7 11 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 46 – Power Hour

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11
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 46 – Power Hour

———

“Nothing can substitute for just plain hard work.
I had to put in the time to get back.
And it was a grind.”

Andre Agassi

———

went to see the psychic
to get a word
on facing future
but psychic was on celly
(seemed long distance)
def important.

so booked it
through nyc avenues,
as pondering on exacting a design for

Creative Commons
/
Open Source
/
Conscious Capitalism Creation

and in such a way that
promote the creator of a community
4 the infinity + beyond

envision a Kickstarter
happening at the Individual Level —
w/ virtually no middle man,
where the people within their niche
create + sponsor one another’s work —
all of which is designed to be Creative Commons Licensed
(not opposed to, but rather than - Copyright)
hence sponsor further Creation.

in terms of writing,
this is about creating a ‘Creative Commons’ World
where any writer can stage their story.

envision a WWW for Storytelling…

should have a better idea on this
in terms of direction
come Summer Swing
(btw when that?)
up til then -
beta model on display
@ universe.blondyn.com -
as
presence
of life ∞ love
strike
flint + steel
ignite
spark + fire
over over over
yet again
new beginning
until lighting that
beam via Direction w/ realtime lights camera action
to come through to u
like something 4ever in bloom

o p.s. —

psychic —
if u meta-'llumined 'nough to dig —
let’s u + i get back stat to facing future —

blondyn

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6 13 2015 - life 25 love - starry night

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life 25 love

starry night

———

“Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore…”

Dorothy

———


hey…
u made it.
what,
surprised?
come here then
‘n don’t wait.
stars and aurora on all night,
but for time being,
jetstream strong right here.
want u2get aligned
with a good feel on it.

well come now, kid—
don’t make him stomp—
climb up them cloud fluffs with hustle like 'can’t wait.’
work it, babe.
all the way up.
right beside me.
closer yet.
now.

count of three,
gonna swing you right in front me here,
hold you in place a sec.
til i sense u poised—
want some time to think on it?
good then—
3
2
1

whoosh

yeah.
so said it for sound effect,
u feel it, tho,right?
okay to let go?
i’ll hold another sec.
takes a minute to get centered
blows steady by pulse, yes?
lean in.
right like that.
3
2
1
you’re doing it.
holding your own, now.
ya proud,
but really take it in—
starry night by borealis—
aurora by milky way-light—
carving evening darkness
as tho only to get through to u.

and how it be like it?
strangely new?
windy ordinary?
lots of ways to see by this view.
and with earth down there
and space up beyond…
well…
even more curious to imagine
what perspective to hold on most true.
think long as we’re mindful/heartfelt,
we’ll do well
to create,
make a memory,
fly yon.

so ready?
well c'mon,
can’t post here all night—
high time to ride for dawn,
fly by streamline
via new discovery color / form we’re to face.
everything forever coming and going anyway, right?
and with arrival,
most exciting,
well what’s there to explain?

let’s one another together
ride this string of starry night
to natural rhythm
of
life ∞ love
like

whoosh

blondyn

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6 7 2015 - Chapter 19 - To The Sun

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7
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Chapter 19

To The Sun

———

“Remember, kid, there’s heroes and there’s legends. Heroes get remembered, but legends never die. Follow your heart, kid, and you’ll never go wrong.”

- The Babe, Sandlot.

———

blondyn was lost—
FREAKSHOW lash’d cost—
motley interaction had induced scintillating reaction—

“fever.”

the neon peak’d in Central Park,
dropped him upon a rock,
where he fought to focus
sunshine wholesomeness
unto the tumultuous oceanness
of his rainy blue mood.

how one to tune a heart-beat most true?
did you somewhere go wrong?
part of carrying the Cross learning on how to?
what it take to derive/contribute Absolute Value?
and how you define?
and what talent you prize?
and where the Light of Self-Realized Fitness connect reality to—

“presence…”

the Word hit like hallelujah;
not the answer—
but a Way to it.

so where we at babe?—
how our movement provin?
what qualify one for Compelling Future?

“touch the world—”

fab—get to it

“how tho how?”

Perpetual Doing

to start—

1.purify mind heart spirit…
2.align value via vision…
3.focus hone destiny…

“so what’s our Plan, Babe?”




blondyn




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6 5 2015 - Chapter 18 - Fly Visionary Fly

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Chapter 18

Fly Visionary Fly

———

“Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water.”

—Bruce Lee

———


—type type type—

and cut!—that’s a draft.

blondyn collapsed across grassy hilltop like love at last…

lower back—panging.
hyper-extended Achilles—refraining.
leg muscles—tightening, aka, threatening cramps / requesting additional high-voltage post-run stretching.

meanwhile,
blondyn lost
to something like sanctity.

don’t think, he thought.
take 5, he added—
5 minutes to just breath & let the skin sip Sun inside ya…

just then,
a kite swing into sight above.

under weight of the sun,
blondyn turned head.

a girl.
6 or 7?
one-handed + high-flying her kite like newborn natural.

“musta up'n jumped the cradle…”

so get the shot!

blondyn oust’d iPhone—
swiped / framed shot—
girl / kite—bottom left—
freedom tower—top right—
click!
snap!
flash!
and the youth fall back beneath a draft of seeds breezy ‘bove he.

“and just how long can one keep up this exactly?”

thought beckoned—

see those?
seeds of nyc—
stories to be sown & grown unto the dream of truth / beauty.

“okie.”

now if you’re mindful, hearty, moving
some those seeds may bloom way to blondy,
'kay?

“okie.”

remember, babe—
one day, sunset;
til then, sunrise—
so ride & write & ride it high
imaginary blessings happen all ways—
(fly visionary fly)

as watching on the seeds
& the kite swinging in + out the scene—
he reflected on what it all could possibly mean—

blondyn

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5 30 2015 - Chapter 12 - ABC

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Chapter 12

ABC

steps forth—
swings door—
joy of children harmonies across him!

"Ba ba ba ba ba ba

Da da da da da da

You went to school to learn girl,

Things you never-never knew before...“

and its 11-year-old Michael Jackson—
singing out the speakerboxx cloud
@ Gotham West Market
with that voice that ring like Golden Child

meanwhile
blondyn got that
nyc move-it-or-lose-it pep to his step
preparing to explode in on the CopyDesk—

-backpack's whipped 'round
-chromebook flipped out
-system opened, revved, processing like—

vrroom-rooom! — beep!

he zoomed in on his
OS To-Do List
to groom the readiness of his function—

“for real?...”

he subconsciously bit his lower lip.

“look at all this to-do ness...”

to-do ness:

-write
-write 
-write

routine was nothing out the ordinary,
but with the dream from chapter 7
( blondyn.com )
came new priority—flash journalism story—
and seeing as the real-time medium
appeared insistent upon a writing methodology paradigm shift,
blondyn was caught,
questioning everything.

“and where a cat to start...?” he frazzled, “and what a dog got to do?” he fdazzled, “and how a bee get to humming in on the honey-value most true?”

“It's easy as ABC.”

“c'mon, Michael.”

“It's easy as 123.”

“Michael, please.”

“It's simple as Do-Re-Mi,

ABC,

123,

Baby, you and me, girl.”

“alright you win,” said blondyn, “we'll just dive in.”

and with the PYT
vibing through his CNS,
blondyn was just about to play a number of his own—

when his Main-Man
—Namaste—
rolled up beside him

- blondyn

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