Thursday, November 1, 2018

hislinguisticepiphanies(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by lost soul



wings flap hopelessly
in a chasm of loneliness
there’s even the absence of ghostliness

banished
i don’t exist
i collapse into smoke
the soluble ash
of a galapagos abyss
when humans approach
the animals are cold
relaxed and motionless
rainbow swimming lizards
dimly shimmer
in a futuristic shade
inviolable to danger
my doppelgänger is an empty grave
in the oasis realm
of this dragon’s lair
is the lasting stare
of empty eyes
that inhabit the air
i improvise
as i clash with despair
trapped in the confines
of a sylphine cache of nightmares
emphatic light GLARES
for
being the most honorable
of life’s wares
shadows fight fair
they allow what there is to ignite
to present a bright flare

being active
when the moon reigns
doesn’t exactly denote
a patently consumed flame
for
a shadow can move
and allow the light
absent
to bloom
into a roaring flower
with a huge mane
and a shower of truth
somehow shouts in a mute blaze

peace to jamar

and for the beat from allah
mere sparks
can steer the heart
of a deep dark beast to a star
make the shades on your soul
that are so frequently drawn
go from being open for a peek
to COMPLETELY ajar
for those who provide warmth
i APPRECIATE y’all
for
while i am most comfortable in the cold
there are times
when i need a break
to be thawed
to leave the shade
to briefly bathe in the dawn
for
a sibling orphan
is a source of strength for the strong







6 comments:

  1. After that There should be no words written to say
    That it must be unforgotten let none else in and wait
    Until it remains
    To go through something similiar but given a different aim
    Where instead of a risk of quick decay its a brilliant display of wisdom, a simple change once you intake.
    A gift you gave to open the self will to save oneself, the hearing of one whisper you escape the violent beating of getting jumped into a gang
    A gang of dopplegangers who lost all anger and need yours to continue today
    If waiting for an other to die is their faith
    My instincts is how long does this take
    Getting pulled into a unending decision unmade
    Kids afraid to leave the dark or they will see depth of dim shade
    From whence the came from
    As if....

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  2. Lest you need a Muslims bosom because maybe you live
    In a giant boot but hey the shoe fits

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  3. What you doing in a Giants boot kid
    What if it's foot slips in
    Interview you in hopes youve got the old sword that's too huge to grip
    Put the big hilt underneath the living room with
    coats and jackets hanging on it the brute'll miss
    Another hero tale in time to revive a heathen with amusement.....

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  5. que buen trip traen karnal

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