hierophantomz(prod. by the peacekeypers)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by the peacekeypers



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy




verse 1:  [brown robe]

in my cathedra
combinessence
what he truly sees

the spell shattered
all these words
keep falling into me

my star elixir of the soul
unfroze the picture codes
to be unrolled
say your peace
it can’t be untold
subtle body chisel smith
build angelic forces with
often in his loftiness
they saw him in his cosmic shift
consciousness exists
in a foreshadowed hiraeth
what once was
is a dream-like silent mindfulness
try on this
the lines i sift
vision words
power understand
rite from this

it’s frightful for the nihilists
what i find exciting
is a lycan making hyphened sounds
just the right amount
open up a portal
write it down
skipping stones
underlying vowels
dry the towel
find the trowel
diatribal warfare
enlightened owl


[stranded]

its truth
the reflection
of what’s inside
unbound


[brown robe]

ain-soph
faced off with brahman
for the golden shield
both masters of their highness
star pointed lotus wheels
gyro-fan
hierophantom
type of man
light at my command
recondite
in spite his lamp
several medals hung
from the costals of skeletal rebels
the source of his sword
encompasses relative levels
infinity beyond
worlds without end
fly
the ladder transcends above
and below
a hidden sky

where she speaks
like webs woven into weightlessness
transfixed in her eyes
a hostage heart that aches to bits

doors
torches hung
catalogue of faded years
speaking in apricity
they must still have their ears
he puts his super senses
through their paces
sensitive to combinations
slightest movements
create uncommon constellations
archer masons
quill spark of unborn god
self becomes a temple
darkness visible
dissolve a wall

a robed elder tree
by the edge of a forgotten road
calls me to my self
from my chores
i put on hold

rhymes of a psychopomp
imprints of ethers make
some subtle reflections
while some cause walls to shake
time has nothing
acting upon it
to make it change
just refracting memories
a matrix
of falling rain
sustained
resonance
while i transfer from the archive
contemplation
concentration
realization
quark eyes

i teeter in and out
on the edge
to be honest
perfectly at home
in most crowds
or
on a comet

compacted fractals of blossoms
spiraling to catch ohms
the moon in the garden
is drunk
and slurring poems

blur

in space
where things merge
concepts and ideas
cartwheels
a spinning verse
columns of spirit
solomon visits
cumulonimbus
spitting pollen of wizards
through their gossamer minutes



verse 2:  [stranded]

inhaled
into the spiral dance
of a hierophantasy
our minds expand
like eyes enchanted
by oneiromantic speed

sight abandons me
where i can’t see what my eyes absorb
not quite blind
it’s just the world
light matures outside’s ignored
deep

in my most primal core
the tardigrade of dinosaurs
my spirit obeys
the mycelial plane
that i explore
cognitive integration with the host
will catalyze the spores
the exotic nature
of the matter
that photons obscure

when the master’s
not a torch
the padawan belies the force
the definitive nomenclature
of the pattern
that decides the fork
dark or light
no
not quite
there is so much more than that
for those who don’t see more than that
all of life’s contours collapse

suspension points amass
from everything that manifests
you’re not simply on a path
that forks
your journey’s tangent-esque
all throughout the multiverse
the light
from his heart’s lamp reflects
an echo of fate
between worlds
their boundaries can’t neglect
it looks like scores of flowers bloom
when tarot readers fan their decks
all they see of him
is a love
that their cards CAN’T express

his tears tamped
suppressed
his pain !GN!TES
and glows
compact
the inside of his eyelids
BR!M with their own zodiacs

these stellar creatures
ghosts
anthropomorphic hell-grim reapers

tear themselves
off the warp and woof
of heaven’s ether
her guard
he wraps his arms
around his charge
where he’ll forever keep her
even though he knows
he’ll always be alone
and never reach her

he’s never been alive
except a brief time
in her eyes
but then
he learned
his journey with her
was a blur
that she considers L!ES

a past lost
to a future
that pretends it’s blind

cataloged ruins of truth
medusa
visualized

he’s doomed to drift through time
paused
in a disfigured pose
a resilient rose
with a thousand thorns
that prick her soul
how is it
that his warmth
is even able
to present as cold
a discomfort
that no prehistoric
ice age winter’s known
he always wants to take his life
but he never ends it though
love protects him
from the threat
of death
that his torment would grow
some say that they go with the flow
of which way the winds would blow
but i’m on some ‘fuck the wind’
if what’s within
resides against its flow
the moon is often full
when i confront
my heart’s omnipotence
and i’m immoderately reminded
of my chronic insignificance

my shadow
extinct

the echo of a dragon
weeps
a bereft chasm
expressing magick
with hemorrhagic ink
if you rob your heart of better
then you aren’t as clever
as you think
things that don’t
mark you forever
are never that distinct
for
that which
erosion cannot compromise
it’s pivotal
for soul ascension
you must shadowalk
inside its citadel
this voyage inside
results
in a kaleidoscope of visuals
if you see what i’m saying
you realize it’s not so literal

beauty’s form
collapses
in a sacrosanct subsuming swarm
auric flames
the gravimetric shadow
of a unicorn

he is not a human
or anything remotely close
he haunts those he loves
with growing hope
untouched
a lonely ghost
incorporeality
whole galaxies
that no one knows
countless worlds
shrouded
by just how much
he foregoes below
because not being selfish
isn’t at all
a common theme
the truth’s polluted
what people aren’t used to
they cannot believe

they project
what they expect
on all that they experience
but they would know
if they’d resonate with the om
of a hierophant

whenwhatignitesthemooncollides(prod. by axphykz)

written by sea/swordz

performed by sea/swordz (pronounced: sea of swordz)


prod. by axphykz




a celestial hell
disappears in destiny’s bells

drowns in the boundless alchemy
of mechanical elves

echoes of the unshown
where all the photons are minerals
ghostly effervescent visuals
of conscientious tentacles

toiling away
at the meticulous rendering
of a world
from worlds away
the psychedelic imagery
is not unlike the glimmering
of my sword’s auroral blade
its halo made of the blood
of a war’s immortal wane

truth seeker
searching through the roots and amoebas
for the discrete magick
inherent in the peculiar genes
that would need to be stacked
to engineer a most beautiful creature

i imbibe

seemingly more beauty
than life provides
blessed to have seen
the multitudinous unobtrusive lights
i’ve mined
the instant
the incandescence intercepts my eyes
i fly
the impression
of the most precious cosmic jewels
in a lightless sky

ecocide(prod. by m.o.d.)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  menes the pharaoh

verse 2:  sea/swordz  (pronounced: sea of swordz)


prod. by m.o.d.


*song taken from the 4ourfathers album 'all seasons [fall]'.....available at the following link:

https://basementdwellaz.bandcamp.com/album/all-seasons-fall



verse 1:  [menes the pharaoh]

the fall of galaxies
move through reality
travel digital waves
create wounds of fallacy
ways amazed
that blaze the caves of maladies
eternal life
imprinted in my soul of eternity
we use a currency
earn
spend
and ruse
and choose
without ever wonder what we got to lose
i tell you right now
it’s a lot more than this
connect through a hyperbolic chamber
i exist

mister mister
wait
it’s the brown bag kid
with the most high
most fly
mostly irate

a great debate
ends with a grave
and your friends
as my veins are rerouted
with electrical ends

through the mist
of a binary fix
watch the numbers
float across your life
like aquariums
roman aquaducts
and plains of centurions
abuse of words
i manipulate thoroughly

forceful thought
put forth to communities
i compute tactics
ask thematics
i mastered magic
living lavish
and plan to die on my own terms
like addicts

the soliloquy
write my own eulogy
the roach never dies
though a lifetime immunity

back to the fall
we reaching to the winter
and train in the cold north
the power from his fingers
like chi-gong
yes he live long
with the spirit relentless
like kublai khan

iv bags
full of morphine and microphones
and big assed nurses
he didn’t leave this life alone



verse 2:  [sea/swordz]

but life left him

invisible on light’s spectrum

the king of asterisks
swimming in a myriad of absences
he resides in every mirror that exists
content on dealing death
to all reflections
that aren’t as he is
invasive surgery
complex mutation
of the birds and bees
sacred geometric meditative nursery

he nonchalantly dies
suffers the chronicles
of his prolonged demise
a silhouetted dragon
in the twilight
of an autumn sky
still
his quest is permanent
to do his best
when he makes a mistake
to learn from it
and elevate
mature from it

to give those who create
that he appreciates
encouragement
and to shower those he loves
with unabated nourishment

how he’s seen
doesn’t matter to him
when it’s the outer rings
but it’s important to him
the truth
is what those within those bounds
would glean

much of what’s inside
could span the breadth of galaxies
and often times
what doesn’t belong
is never out of reach

the daedalic nature
of life’s framework
fascinates him
the bizarre twists
are what articulate
all that’s amazing
that which is distinct
achieves phenokistic saturation
when it’s appreciated
those who see such things
are captivated

collage/gravez
we both have known more than this
we currently have an intimate grasp
of what turmoil is
immersed in a better world
by the merchant of metamorphosis
we would do well
to consider ourselves fortunate

beforecolordisappearscompletely(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  silntz

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by lost soul



silntz + stranded = oscillating/hyper-clouds




verse 1: [silntz]

ether
the perfect medium
for wandering sleepless
breathe swift as your feet lifts
the leak hiss of helium
pervades the aetherium forge
a vague bliss
as the plague’s kiss knocks on the door
unobserved
a grey mist comes forth to be born
but upon a stray glimpse
only dregs glint on the floor
a husk with a strayed purpose
dawn breaks
yet the hamlet remains in the shade’s current
if you don’t know what hate is
then you’ll remain caged
as your fate’s servant
for anyone who feigns elation
in today’s frayed circuits
stays a slave behind the play’s curtains
you’ll die masqueraded
behind a mind invaded
by celestine imitations
and sky dive from grace
like the wax slayed icarus
you deny the jester’s blade
only upon its emergence
refusing to acknowledge
soothes
prior to its occurrence
another grave awaits
before the reigns of nero’s circus
my hero’s curse is furtive
between the veils of worlds
i’m torn
within myself
through hymns of knells
i’ve warred
my fortress scorched
to naught but a weathered door
yet i machete forth
with a severed staff and broken sword
the half-awakened lord
whose dreams he’s forsaken
so he takes flight in a makeshift spaceship
to an aphotic shore
hoping the tides will take him
glide within a lithe constellation
deprived of all but the night’s sedation
guidance forsaken
my darkness is my ark to the flood
and although you only see my partial sun
my heart has wholly wove my love
to what i’ve become

silenced

shunned

to the kingdom i soon come
the ambrosial roots run
in the church of the blue nuns
sow the seeds for what you wish to reap
the roots will shift to seek release
from the winter’s cold
and although steeped in snow
it feeds on mother’s weep
from which it finds the beat to grow
for if ever my feet will cease their stroll
i’ll hack my fleet’s control
synapse my soul
and laugh
as my heat wreathes around the globe
i will never speak the words
of an eager worm
wishing to meet the falcon’s hold
my oath set in stone
my spirit will never douse
even when but a dim ember glows
the will of thousands shout
to stoke the forge and prevent its slow
my hypnagogic cloud abode
drowns in cold
in the shroud of the mountain’s hold
a foul zone
which feral assassins comb

a scythe galvanized

acuminated from the cloud’s spire
a vagrant bound to rise
despite the ire of vilifying eyes
like psilocybin flights
the high of my dominion shines
from the wind to empires divine



verse 2: [stranded]

aura like an octopus
with its eight arms tilted on their side
synesthetic fervor flies
eternal stride ensues
the twinkle the burn provides
lithely strewn
through all supernal skies
this emerging light
balloons
a synchronized surge
of colorfully bright kabooms
that mildly bloom right before your eyes
even though they are being observed
from a point of view
that an absurd amount of worlds divide
it’s all just waves on the shore
a multiverse of clouds
the onlooker incorporates what pours
a sea of orchids with sacred cores
when you gaze into them
what sort of images do YOU see taking form
for beauty’s innately born

it wakes
in the embrace
of someone
themself
appreciative of being embraced
by the wonder that they consumed
food for those who see such things
like how under a fragrant moon
flowers bloom beneath the shade
where dragons rule the clouds
the burgeoning fruit of cereus veins
rainbows come swooping down
as they submerge their wings in rain

you see the breadth of a rare spectrum
like that of a smile
that’s the match that lights your soul
so you can see your own reflection
a flame you can’t ignite on your own
it’s something you can’t control
a sudden bomb inside your heart
that randomly explodes
yet does not provide you harm
spontaneous combustion
your aura begins to roar
a chorus of vibrant whispers
a mural that ends all wars
you go where you are taken
a cartoon scent’s allure
floating to where you belong
on a song that the wind performs

a forest within
adorned
with swarms of lampyrids
peaceful
sylvan glitch
a drusy glow
esconced in an endless rift

purkinje shift
dark adaptation
my glimpse eclipsed

dimly lit
blue ghosts haunt the limbs
adrift

the happiness that’s scavenged
in a bottomless emptiness
the little bit
you’re able to gather
along the way
as you’re falling into it

my doom can’t dampen my mood
i’m oblivious
seeing a cactus bloom
beneath the moon
is an eternity in a blip


he is taken by the tide
and although
he is returned to his grave
unalive
nothing can usurp
the waves he imbibed

he perceives the world’s lamentations
and his world is seen
from the vantage of a spaceship
his solar system’s a single soul
and the ravine between them’s
a cosmic canyon of separation
but that void’s no match
for that star’s enamoring wavelength
its expanding panoramic large band radiation
nothing can tamper
with his intimate understanding
of far off gravitation
he is drawn to where he doesn’t belong
and can’t escape it
he is not welcome
so he does his best
to remain in the outer realms
of where the unprecedented flames
of this power hails from
so as not to trespass and invade
where this owl dwells
none

taitostation(prod. by 7rinth)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  7rinth

verse 2:  sea/swordz      (pronounced: sea of swordz)



prod. by 7rinth


aphotic/vortex = 7 arm'd labyrinth + sea/swordz


track is taken from 7rinth's album 'the shinjukan spiral' at the following link:

https://7rinth.bandcamp.com/album/the-shinjukan-spiral




verse 1: [7 arm’d labyrinth]

cheshire vixen
lured him in
and gotz her violet dress torn
depersonalized lolita gothics
on a giant chess board
a floating eye crying
time gets warped
and the sky is red
two curious yakuza ghosts
then help me try and find my head
lego blocks reform themselves
into a haunted forest
it’s the all abhorrent
all new york is scared to talk to orphanz
ever since my tape dropped
too ragged for your average nimrod
i’m kick boxing peasants
with a pair of rusty timbs on
i break rules

knock off heads
with a fucking pair of shoes
cartoony cats
living voodoo dolls
and capped valair yin root
sit kwai and listen
to babbling sleep deprived magicians
i find existence rather odd
this shit is science fiction
yet i’s indifferent
i just drag my wagon chemist shop
through customs
hoping no one notice
the illegal meds i got
i walk into the basement
“amanjakuz asked to see me?”
it’s studentz
floating alley ways and tilted bat graffiti





verse 2: [sea/swordz]

he’s always lonely

but this beat is HEART EMOJ!
inadvertently
this labyrinth
frees a dragon
as its coffin’s closing
a shadow
accretes a pair
of wings
they beat the air
rinth TORE this creature
from the orbit of COMPLETE despair

visions of heaven
a pair of souls’
infinite connection
their windows destined
to absorb a hellish insurrection

synchronous dawns
the magick hastens
the cello-esque smile
i see descend upon her face
in my imagination
reattainment
after the estrangement
of a paradisal bond
the gravitation
of the wake
of waves
that carry bliss along

her halo is a dragonfly
emphatic eyes
she sees with REM
unless it’s theirs
you can’t let
where someone you love resides
be pretend

hmmmm
adulated

obsequiously flatter-laden
princess’d to death
you must question
if the path’s mistaken
sheltered from the outside world
she naively lets a demon in
where it devours
and impersonates her
from beneath her skin

naginatadreamz(prod. by 7rinth)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  7rinth

verse 2:  sea/swordz      (pronounced: sea of swordz)



prod. by 7rinth


aphotic/vortex = 7 arm'd labyrinth + sea/swordz


track is taken from 7rinth's album 'the shinjukan spiral' at the following link:

https://7rinth.bandcamp.com/album/the-shinjukan-spiral




verse 1: [7 arm’d labyrinth]

telephone wires
hanging off clouds
dial up sound
theanine dreams
and fucking zigzag pencil case
distorted moon reflections
is trying to give ‘em a lesson
but i’m too numb to get it
off red orb flavored capsules
killer pianos
multicolored blood
and glow-y eye’d cats
maybe i can just do a little
like
‘no we tried that’
i walk into a mirror
while my family parties downstairs
my psyche split
i’m partly right here
and partly out there
jigoku no kikari edogawa rampo no kodomo
edgar allen poe’s notes
is shredded in a fucking snow globe
long ago
cats banded
and threw me out the o-zone
somersaulted back to earth
and landed somewhere in kyoto
made a life there
raised a family inside a haunted house
with melting windows
glass candles
and a talking couch
this skullcap
‘cybin mushroom
and ‘lerian root capsule
induced babble
like two severed limb canoe paddles
no one’s there
i’m like who asked you
well in that case
no
i mean in that case
there’s frosted cheshire cat flakez
i’m addicted
there’s no escape for ama’z apostle
i’m walking throughout the dextroverse
with nana komatsu
life begins to get strange
when satan’s trying to adopt you
and your own shadow
picks up a naginata to ox you
bird's nest headed reptar
worshipping lunar shifts
i wake up watching warp’d forest
slurping a noodle dish



verse 2: [sea/swordz]

i’m not allowed to dream
but i’m a criminal sometimes
flap your wings
and wave your wand for me
if you would be so kind

my favorite thaumaturge
dominoes infinitized
sacred chain reaction
ripples asterisking in my mind
asteroids for moons
passively diffuse

meditation

kanji root connects
my psycholuminescing agent

subsumed
i’m immune to human trepidations
you can hear the orphanz radio
tune me to new destinations
cauldron surface looking glass
the lens is a metaartisan
inadvertent telepathy
she ever so gently walks with him
the whole of america
blood-brain barrier crossed again
flying saucer grin
that expression is hardly saw on him

one way or another
the eyes play an essential role
i get lost in the radiant wonder
their fabled windows hold

i’m SO APPREC!AT!VE
for those who travel deep within
i cherish the souls
that lie behind the glass
they’re peeking with

a mirror implodes
a polar pyroclastic petri dish
evolutionary growth
in his oneirostatic dream abyss
the equivalent of claustrophobia
and disappearing walls
i look and fall
into a crystal ball
comprised of gratitude

i awake from hibernate
when i embrace a stunning vision
every love collision
springs me from my unbecoming prison

naginata scars
shards of covered eyes that dart
traces of a star erased
its few resilient dying sparks

hyperspacecandlez(prod. by brotha kandoo)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  7rinth

verse 2:  sea/swordz      (pronounced: sea of swordz)


prod. by brotha kandoo



verse 1: [7 arm’d labyrinth]

life’s a maze
everything is black and white
sike
it’s grey
dionysus traitz
and nostalgic lunar disciple dayz
strawberry panic
and the dark trickster
from hyperspace
opening and closing my windows
blinds
and psychic gates
i pawn a zigzag demon cat’s claw
to buy drugs
a little girl astral projects
in back of the chemist shop


[sea/swordz]

simultaneously
in all galaxies
fictional strains of heaven POP
this explosive rapid-fire space action
never stops


verse 1 (cont.): [7 arm’d labyrinth]

the dead arose
an uninvited guest approach
in jester clothes
manic episodes
ama searching
dialect unknown
who can murk the cipher
ease
with never any effort shown
shouts milk
kid
when it comes to taking drugs
i never won’t
shinjukan spiral head
i’m ghost to puff mizuchi spliff
eye bet i murder any rhymer easy
‘gardless who he is

dextromethorphan tripping
during a moon eclipse
i’m past and futureless
trickster demons in my room and shit
i’m vomiting



verse 2: [sea/swordz]

peace to boogey
fighting his adversity
!NSP!R!NG
hulk smashing gamma rays
that hand grenade inside of him
asteroids collide with fate
i was in a heightened state

achieved the impossible
with optional hyperspace

susceptive psychogenic telepathic engineering
astral reinforcement
the endorphins of a kindred spirit

dispensational hegemonic interference
displacement of the ruling phase
its waves encounter incoherence
i identify voids of energy
and dispatch myself
if you mean enough to me
inductively
you has my help

between worlds
the gates
in interphasic space
collapse
active camouflage
i integrate with their innate synapse

i will not be binded
to the rules of some galactic island
i move like i’m immune
to the doom of astral confinement

elastic pilot
flying crafts behind stacks of violet
combatting blindness

with bioluminescing eyelids
that counter-illuminate dimensions
that would threaten silence

persevering
with extraordinary depths of kindness

exclusivesky(prod. by ^thousand[trollz])

written and performed by stranded


prod. by ^thousand[trollz]        (pronounced: a thousand trollz)




consumed
by a micro moon
i fully vanish
but i don’t move
the force this rare sky exudes
can metamorphosize
cocoon
absorbed into her pile of jewels
a sorceress transcribes this truth
a conduit of dots above her eyes
will butterfly her soon

to escape the jaws
of a lesser world’s latent walls
shrink yourself
into the realm of molecules
and break its laws
as all matter states dissolve
a caterwaul pervades your thoughts
all shadows of an ancient star
decay
accelerating sparks

harvest this light
and ignite a powder keg of awe
and illuminate the dark
like a galaxy in a mason jar
you don’t know how much i’m grateful for
the creatures who invade my heart
and all that’s conquered
by what nature offers
as i traipse along
meaningful relationships
are far more significant

than anything else in your life
that you’ll  experience

it’s YOUR job to tend this garden
so it’s witherless
those you don’t communicate your feelings with
will veer adrift

if you let this happen
it shows what your true intention is
you’d rather let them go
than let them know what you have sealed within

this is not an indictment
this is just the truth
it’s OK
it’s not a crime
for someone not to matter much to you
you can’t walk inside another’s shoes
what they feel’s not up to you

