boltsofire[hangherinthesky](prod. by the hypnotist)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  silntz


prod. by the hypnotist



silntz + stranded = oscillating/hyper-clouds



note:  title of track does NOT contain a typo




they excited him

and we too had a relationship
tight wires between us
pegs too deep to uproot
and a mind like a ring

shut on some quick thing
the constriction killing me also

the child’s cry
melts in the wall
and i am the arrow
igniting its carbon monoxide
by eyes dulled to a halt


how they awaited him
those little deaths



verse 1: [stranded]


in a nebulous mirage
subsists a goddess
of ebullient truth
what i behold in my eye
is the embodiment of beautiful
[body of light]-gaze
divine nature
the only moon i view
powerful angelic magick
teems in a soul
and illumes a fuse
a flower blooms from akashic
hexagonal fluid swoops
an alchemical egg
that hatches
a seed that grows into a fruit
camouflaged
on a sacred branch
of a geometree
that the roots produced
an owl looms
contemplating fantasies
comprised of doom and gloom
bound in a loop
trapped
in the confines
of a private hula hoop
the disorienting nature
of a bite
that consumes its tooths

dizzied by tranquility
bewildered by the existence
of such innocence
for infinity

how can love
so unremittingly pour
from JUST ONE entity
admittedly
it would be difficult
for the subject
to endure the influx
of that roaring energy
ALMOST as difficult
as absorbing the stimulant for it
that’s pouring into me
a paradoxic sensation
as exhausting as it is to inhale it
it ALSO strengthens
when you are enamored
by something so abstruse
your heart becomes glossolalic
and talks in a language
that is so old
that it predates ALL that is ancient
in that
the words it speaks
are spoken at their dawn of creation
they didn’t exist
prior to being sprawled
as they evolved
from the mouth of your experience’s solid foundation
not unlike clarity’s sublime inflation
that takes place
after nodding off and waking
the blossoming nature of pollen
provided by innate cognitive stamen
and a pistil that swallows
rather than fires projectiles
embracing

their combined summation
arrowing toward
something verily divine and sacred
synchronized -halation
these bonds are covalent
the sharing of your very souls
honor-dilation
the reflection of something
so far and deep inside
that you need to acknowledge the significance
of what you see on the other side
when you face it
many times
such a witness decides
to hide or try to escape it
so frightened
by what their eyes imbibe
as they’re shown
what is seen below the surface
known to observers
who don’t inquire
beyond what is provided to laymen
she’s too familiar with the poignant plague
of an undiscerning gaze
to accept the existence of a passenger
who’s more than happy
to explore her maze
not because he wants to escape
but in fact
because actually
he wants to REMAIN
enthusiastic
to be hurled
in the spectacular swirling flames
of her massive auric blaze
to learn what matters most to her
and support its reign
rather than
for the purpose to obtain
what it is
that he himself
may want to gain

the objective
is to inundate her
with an innate grin
that will never fade
from the face of the planet
on which
the emocean exists
in which
she has occasion to swim

a world
upon which
he only wishes to stimulate
a favorable shape to descend
he is not the blacksmith
just flames
that allow the metal
she wishes to change
to be bent
what is forged in this hearth
is only determined
by her own personal dedication and strength

he’s just there to encourage her transformation
fanning the flames of her aura
until what was formerly latent
is dense
one small step for man
with the impact of a planet cratered with dents
a flower inflates from her crown
a thousand petals commence

her moonbeams move my sea
the gravitation’s intense
it’s lunacy
beautifully imbalanced
by the counterweight of a glimpse
consumed beneath
a smile strangles me
as i drown voluntarily
in her halo’s ascent

killer love
fills my lungs
this is how you survey
a dark corner of space
and build a sun
such polarity
is the only comparison
for what i will become




verse 2: [silntz]

an effulgent muse
elegant hue
benevolent
lest she manifest the reticent truth
of the fettering
dimethyltryptamenacing noose
the ever present vengeance
of senescent death
edges into view
the bearer of tombs
underneath her flesh's delicate roots

the plaintive dawn
awaits the tainted
scarred
goddess of hatred's spawn
a promise to ablate the storm
delayed
to embrace the bliss
of pain and wroth

her grace is born
cradled under faceless arms
elation
drawn from brains
marred from fumigation
of opiated fog

the length it takes
to permeate her form
is nothing more
than the rate
a horde of locust swarms
saturates a plain
lions gaze
and approbates their fall

from dusk til dawn
she spawns in illustrious forms
from dust and beyond
she’s cusped in the arm
and drawn to the touch of chaitanya

but the stasis she longs
isn’t made by a one thousand aged epoch
meditation phenom
but the waste of a solitary grave
which veins
venom-laced
wage endogenous jihad

a latent array of faces
a variegated halo'd angel
strangled
suffocated exacerbation
by a lack of innervations
that stimulate patterns
of ventilating inhalations

the praxis
she basks in parallaxes
the gravity of actions
she's enacted the manic laughter
of masked men
as she's half-bent
a pageant of death
the circle of ash
from the orphan's basket

the gorgons glances
captures her forfeited attraction
her dance thwarted
by her own hands
romancing nomads
the snow sands
draft through her nose
as her soul abandons her
on a sworded shore strand

below a sky of glass
she roams
cast aside
she's thrown out to die
she moans for guidance
from the only light she knows
the night collided
with a nameless silence

but this hellkite
is a rare sight in a cloudless sky
she stares
for all that she bears
the plight tears
behind the pillion of her night's mare
she rides ne'er
confiding in her sight's glare

EYE wish to hang her
where the horizon sears
with chemical fire snares
her iris peers my violet tears
as i lie beside this sublime wight
defied by an ire
misguided to her demise
my highness dear

so
to the gallows EYE walk
with a host of shadow stalks
stirs the archers’ arrows knocked
with a feral mock
i come to see her undeserved
a shallow blur under the grasp of want