike… The spiritual bass I feel it in my bones… And I will continue to live… If not for nothing for the bass…
Brothers alike finding something to latch on too… Gnawing for attention because they need to be seeked upon… Bright souls morphed into dark souls with vicious barks.. Light bearers disfigured into unruly children: ghetto boys beating and battering any and all in their path.. 
Misinterpreted by society in turn misunderstood by self.. They lash out then when this fails… The vitriol is directed inward.. Sad song.. Sung by so many.. But I see the radiance… I feel the bass.. And when self-realization burst through the mythos… Beauty ensues… But happiness is but happenstance…
How can we prolong the way… Elongate the expression.. Perhaps a glimpse is but enough… A glimpse of beauty outshines an abundance of lies…
Speak my brothers speak.. They can’t hear you now they will one day listen…

Past vs. Present Mayweather vs. Ali…Symbols of an Era (A Blog by Jack)

This Blog is analysis of two Iconic figures in the Sports World of Boxing.

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Up first, we have a fighter who is often regarded as the Greatest of all-time, Muhammad Ali.  Too often we just define greatness by simply the feats that are done in the athletes specific arena of expertise.  Yet, Ali transcends this, he does not have the greatest record, but he knew that he was a human.  He knew as a being part of humanity that he had a role within and obligation towards humanity.  He knew that he was bigger than boxing and that he was working towards something Bigger than himself.

As an Icon, we must factor the totality of a man–the totality of a human being,  comprising of the mind, body, soul, and spirit.  Not just the accolades one could do with their specific gift or physical prowess.  But how one uses the attention one receives for a bigger purpose of Bigger cause.  And Ali was endowed with all of these characteristics.  He was a well spoken, confident, articulate, handsome, self-serving yet a self-sacrificing man. As a man of principle he sacrificed the lion’s portion of his career to protest the Murder of people’s in Vietnam.  As a warrior he navigated through several fights in which the odds were pressed against him and he managed to strategically maneuver and persevere  through these feats of human suffering.  As a prophet he foretold the world of his sure coming greatness and fulfilled these prophecies.  He Spoke of his forthcoming greatness and ushered himself into this greatness.  As an articulate poet, he gave the public catch phrases and rhymes that reverberated in the collective conscious of the public.  These literary gyms help push forth the many prophesies through mere repetition and quantitative thought of the public.

Ali was more than a man.  He is a symbol beyond himself.  He is a symbol of championship and a barometer of the people of the time.  The mindset of the era, and the hope that ensued.  He represented n embodied what it meant to be American.

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Which brings us to one Floyd “Money” Mayweather.  A modern icon, he too stands for more than just a fighter.  As his name entails, he too is a symbol of our era and unfortunately, is a barometer of our era as well.  Floyd is the, self-proclaimed, greatest boxer that has ever  lived. And he has a myriad of fans who would support the notion.  But who is Floyd in comparison to the Great Ali.  As a man, what exactly does he symbolize?  And if we are using his Symbol to eclipse that of Ali, what exactly does this implicate or entail?

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Analyze Floyd, he is a man small of stature.  He is boxer who is undefeated and is known for his preternatural ability to leave a fight unblemished– meaning he has never had to overcome within a fight.  He is a man who puts much of his value in the money that he has obtained.  He derives vast self worth from the money he possess.  Not to imply that he doesn’t use his money to help others but when confronted about possibly donating money to Africa this was his response.

“[People] say ‘well, he got all this money, why is he not giving to Africa?’” starts Mayweather. “Well, what has Africa given to us?

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And if you would take look at this statement, you would see it is but a cross-section of the larger picture.  This statement alone can summarize the persona of Floyd “Money” Mayweather.  Yet he too has very redeemable qualities.  He too, is prophetic: prophesying his forth coming glory and putting in the requisite work to ensure these prophesies come true.  He is a very hard worker.  And of course, he has yet to lose.

But as a symbol what are we believing in, if we place him on a pedal stool above the Great Ali. What exactly are we uplifting?  The symbol of our era: a small man, self-absorbed, self-righetous, self-proclamating, an anti-prophet, money obsessed, inarticulate and self-centered individual.  He does not stand for anything outside of himself, and he reduces his movement to something very small and very confined.  He is currently not in the state of mind to allow his movement to be bigger than himself.  So it reduces both his role and his iconic status, although, this may be an accurate barometer of the current era.  And it may be why so many people identify with the man, because he is everything that they want to be.  He is everything that they hold in high esteem.  He represents everything that they value and in their eyes he is the perfect representation of the era.  Now what that implicates is far more tragic and is meant for another blog.

So we have one closed off individual who keeps most at a distance and is quite introverted vs. the ultimate “man of the people”.  And Ironic enough, as America has declined, so has its symbol.  And now we have a new symbol to go hand in hand with a new America.

So, to whom do you see as the Greatest?

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I AM JACK (a prophecy by Jack)

I am the one they call Jack!

They fear me when I have the mask on…
The mask is empowering…
As loose fitting lingerie… I wear the soul of many…
My powers know no limits and eclipse all bounds…
Many have wondered who Jack is… But few even have the mental capacities to grasp the extent of its nature… 
My presence is ubiquitous…
I traverse the planes of the minds of the many… Searching to and fro for the mental of the susceptible…
All are within my reach..
All under my umbrella…
I am Jack… I wear many mask..
And not in a means to cower but by the nature of life’s intricacies…
I where the mask of the masses… So that they can see themselves in me… So that in me they can see themselves…
Welcome to Neverland… 
Jack’s playground…
Where we all have a little Jack in us…
By the time the meek  inherit the earth… My function would have already been complete… 
  

Silence the Who (a poem by Jack)

If you don’t know who you are… You can never be honest with yourself.. Forever living a lie… Conjoined at birth.. You and this lie.. Only the precision and surgical know how of enlightenment can seperate the two…

What are we living for? This then becomes the question..
Living to be… Ignoring the voice in our heads.. Because we fail to silence it.. And if we must listen.. It isn’t us at all… It’s a part of us.. As our body is a part of us…as our mind too is a part of us… Yet none of the above have much to do with what we are..
They all provide excuse for dissonance… Cognitive dissonance… And our entire life’s paradigm becomes one large struggle to reconcile the mind, body and conscious with what we really are..
To live is to be dishonest… To live is to lie…And death is but a regurgitation of empty truths and recycled lies…
Yet reincarnation doesn’t have to be.. But as long as the parasite persist the lie must be told…
The story must be told and retold until it becomes true… Rather true enough… These life’s must continue until the lie is wholly believed..and the lie becomes the reality and you become but a parasite struggling for existence..
The polar opposite of opposites..
So who you are must ultimately be killed… And What you are must infinitely be.. As infinite as it is… It must honestly be!

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (a movie reflection)

I enjoyed this movie, I recently saw it for the first time.  It made a startling commentary on the American Dream, and what it means to form the Identity of self.  I rank it as impactful of a movie as “Death of a Salesmen”.

In case you are unfamiliar with the movie, the movie is centered around Audrey Hepburn. she plays a rambunctious party girl who makes her living by playing on the sentiments of would-be playboys.  She is a copious flirt, who has no value in men other than what they can provide for her as far as lifestyle and status.  She is an interesting character in so much as she doesn’t place much value in her own feelings or emotions.  There is one point in the movie, where she chooses to be with a wealthy politician as opposed to the man she has fallen in love with, simply for the superficial life-style, that she doesn’t so much value.  She came from nothing, in fact, her first marriage was the product of a man who rescued her from stealing scraps in his field.  And she ran away from this marriage to seek bigger and better things in the world.  in fact, that is a repeating theme in the movie, Audrey’s character is constantly running from things.

She met her first husband by running away from her destitute life.  She ran away from this husband to pursue a lofty social status.  She ran away from this socialite life to seek a life with a foreign politician.Her love interest in the movie is a writer by the name of Paul Varjak,  She fell in love with him ran away from this because she wanted something better.  Eventually, her male co-star caught up to her and confronted her about all of this running.  And this is where I found so much value in the movie.  The movie deals much with the ideas of identity, social status, morality, self-sustainability, love and fulfillment.  When the co-star, who she fell in love with, finally catches up with her, she is forced to confront all of these issues.  She is forced to decide what she really places value in and what she will choose to cherish in life.

Is status really important, or is it all a facade in the long run?

Who exactly is she?