reality is what it is
there is no substitute

i determine the nature of circumstances
from their root
for
that is what accounts for all that sprouts

each branch
each bud
each shoot

when you examine someone’s truth
in tandem with all love produced
you’ll always find your soul
is in the hands of a dexterous masseuse

exclusive sky
nephomorphic clandestinity
no force that exists
can eclipse organic energy
i REFUSE to consciously accept
being pandered anything
i won’t compromise my relationships’ mechanics
in ANY way
at just the thought
of playing a part
in charlatanry
i can barely breathe
i will never be convinced
that i am WRONG for CHER!SH!NG
sometimes
being rigid
is the most compassion there can be
there must be SEVER!TY
for values you won’t dare release
i won’t surrender principles
so that i don’t have to carry grief
and this isn’t something that constitutes
me being classified a pharisee
all are wrong
who choose
to wage all forms of warfare with peace

NO walkingstick bird
has ONE ear and a PA!R of beaks
ecocide
it’s your choice
if you destroy your atmosphere at all
treat your sky with its warranted regard

or it will fall

theothersideoftheargoncloud(prod. by dirtylosttapes)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded


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rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy




verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]

forgotten hours in a cloud chamber
mystic shroud painter
brush with death
sacred ground
the crown maker
wakeup gem
for the sleepiest cognitive
oblivion’s grey dust
heads rush to posthumous

11:11
meet the far side
the star finds
his paradigm
partitioned
an archive

let me run something by you
flying shuriken
you can resolve
to an un-dying human

defy loops

infiltrate infinity
return to singularity
sample me
singlehandedly
i rarely speak
got a source i save
for beats
tales of outer-reach
i recline through sapient trees
cold spell
like some autumn leaves
his solemn microcosm
a fossil that still bleeds

make the quantum leap
i sunk more lordships
than a liege
with the claw
of archimedes
moscovian glows
inside my octava mod
elohemian omicron
sequencing provenance

sharper blades than the commandant
advanced charmer
unveil the deep
past paranormal
cats get the axe
and the ash back
from the coroner

for the cure
disappear from here
to other planes
to speak with him
fields bend the gravity
and propel deep within
fitted for my hyperspace suit
every moment has a break through
into sacrifice like take two
life repays you
won’t fail to recreate you
navigate the dunes
puncture wounds
like a saber tooth
metaphors

a secret murder
of the nevermore
open level doors
from my gunmetal s4
spun up till i metamorph
wizardfish
better
you never meta coffin
you mother ufcks can go and incandesce

somewhere ancient
while sun gazing
mind mirage
vacant
memory serves
like a double agent
upper matrix
initiate the phrase quick
curate the tasteless
irate the star
‘cause it 8 bit
never gave them
ultimatum
save from
whatever may come
row well
when on great floods

antimatter reactor
jack up some weak rappers

seek rapture
to free up the hereafter
the weirdest scrap book
enchant
the rap look
a storm of swords
pours
before it captures
rooks

dissolve non-manifest
channeled empty spaces
tessellated statements
blood bath mosaics

long as the cosmic night
my starlit heist
unobtanium nanoparticles
lawlessness of light
mad scientists dream
in dark pixels
mind the participle
as it carves out its initial



verse 2: [stranded]

i turn my scars to sigils
create a mark
that illuminates a star
that shriveled
to a faded spark
so the flames it lost
may embark on a journey
where they are REK!NDLED
using my pain
to charge my intent
to pollenate its pistil
the magick
a stamen
used to reinvigorate a cosmic thistle
to enable its rays
to boom through space
and bloomfully blaze
in far off ripples
the light’s ensuing radiation
is paroxysmal
all that dwindled
who bathe in this pond
resonate with a calm
that is beyond baptismal
they ostentatiously dawn
awake in the jaws
of a great gnostic vigil
if you don’t routinely
inhabit the realms
ruled by shadows of self
you can be certain
that i ain’t walking with you

i exist on a spectrum
out of phase
with those
who don’t know how to gaze
souls that amount to rain
that their cloud betrays
blinded
by their surrounding cage
trapped in their vessels
by a perspective
that shrouds escape
who they are inside
neglected
how opaque
to become stressless
you must obtain ubiquity
in the infinity
that belongs to counterspace

unwavering
love ANCHOR!NG
UNpainfully
magick sharpened
into the axillars of an angel’s wings
the blood
of veins that S!NG
that most
lack the straw’d fangs to drink
the puddle that’s beyond
its compact yawn
this vast pond radiates in LEAPS
splintergalactic
its ripples collapse along spaceless strings
temporal bath
getting splashed
by a hidden past’s archaic springs
drenched in a contrasting star’s sacred beams

i splendidly bask in the cosmic rays
of an omnitemporaneous queen
the collision’s impact
involves change beneath
crashing into the jaws
of light’s nascent laws
makes you think

iridescing synesthetic explosions
UNbrella’d emotions
freed
from beneath the defilade
of the known ones
an unfettered view
of an ineffable world
that you never knew
was dwelling below them

not even fate dares
to tamper with love
given with great care
what you find behind eyes
as they stare
at what they cherish
is an innate glare
the soul !NFLATES
as if it intakes air
the syringe
is only a metaphor
for the overwhelmingly special aura
that lays bare
the one subjected to a world
made available
through the profundity
of their connection
the interconnectedness
of the torus that they share

sometimes
being stranded
means standing apart
all alone
‘cause despite the cost
i won’t abandon my heart
often
what is read of me
at first glance
is false
my truth hidden
like what’s written
in the ashmole manuscript
lost
a witch was discovered
i was the center
of a synesthetic mixture of colors
where everything in me
chrysalis’d and then ruptured
and the very essence
of which i exist
was aflutter
a metamorphosis
from which
i’ll never recover

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written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  rpm the brown robe


prod. by boog-i-e



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy




verse 1: [stranded]

i will always live as an orphan

despite experiencing the miracle
of a figurative organ
being traffic’d
through the mysterious force
of sincere importance
my happiness is the subject
of an invisible portrait
adherent to its etherial orbit
what’s real
ENDORPH!NS
it doesn’t matter
if i’m not really where my support’s sent
as long as my atmosphere
keeps my spiritual torch lit
that’s the magick
when you’re heart’s passion’s
mirror is worshiped

asterisking
just the shroud
of an absent mystery
a cloud
i don’t belong on the ground
an anachronic tree
but i still provide shade
shelter
and sustenance for the famished
life can have meaning
even if its observers don’t understand it
you would do well
to see your field of vision
expanded
so much uncertainty exists
in the midst of quantum mechanics


schrödinger’s box
is such a limited vantage
how can you even be certain
the cat is still on the planet
i’ve seen things
considered deranged
‘cause they’re not the same
as however the typical human
wants them to behave
don’t blind yourself
with indoctrination
true observation
is what’s REALLY there
not what you DECIDE to take in
EYEonize how things blend
see their unseen
blind
geometrized relation
their sacred spiralized summation
intricately woven
into one another’s architecture
find yourself suspended
in the innocence
of gnostic pleasure
the essence of nature
is a pattern
that involves FOREVER
endeavor transformation
like the dragons
who evolve from esper
meditation
is the most compassionate
of all the gestures
budding sparks
these are just my thoughts
not some sort of lecture



verse 2: [rpm the brown robe]

his sword style’s biohack
he floats around the room slow
his eyes are maxim
wrappings
full of flammable antidotes
antipodal podium
with the life serum
they’re not quite sure
of what they’re hearing
the soul’s disappearing

well
‘cause that’s what it does
a flame flux
air grates its name
into some outer stuff
some powder bluffs

keep leaving their sludge
on fire beats
sheikh designer street
but the only message
is ‘i am weak’?

EYE ain’t with that
and so the legend grew
into a real world
with real ways
no apparent doom
his mediations syphon magick
through a memory shoot
when you spend the morning longing
your destiny reboots
i’m just saying
the story has codes
and you can thread it together
from the last second you witness
before you step into

he leapt across the threshold
that’s potential
death is but an echo in your breath
its what’s integral

seen

he utter speech
in love and in peace
directly relative to what lies underneath
(warlock) poems
the thunder chief
robe is another beast
causing floaters in your eye beams
by decree
a shining sea
so decided he
divine libraries
kind of like what macgyver needs
inside his retina
brown diocese professor
art of crafting paragraphs
rock the shirt like a protector
busing the compressor
to align with a track’s essence
or if it isn’t present
degas
i then inject it
that’s the method
copped from pleiadian starclusters
proximal thought brothers
arsenal
astral hard covers

cloudrecluse(prod. by axphykz)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verses:  zodd the immortal

hook:  sea/swordz  (pronounced: sea of swordz)


prod. by axphykz



verse 1: [zodd the immortal]


individuals in the warzone
seem different postmortem
corpses turn cold
in close quarters
the ghosts of soldiers

mourn at the morgue
with no one to hold ‘em
advance growth
from enhanced radioactive organs
split an atom
at the crack of eve
catch a glimpse of phantoms
you hear the distant laughs
but they don’t eclipse the madness
galactic swordsman
flash forward
in an instant
fast
to a past aura that disenchants

you could have had me killed
but you missed the chance
now you die
by my wicked glance
sun i’m sick of man
i’m just sick of man




hook: [sea/swordz] (pronounced: sea of swordz)


fuck these humans
they must CRASH
into the maelström
tumble in their own private hell
crumbs of a future
that will never take form
COMBUST!NG acorn
drowning in the dust
of an innate sword




verse 2: [zodd the immortal]


alien slime
covered the sarcophagus

glock some covert operatives
it was a time so marvelous
the carvings on the graves
started sparkling ominous
stars were sparking
in a lost abyss
there’s nowhere to hide
with this profoundedness
heads in the clouds
i’m surrounded in
traveled through graves
for days
just to get to my maze
there’s no way
of finding my dungeonous cave

how could you even enter

monsters are afraid
it’s not even late night
early dawn
vampires floating in daylight

you won’t turn
you decay from these bites
these fangs eat the light
out of darkness
ignite a flame
and catch flight
unidentified flying saucer
flying awkward high
the night watcher
midnight beanstalker
machines weaving dreams
for a grey market
soul sold for a harvest
human brains aren’t worth much
there is no profit
so i stick to reaping souls
and wreaking carnage
cats is weak
they can’t even keep a pinky promise




hook: [sea/swordz] (pronounced: sea of swordz)


fuck these humans
they must CRASH
into the maelström
tumble in their own private hell
crumbs of a future
that will never take form
COMBUST!NG acorn
drowning in the dust
of an innate sword

invisibleink(prod. by n.s.one)

written by stranded and rea and om

performed by stranded


prod. by n.s.one




anything between “>>” “<<“ was written by or evolved from rea


anything between “::.” “.::”was written by or evolved from om





despite my fatigue
i persist
minus my dreams
responsible for a shadow
the likes of which
is not even seen
quantum-grade integration
instated by blind dichotomy
plagued by the undulation
of subcutaneous botany
stabbed by a future blade
fatal vegetation
inside a seed
grim horrors
that stem from a dense forest
of water trees
obscure knowledge
published in books
that only monsters read
those who specialize
in the protection
of odd commodities

legend has it correct
but could never capture the depth
all it can seem to do
is cast a disheveled shadow
at best

with the spine of the world
he stands inside a storm of sand
made of iron
that swirls
yet
as blindness unfurls

he still manages
to keep his eyes on the girl
his firm stance
forcing that clam
back inside of its pearl

i’ve been told
>> there’s a very particular skill
that i’ve honed
a difficult one
to remain hidden and cloaked


while somehow
still transmitting
bigger than most
that it’s so rare
that i’ve mastered being both
living and ghost <<

i decay
but even as i slide away
i convey
the sort of impression made
by the shores of toyama bay

::. transfixion


the absence of light’s affliction
i bloom in a muted garden
ruled by acute eclipses
blossoming on a loop
often too quick to witness
trigger’d by a star

elusively luminiferous .::
escorted by a girl
through a sky
that is futuristic
in a world
where you wouldn’t believe
so many balloons existed
even though it felt
like i was in her custody
due for prison
it seemed as if
she was more company
than supervision
the evaporation of my dreams
achieved once my eyes have opened
is the silence
i find beneath the wings
astride my totem
the distinct tides
of the beautiful moons
that define my oceans
::. traverse the divides
used to fuse the sides
that disguise the om/ens .::

traversing(prod. by axphykz)

written by sea/swordz and om

performed by sea/swordz (pronounced: sea of swordz)


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much of this rhyme was derived from things om wrote....said....or shared in some way...

what is between '::' was derived from something written by menes the pharaoh…




blue hearts and honeycomb
bees emerge from their home
and with nothing more than their nature
make the earth a much more stunning globe
magnificence summons gold
magickians
love is om’d
even the most astute
underestimate the gravity
of such a soul
the value’s too much to know
can’t be computed with the mind
such a powerful force
even pi would be dwarf’d
if digitized
swing continuum
the strongest equilibrium
a species
comprised of talking hearts
that speak in idioms
wither’d moon
magick tree
that the seasons will replenish soon
infinite bloom
so i do not concern myself
with its diminished view

the persistence of memory

temporal disheveling
the profound sensation
that even just a glimpse of forever brings

measured out
her heart’s the seed
the sky is where the treasure sprouts
the sublime tomorrows
of an avant-garden
in a bed of clouds
blossoms
of the deep
inherent truths
seldom said aloud
parachuting
their beautiful whispers
ride the falling petals down

immortal elegance
absorbed
by the warm embrace
of what menes coin’d
:: the grave of stars
a portal elephant ::
just know
no matter how strange
the concepts may be to you

i don’t exaggerate
in my illustrations
i speak the truth

trichocereus pachanoi
i shrink
as i zoom into its flower
and climb in slowly
colliding with a world
that i imagine finding inside peyote
almost always
when i dream
in some manner
i am floating
perhaps
‘cause i’m so passionate
about nearly every object
the sky is holding

an oak sprouts in space
out of place
a satellitic tree
this quercus
that emerges above earth
nurtures inner peace
a glow that spurs solsticially
promoting birth

fertility
the capacity must be present
for one to hold its enduring energy
for those open
to sowing growth into their soul
encouragement’s received
they’ll find themselves to be an integral cog
firmamentally
visually
words are delicate to me
communication
must be treated with care
to work proficiently

gnosticsaga[theincrescentecho](prod. by rpm the brown robe)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by rpm the brown robe



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy




verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]

he’s lost
in a season
that’s lost his equation
it’s been days
since he’s felt haven
soul growing
so brazen
by the day
as night
recedes
back out of sight
he needs the light
he seizes the mic
he finds his keys
he frees his sight

beyond this gender
he’s authentic
sent here
from the center
entropic
inertial
fertile earth
making moons
confessedly

deep sea entity
with
unseen energy
divine portal legacy
sensing flux
sit attentively
eyeambic stanzas

sacred movements and dances
i don’t take chances
unless i’m mantis
enchanted canvas
understand this
chanting canons
like pandits
semantics
leaking from atlantis
he never take it for granted
answers come
and span it

and reign
flood the gates
his vantage is figure eight
no need to disseminate
i just serenade what liberates
my flow irrigates
the ol’ plateaus
makes them whole
what originates
the soul
my words are worlds
you know

what could happen
when his staff
is cast down
before the golden one
serpents in the mirror
show the hero
how to float amongst

devoted monk
at the junction
of street and prophecy
masterfully
his fingers be
his pen
silent velocity

graphic seismology
thermo nuclear
useless newton’s philosphy
physics only describe the tree
not its matrices
nor the planes
it can visit easily
conceive its freedom
and meet its needs
reap the wheat



verse 2: [stranded]

…as determined by WHO
some whispers convolute
more than their words constitute
the burden of the false
removed
i walk into a gnostic loop
knowledge blooms
a blossoming sphere
of cosmic roots
comprised of combined quantum truths
much of the experience
i’ve accrued
was derived
by observing what NOT to do
i sojourn inside cocoons
by watching YOU
the alert assimilate

merge with atmospheric weight

absorb
inhalate
what nourishment there is to take
search within
the mirrors GAPE
looking to a greater authority
for answers
is a big mistake
may all masters disintegrate
a white rose
traverses the barrier
of two different planes
you hear a purr
the inherent stirs
of a gentle quake
as a new you’s
unleashed upon the universe
the earth begins to shake
subtle oscillations
subatomic matrices dissolve
all that they depict
falls
into a horizontal event’s jaws
swallowed by the gravity
the vacuum
that TRUE freedom spawns
a world evolves
through circumstance
where you can’t turn accretion off
a warrior with peaceful thoughts
determined to feed his heart
but
if he must be hurtful
to achieve his purpose
he’ll just need to starve
if such occurs
his hunger
undeterred
will bowl a perfect game
and his soul
although its burn will decay
will still incur a flame

