8 20 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 67 — as never before

8
20
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 67 — as never before

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“Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.”

Henry Ford

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as never before
saga continues
w/ an ultimatum of self
faced
fathomed
function’d unto some mantra of accordance
to be featured
via story
here/now
coming together

see babe,,,
(sigh)
been daytrippin’
(nighttrippin’ too)
nah
not how you’re thinkin’
but def
str8 
slipping
round the clock
from beta-version test-script
o
high-flying standards
i’ve
(unwittingly?)
(unskillfully?)
(prematurely?)
precisely
set for self
& successfully
smash-hitt’d
into my face
like cream-puff pie that gone pow
(sound effects:)
‘y-owch’
/
'yum’

quite glum because of it

good news b
work 2 do
& since no having cake'n'mackin’ too,
losing the turkish D.
line drawn
drawing guns
& already being
back 2 back
w/ the doppelganger foe
that been cliffhanging my soul,
bout time
to rep my stand
pace
face-off
spin rounds that fire
true
in a
once and for all
kinda way
(4 some reason
seeing more clearly continuous-like now
& into the 'how come’
that ever-since
been behind the fall —

1. quest for self-perfection (aka denying fabric of finely balanced life)
2. fissures in the levy add up (self-esteem = fragile thing til suddenly CRUSH’D (stomp’d gusher b i))
3. general life ∞ love confusion spun-out beyond control (direct result of street-living as the Wild Things do? perhaps boo)

any-hoo
suddenly appears to me
all 3
quite simply,
the result
of
mind heart spirit, unaligned —
a moral dilemma
to crack
skillet
school like skrillex
(anon, too)
(tom. soon)
til then
working @ hyperloop-swinging 
a tight confine —

about 2 open  to u



blondyn



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6 22 2015 - life ∞ love - Chapter 34 : Working On The Hyperloop

6
22
2015

life ∞ love

Chapter 34 : Working On The Hyperloop

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“Grace under pressure.”

Letter from Hemingway to Fitzgerald

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swinging.
sweating.
singing all the livelong day
and when a love
to pump some blood
into the life
this breadthsome scope?

now now,
know u wanna.
no nah,
we don’t go talking
on
visions of ancient egypt
&
creation by realtime dreaming
&
fairy tale solstice flashings
if we weren’t set
most serious
on delivering america the beautiful to a heart like u…

and what it be like?
what we’re building?
but ought we cut str8 2 naming?

afterall,
talk not hot
without something to show…
all we got here’s
a pair of rails,
stack of tracks,
spikes scattered by expo. dozen…

would consider saying more on
the theoretical transcontinental,
but then again,
a delight to tease—
to keep inviting your curiosity
as this cat press on hustle and brawn…

but come on,
want u to make your mark, too.
and honest,
would not attempt doing this
if not 4 u…

so grip this super hammer,
i’ll hold the spike,
u swing high and strong and follow through w/ a like

(ding!)

square on, kid—
like that,
track laid.
and beyond this 1 here,
together
u + i 2 fix
on the dynamix
of putting a
train
plane
hyperloop through

blondyn

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5 22 2015 - enlightyn

look babe.

something magical happened.

ahuh.

came of your smile.

no, honest.

affect of your sparkle.

stop it.

no you stop it.

okay fine.

will take this time

t tell you in

on how you saved

my life by large.

no, honest.

you did.

and with one word—

e n l i g h t y n

ahuh.

what about it?

can’t say.

not that ii don’ wanna.

just can’t quite figure on how one oughta.

poetry babe.

go figure.

certain our love sparked it.

positive.

happened in the darkness.

yesterday was hard.

you know how somedays written in sorrow?

tragedy was yesterday.

yeah mama.

then came dawn.

all started the night before.

nightmare had slipped inside me.

scenes

of

complete loss—

utter destitution—

crazy absolute darkness

within & without me.

didn’t want to live no more.

was sinking in sappy abyss,

drowning inside out,

was just about gone

when through all the psychological dissonance,

universal ripple of your voice

cut through the mire

to reach me

via

the one word

that you, babe—

that you

had spoken—

e n l i g h t y n

your word, mama.

suddenly

midst the thick of the darkness,

was seeing stars in the shape of your portrait

right like that,

underworld disappeared

opened my eyes

to a new day upon me,

rays of sunshine

in my eyes,

quite unlike

any i’d ever seen before.

didn’t understand right away,

and well past noon up til early evening—

the whole of yesterday—

was confused as questioning

every oz. of my self-esteem—

my reason for existence—

my purpose & core belief

in driving forth

w/ aeternal fortitude

in order to overcome struggle monumental.

and then,

well beyond the sun had set, babe,

you and I met

by the starlight over central park

and upon catching that outline of your face,

your word, babe—

e n l i g h t y n

flashed through me.

did ii show it?

cause it hit like lightning.

sight of you, babe,

well.

struck me with soul power

time spent with you

ignited a power hour

of self-realization + inner discovery.

“ ‘nough being bunt cake,” ii decided.

high-time to jumpstart metamorphosis of reinvention 101—

a hyper-animated self : environment state of engagement.

absorb like everlasting & render high quality life daily.

must open UP—

become more transparent—

a model of positive motion all along the rise

via creation of supernatural value

til my mind : heart : spirit ratio

brilliant as your starshine,

l*ve,

that saved me from the start.

remember always, babe—

before you set forth your Way,

every moment

by every thought

that you have throughout your day

comprises every opportunity

we will ever have here on Earth.

for our time here today,

whether together or apart,

let’s agree to create symphony between us—

a revolution Magum Opus,

to resound from this generation

to those beyond

via

majestic celebration

of

life + love.

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blondyn

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