Monthly Archives: February 2016

Thought for the Moment {2/29}


“Rare” means, or is like, one (1). So, the value placed in/on “rare” things is justified by the notion that they are exclusive/elusive from mass possession. The ridiculously expensive prices requested or paid for “rare” items are thought to be understood because the desire to acquire or obtain said items is a choice, and truth is that if one can afford to, then one can choose to.

But then this morning I started to think about YOU. And I was wondering if YOU realized that there is only ONE of YOU! YOU are UBER EXCLUSIVE. There will always only be ONE. Do YOU realize how RARE YOU are? Do YOU know how VALUABLE that is? Do YOU KNOW YOUR WORTH? And do YOU realize that YOU get to choose YOUR price!

::whilst staring in mirror::

There is a world that is set on marketing YOU as a product on the assembly line of everything else. But YOU are a CUSTOM version, specially and specifically designed UNIQUE, rather YOU-NIQUE! And guess what, YOU do not have to SELL yourself! No, people will BUY what YOU sell, what YOU say, what YOU select. YOU don’t have to bargain shop, or accept coupons, or sale YOURSELF short! Nope, because there is a market for YOUR Time/Energy/Power/Experience/Words/Thoughts/Story. And YOU have perpetual access to the inventory of YOU!!!!

Diamonds aren’t as rare as YOU!
Truffles aren’t as rare as YOU!
Jordans aren’t as rare as YOU!
Gold isn’t as rare as YOU!
Materials aren’t as rare as YOU!
Time isn’t as rare as YOU!!!

Think about that…

Time isn’t as rare as YOU!

There is a market, and a marketplace for who YOU are… Start doing business!

YOU are a special kind of special, and someone will BUY that!


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers


Threw… [POEM]

ever since its been you,
every sense has been you
i’ve been sent to be sentenced
ever since we’ve been through
so it is with sentiment that i do
situated into the silhouettes
of simple and soon
even sick of it’s true
overwhelmed by the sentry
i’ve yet slipped into subdue
sifted into it’s through
styptic until anew
bound about the sordidness,
so it is in its simplest that i move
a sickness that sits amiss
a well that your healing undo’s
oh well, i am stripped of my shoes
so planted in this sand
i am shifting of shrewd
selling the stock of my value
or else being confused
a doctrine of civilized silliness,
several songs being spewed
we are the sort of subordinate
that sink by the screwed
we sold-out for settling
setting a precedent of sacrilege
eating souls made of stew
saying i don’t for the sake,
so that i don’t shake saying, “i do”

… ever since its been you,
every sense has been you
i’ve been sent to be sentenced
ever since we’ve been through.


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers