My name

My name Δ  An echo… Through the depths of his eyes. Hope will last eternity ∞ Or is it that which is disease? JAZ a murmured SHOCK ♥ People scattering as if a flock…. Glossy tear dropped eyes reflect… Against the pain in mind. †HELL† called out to her. It is only grief… and the utmost pain I have stirred. Good morning fire sparking off into her skin… Leaving burnt marks scattered across my nose and chin. A black rose. A chilling silence. As awkward wind blows… A knock on his window.. Eyes fluttering twice.. A (single) black tear falls from the pupil of his eye ♥ My name JAZ a whispered murmur through the crowd ♥ My name JAZ a whispered murmur growing LOUD.

Author: JAZ

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How united are we?

Are any of you out their aware that the us government during hurricane Katrina locked away the prisoners in the prison? Reread that sentence if you need to. By the end of this post you will reread in sadness, anger and disbelief. My intention is not to stir anger. Ever. It’s to wake you up to consciousness.

So again, I say to you. These inmates were locked in their cells. Days prior to this catastrophe ALL televisions’ were removed. ALL radios were removed. ALL inmates were locked in their cells. ALL guards, warden and staff LEFT. Consciously Left these humans to die. While they (the halves) went home to secure the lives of their families, themselves, their animals, their home (material item) These inmates you may be thinking well.. They should have not got in trouble. Well.. To you I say. Not all prisoners/inmates/incarcerated humans are guilty and these in particular individuals were jailed for as minor as a traffic infraction. Misdemeanors. Were not talking death row. Which brings me to what if they were. Is it okay to let our fellow humans die? Rot? To judge, pass judgments. No, it is not. Don’t worry. That is a topic that will not be forgotten on my watch.

Good morning sunshine!

How did you sleep last night? Can I get you a cup of coffee? Perhaps a little tea? Starting my day off on a positive note is crucial to how the rest of my day usually turns out. Let our days be filled with greatness and our hearts filled with love. Have a blessed day ♥

Priceless

Dont take her kindness for weakness. That’s the worst thing you can do to someone you love. She put you above all else. Imprisoned in-house. Now that hair has began to gray. Subtle signs of unsuretys if he wished he’d chosen another way. Or will he weather this storm and protect the still unsealed cracks in the astronomical amount of foundation already laid. Ignorance is bliss. Some say. What’s this about God? Reflection in mirror this representation of my soulistic precious guarded interior. The beauty of a tear. drop… Stop! this madness. Insanity. No sadness. You desire a dime. Yet you have a quarter. A vision of beauty. A rare mix of DNA from every border. Do I follow these signs you consistently show? Or do I obsess over google earth at all the endless open space and windy roads? Poverty brought me possibilities of visions and dreams coded in only ways available for me to see. It’s completely your choice to join me. Let me show you me. Please allow me, take a breath. Want to know me? You always showin me. Are you seein me? Just doin me? Or are you just doin you? So, many years in living soul-y for you ♥  

I miss myself you sea. The yearning has turned to pain and this river of mine runs deep. I’ve always played for keeps. A hold card of suits keeps me a float. Steady on my feet. I used to ask where she went. She’s been here all along… Time bent ∞ An infinite soul. Stages, Places and Time all an internal perception individually to each mind. Just as beauty…  What is it truly? God has blessed me with more than most. I’m on overflow and he’s been with me now so long his personal perception is telling his mind that maybe… I’ve let myself go in retrospect. Just remind yourself my finger holds no shadow creating that magical programmed completion glow. Luckily my system has been updated, upgraded. Hacked into an impressive network with memory capabilities connecting with you compatibility aesthetically astounding this priceless creation is not just for show.  All systems stay ready and programmed to go. I prefer Euros £ 

© memoirs of a mastermind 2010

Broken heart

I wait in my car. Heated leather seats. Purebred 1000+ plus dog in my passenger seat. Sky roof.. nice gentle breeze. I can’t help but feeling three eyes gazing at me. I glance back making sure not to stare. This man lying in the grass. Peace & freedom line his face. Nowhere to be. Nowhere to go. Just one old plastic bag in stow. I look again this time a little harder.. I can’t help but stare as he appears unaware. All alone.. Under this tree. Feelings and emotions fluttering inside of me. Salt & Pepper stringy hair. Cowboy boots must be as old as him. As the soles are gone and what’s left of them wearing thin. I will not cry. This man gives me strength. I love this man. Yet, I know nothing of him.

An angel maybe •Absolutely a possibility. Through his eyes lye another world. Where is this man? What conversation is playing in his head? Tonight when I go to sleep in my warm bed. I will pray for this man. I ask that you join me and do the same.

It stats with you.

I get out of my car. Looking effortlessly cute today. This man sees me approaching.. clearly neither knows what to say…. only God could have put these extra flip-flops in my trunk. He does not want them. Thank you anyway. I force myself to continue to say.. I know looks can be deceiving .. But, when I say I understand I truly do. You see my heart is broken and you have inspired me just by being you. So brother of mine. Possibly from another life time. I’ll set these right here and here is  a few dollars to buy yourself a meal. God Bless is all I can say. This man is shaking before my eyes. DO NOT CRY ∞ DO NOT CRY I say to myself.

He smiles as big as he can still shaking shoes by his side, money in hand. Lord this is a good man. I do not know your future plan. Or even understand the current. But.. I just pray that he will be blessed with happiness as great as his smile was for me.

Hold Card

Now that I have your attention. Where am I taking you?

Life in the fast lane. Oh how fast life has been. So many people. So many feelings. So little time. So much grief, frustration loss of patience. Never truly opened up. Anxiety over tapped telephone lines, constantly gauging danger signs. Unending un-understanding turns to painful cries. A day in my life most will not be able to comprehend the madness that rushes from my heart computing to my brain the numbing pain of understanding the insanity of this life game.  Lets talk, communicate, breathe speaking freely, truthfully and openly about love, (always love) food, life choices, being lost & being found, the rollercoaster ups & downs, sleeplessness, the government, GOD, DNA, hunger, astrology, books, animals, music, art, films, fonts, raves, rants, jeans, cars, the value of a laugh. You get the point. We can talk about what ever you want. You can ask me just about anything.. Really. My life experiences have taken me places you would never believe. That’s why I’m going to give you the pleasure of painting you a portrait with whispers of words and tantalizing tidbits of richly intense never sugar-coated memoirs of how you continue to grow and shine and blossom into a resilient armor that’s always been there i just never slowed down and trusted myself to see what was so vividly shielding me/my life.

Welcome to the art of love. There are rules of engagement that are serious as a human life. Listen. Ask questions. Know your position. Take direction. Stay in your lane. A lost art. With each new chapter you too can master your mind.

Step One: Mind=Kind. Kindness should be second nature. Being kind does not remove your edge. It is your edge. ♦