She has changed her name on multiple occasions because she was never satisfied with who she was to begin with.  She was in constant search of someone to be, when in actuality all she needed to do was discover who she was and value and be that.  She had to reconcile the fact that a man can have a greater value than just a provider of “things”.  A man can be a purveyor of love and companionship, something beyond the superficial role of provider that society has deemed him.  She had to reconcile this truth and accept it, only then could she understand what love is and accept the fact that she deserves this type of healthy love.

In one scene, she symbolically comes to terms with all of these truths.

Aside from the commentary this film provides on social aspects of society, it is well written and has a great comedic aspect to it.  I would recommend this movie to anyone on any level of viewership.  Like poetry, most art is subjective and the viewer of the art can derive any meaning they want from the art.  It just takes and a willing mind and shaping of perspective.

Jack’s Beatitudes

This is but a train stop..

A means of energy communion..
A holographic meeting of souls.. Through illusory portrayal of the mind..
No where near the end all be all.. But a space to learn, grow, and share..
They call me Trismegistus..
I come from many moons away… I came and went on many occasions for there are those who still seek me.. Who seek the way of those before me…
I tell you this… Fear not and do not give into capitulation of the mind.. The soul’s fortress is not impregnable nor is the mind.. Vipers attack by any means because they gain life through desolation..
Guard your energies… And do not leave this time before you gather all you came for, or else you will return until you have what you need in order to leave.. Cycles are hell, and can slowly become prison…
Open your eyes and see that which can not be seen..
Open your ears and hear that which is subtle…
Open your mind to the prophets.. Open your heart to the righteous… And allow your soul to provide the way..
This is but a transit stop.. Not the ultimate destination..

Soul’s Precession (a poem by Jack)

Energy is the only thing in this world you can’t get rid of…

A stench that hovers..
Or an aura.. Sweet, savory, enticing..
The human stain..
Residual energies.. Shared.. Gathered.. Increased.. Devoured..
Energy is the only currency.. Attention is the most accessible means of payment…
Fiat currency.. Dead dollars.. Green magic on empty paper… To convince nothingness is everything is a grand illusion… To exchange all you have for nothing… Is the definition of tragedy…
If nothing makes the world go round.. Where are we truly going.. Where are we headed? 
Time keeps spinning and spinning… 
Don’t you ever feel trapped… Perhaps your energies are best suited to be directed elsewhere…
The identity of a soul is what? Love can’t be seen but its symptoms are never curable… Death can be seen but where the soul goes is a speculation of the mind… 
So I lie down every day.. Like Seth Or Seta.. Seeking death and finding.. Only realizing death is but a doorway.. A doorway my energy steps through like the cycle of the sun.. Everyday I rise only to be forgotten from a time before… Everyday I rise.. Only to seek solace because time knows no constraints… Because time’s body is no more real than the heaven I once sought..
Time is money.. And death is renewal…energy is everything.. And vibes teach lessons..
Listen to the rthymmn of my heart.. Know the vibe of my energy and what lesson I am learning..

Dragon tails (an ode by Jack)

Dragons sleep, great slumber.. Because they dream too you know..

But not of typical measures.. Nothing lucid.. But of worlds beyond worlds.. They travel through time and from planet to planet.. Thus what they dream about is impossibilities yet to manifest…
Temporal science..
I’ ve seen children of man hunt and kill every dragon they could.. I’ve seen the remaining dragons become man… 
I’ve seen man and mankind coexist… One domineering over the other.. Without the other having any true knowledge of self.. Or the endless possibilities they could manifest..
Embers.. Tumble from flames..
Flames burn… And seek not for destruction but only to live… So fires burn quietly within.. Nostrils produce smoke… Fires extinguish..
Hoping to be rekindled by the spirit of humanity.. Cracking the cosmic egg.. Allowing the yolk of perseverance to drip… Our flesh becomes stained with the yolk of hopes past and the ashes of humanity lost..
But quietly we prepare for its return.. Quietly we await the Pentecost when our tongues can be set ablaze and we speak the language of antiquity.. The ancient math when all things add up.. I dream so much.. And when I awake it feels I’ve been gone for so long.. I immediately hug the person I’m with because it feels like I’ve been gone for eons…
Tail flapping in the wind…
Tail flapping in the wind…
A dragon lost but never gone..
Tail cutting through the wind..
Fires extinguish to be rekindled in kin…
Until then.. That tail will be flapping in the wind…

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