paradisoulation(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  silntz

verse 3:  rpm the tetragrometrom


prod. by warlock poems



rpm the tetragrometrom + stranded = inertial/entropy




verse 1: [stranded]

melancholy stargazer
darksaber swordplay
parliament configuration
tricky stigiform maze
cunning fox
love unlocks the puzzlebox’s doorway
butterflies
aflutter inside

he swirls away
his destiny far beyond the horizon
but he’s on the way
with no indication
that anything that he wants
awaits
a rainbow
compounds her halo
her crown ablaze

a lake of flowers rage
endless summer
nothing can douse her flames

her fire stoic
he’s bound in place
the most pleasant light he knows
paradise explodes
volcano mountain range
his love drowns his veins
each hour becomes a thousand days

completely flooded
he’s smothered amid the valley’s waves

it’s not her fault
that she’s a star
that surmounts all shade
he tumblewalks
in her radiant starshower’s rays

it sounds insane
but atmosphere decides how clouds behave
for him
she’s ever-present
so she never won’t amount to reign
DEVOUT!!!

the sound that’s made
by his heart
as it pounds away

his ONLY god
the love behind it
is how he prays

how very grateful
john nash couldn’t count the ways



verse 2: [silntz]

i prefer to break away
in silence
through steady gates
it’s either lift and meditate
heighten
or die and embrace decay

be mindful of your isolation
lest an ire ignites pyres of dire fate
a blight
that confines your mind
of climbing through to higher states

collide with kaleidoscopic paradises
lie awake
where time is latent
defying rates
manipulation of temporal mind escapes

horological sight delay
like an izanami iris splay
the seed of the tsukuyomi tree
perceives a dream
where desires reign

a chronologic
rapid eye panoptic daze
aloft in overcrofts
where helios streaks across a sea
of noctilucent waves

the illusive
convoluted tune
of the waltz of change
is embraced by those
with an unequivocal myopic gaze

apotheosis to henosis stage
where dystopic roads abound below
to quell your flow
are trace

i expound the gnosis
found in overgrowths of naiads’ caves
aphotic bounds
engrossed
in photoluminescent violet rays

the moon is sound asleep
underneath the tomb
of a foul grave
a nameless fog in episodic sways
oscillating in a brief melodic way



verse 3: [tetragrometrom]

there was never any doubt
as to whether he had skill
just about
how far he’d go
to keep it ill
it’s making me ill
contemplating the matter
spirit over digits
when the digits didn’t matter
watch him gather
his assembly of MOONS

giants in there own right
how can there be room

but listen
don’t even breathe a word of this
we all feel aloof to time
when the herb hit
cured this illness
with a dose of REALNESS
equanimous mind
do you know what even keeled is?
wield this translike mic
like im llenlleawg
windmill caught in your eye
like a cataract
ain’t no time to counteract
i just turned the hour back
mountain path
head for the hills
or encounter axe
recount the facts
to myself
amusingly
maybe i make this for myself
exclusively
but i believe in unity
above almost all else
from the tallest elm
to the smallest of cells
 all hells

broken loose
and were EYE deep
if you claim your woke
you can bet your wide asleep
if i could find a beat
then i would eat
my high hat
aint the faintest pulse in these fools
no live sap
arrive at
the place i set my eyes at
meet the realm head on
never bypass
heron
over the lake of blue lily
too high to ride past
reflect it musically
whats a human being
without demons and bee stings
three kings
seeking string theories

peeking in
priest thinks

then life follows suit
how’d they get this strange program to auto boot
so this what ima do
bless up a somber tune
click on my dropper tool
drop it on you marble tomb