根(prod. by m/ c0s1d0)

written by stranded and om

performed by stranded


[anything between "::" was either literally written by om......or evolved from something she wrote or from her herself in some way]



prod. by m/ c0s1d0




who goes there???

::all indigo and bone::

her soul’s rare
she could be on a FIRE planet
and there’d be a cold air
the expressed tone
of the resplendent
dynamism that om wears
a majestic glow
somehow hidden
from most stares
it’s despicable
how SUCH a vision
is ingested almost NOWHERE
but don’t be so impatient
there’s NO weight
that the pendulum WON’T bear

the glint of an unknown glare
will find its place
despite the time it takes
it will ply its way
to the other side of space
where most certainly
the most discerning of eyes
awaits
and the wolfish thirst
of such ojos
exerts a SUBLIME EMBRACE

PEACE!!!
to the existence
of magnificence
so masterful
i give being permitted
to witness such creatures
my utmost gratitude
i walk
into a vertically established
pelagic pool
any time i imagine a world
that flourishes fast
aloof
the casual realization
of holographic roots

concretized
by the time they mature
and amass their fruit

two serpents
in a circuitous
chiropractic loop
a metaphor
symbolizing a frequency’s rise
to a pyroclastic roof
love is a language
spoken with monosyllabic use
that
somehow
achieves the ultimate
polysyntactic truth
depth
that would surpass
cascading black holes
inflating
a flame
that burns more sure
than that
of ALL the souls in hades
the perpetual path
of gas
that clouds amass
inhaling
their showers BACK
from what’s corroding
on the ground
when acid raining

my origin is in the stars
brit marling eye philosopher
::women of the occult::
my sky is made of gossamer
although
insubstantiality
is NOT what EYE observe

i sit still
on a spiraling earth
not quite inert
FURTHER into a sea
of which
i cannot usurp
no matter how much i drink
i could never satisfy my thirst

what pretty creatures coil
in the soil of pain
the infinity that stirs
in an arboreal grave
an enduring
harlequin voice ascends
from its immortal remains
its endless
iridescent whispers
whip my forest ablaze

hongo sagrado
::white shadows:
voices or birds?::

both ignite a vast glow
that’s warm to discern

i spiral
through a convoluted vortical worm
only to be
at its point of origin
once i emerge

the aura
of an ouroboros sun
doesn’t blur

it radiates
more than it burns
splays undeterred

my darkness grows
parts unknown

but
my heart’s the glow
for
who else will light the way
one shadowalks alone
::sail the spiral
naturally::
don’t resist the descent

go inside yourself
with optimistic intent

survey your dream realm
wander conscious within

::symbolic psychomagick
argot-cryptic imprints::

a solemn mystic’s lens squints
what does it see

whatever lies within his heart

what does it seek

nothing in particular
it hunts on instinct
HIS god
is ALL that holds significance
the blood that it drinks

all the things
that matter most to him
that course through his veins
his foremost gratitude is shown
in hail
sun
snow
and rain

::annotated resonance

mantric halo specialist
his love
ROUTINELY expands
in waves of relevance::

a walk in the cold
an autumn stroll
as his heart unfolds
sometimes
envelopes are required
where his tsuanamis go

::elements of fire

smoke can’t filter everything
remarkable aspects
see themselves revealed
through every strain
a band plays in a room
located on a moon
rotating a cocoon
of a plant
pacing its bloom::

uzumaki gold
evolution
fibonacci code
my treasured truth
bestowed
by psilocybin interlocking souls
eventful horizon
the point at which
worlds begin colliding
however
it’s less of a collision
more gentle bonding
ever since they were tied
she’s been trying to winterize him
prepare him for a cold
HE’S always KNOWN
would NOT exist inside him
for
she provides a warmth
ignites a torch
so bright
that it should blind him
but that’s alright
you see much more
when you pinch your eyelids

such vivid silence
is the premise
for a mystic’s guidance
i walk into the jaws
of dim tomorrows
with strict defiance

all the wishes EYE make
are reserved for someone else

EYE don’t wish
for ANYTHING
that would only serve myself

i will never long
to receive a gain
that results
in someone else
suffering some sort of loss
in the exchange
when there are others
that are involved
and that’s how
you go about getting what you want
it wipes the magick off

i’d rather be deprived
if that’s the cost
if you think that’s fine
then you imagine wrong

and don’t realize
how wack you are

perpetuation
of behavior
of a typical human
::the sacrificial nature
of the alchemy forsaken
as they surrender their blueprint
and slip into a progressively
disorienting illusion

EYE prefer
to be immersed
in an exemplary trueness
in the heart
of which
all of sacred geomtree’s root is

a metaphor
for nature constantly blooming
molecules
shaping things
by innately spiraling to them

sorcerers procure
what they wish to accrue
through the power
of intent and confusion
i myself was charged
by sigils
upon the eyes
of a contemporary mutant
providing ME with vision
that presents
a more considerable future::
i’m APPRECIATIVE
of the gifts GIVEN
by these wizardry users