‘cause being true
to who he !S
will only SERVE the blaze
and connote the setting
of a komorebi forest gaze
his dim light
beautiful
as it slightly filters
through his porous shade
the obstructing leaves
kogarashi’d
as the winds of his endurance
RAGE
his darkness withering
the trees
that hide his starshine
splintering
they vanish
from his sacred planet
’til there’s hardly anything
sometimes
just as they fade
an eclipse
adds insult to injury
it’s like each eye’s
a somersaulting lens
so he succumbs to darkness ENDLESSLY
but
then there’re things
like moonflowers
that inundate the sky’s field
a profound connection
recognized
like words
with emphasized tilt
with implications
of bacteria-based
biosynthesized silk
i appreciate
the intrigue
her vague
but V!BRANT
sigil’d eyes built

thepeaceharvest(prod. by ^thousand[trollz])

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  marrow

verse 2:  stranded



prod. by ^thousand[trollz]

pronounced:  a thousand trollz




verse 1: [marrow]


the path is narrow
to righteousness
dislodge the logic circuit
and bomb the circus
fight for this
flight of arrows
from marrow
that seamless peril
air to cypher
the cyclone hits
decipher
as your life get’s ripped
a clever death
insightful rifle kick
a disciple of earth’s cycle
i’m psycho kid
sequenced explosive wrote the goal
recently
been frequently focused
on a frequency
closest to locusts feasting
via remote control
a better connect
editor flex
apex predator text
who treks through dread weather
to tread better
the veteran’s steps
utilize the wing

or it’s dead feather pelican deaths
incredible depth
burn the medical tech
the king

sling a modern flux
marauder throttles fucks
binocular optic thrust
slaughters
on a blotter rush
like hobbits bottle dust
in those goblin hobble huts
the vision pitch black
we twist grass
and kick raps
convicted of witchcraft
used to run threw bars
lung knew scars
son moves bars
slum to sun
moon
stars
drum the flood fueled mars
where we settle
real rebel
the mathematics
pattern schematics
i gather
inhabit a dream level
only conceived
by those who’ve received the fields medal



verse 2: [stranded]


those on a frequency
equal to the shriek
of a shrill kettle
intermetallic

a creature
at the feet
of an insular mountain
worlds bleed into each other
as he meets and exceeds
his interdimensional challenge

he arrives

peace is harvested
beneath his eyes
he sees the harbinger
the wanderer of accretion’s sides
worlds compiling
immortalizing what’s deep inside
truth rising
to unseat the lies
the walkingstick
consciousness
the autochthonous lock
with which
the key collides
that solitude must be reached
to find
the beautiful horizon
of an event
steeped in skies
epiphanies asterisk
emptying infinities
their flasks abyss’d
gently splintering into fractal rifts
radiating trees
made of dreams
that surpass their crypts
graves
derived from the decay
of two eyes’ rapid shifts
both the roots and the limbs
growing
in confusing and elaborate twists
convolutions only home
to hallucinogenic labyrinths
with constantly moving shafts within
often go unknown
like the squalls
produced by cloud and wind
but there will always come a time
when what exists
will be consumed
even if only briefly

attuned

discreetly
peace will bloom

asterisking(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  rpm the brown robe


prod. by lost soul



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy




verse 1: [stranded]


the inertia

of a solar system being murdered

telescoping
like the pupils
of discreet observers
the purgatory
in a heart’s
lonely stretch of galaxy
the surging void
while arid
doesn’t pose a threat
to how it beats

i wear a stone
that connects
by isoscelating out of me
my devotion channeled through a shard
of asteroidal rogue metallurgy

when love is strong enough
it can EASILY outtravel stars
despite how fast they are
beams of light
could never flash as far
death’s my avatar
‘cause all my L!FE
goes to those i love
i forever om them hugs
‘cause their importance
overflows my blood

what do you know of love
when there’s nothing in it for you
it isn’t love
if much of what you offer
benefits YOU

be honest with yourself
about what you get in return
is your love
given the HONOR
all men and women deserve
you don’t feel what you claim to feel

where REAL is concerned
if you don’t profit
and how you feel
withers in turn
while most disintegrate
when things
don’t unfold
how they desire
EYE’M on some
flowers GROWING
in a galaxy ENTIRE

the path i’m on
is worn
by such powerful diviners

twinkling surrounds me
like a gallery of fire
atomic flames
magnified
to be captured
by the optic range
the air dressed
in the iridescent
pure expression of exotic waves

i’m enslaved

by all beauty
that my eyes obtain
by eyes
i mean
whatever means by which
i gather a divine display

here you go again
glowing
in your chimeric style

endearing clouds
magnificent sky my here and now

i disappear
into a mirror
that reveals my smile

extremely grateful
for the peers
my atmosphere abounds

spend some time alone
go inside your soul
and feel around

like shigaraki’s
disembodied hands
‘my hero…’ shroud

peering down
is how you bioengineer a crown
when you look within
your roots ascend
their shoots extend
and pierce the clouds

cirromorphic aftermath
the sky a shaken etch a sketch
elaborately reconstructed
with the fragments
of the etheric mess

beanstalk technology
within steampunk ecology
when you crack a universe
you can’t keep it under lock and key
and keep in mind
your transformation isn’t finished
once its height is reached
once you’ve blossomed
your maturation is CONT!NUED
if you CL!MB the tree
EYE am what you cannot believe
you TOO can be unprecedented
and defy the established laws
of every physics
your mind could ever visit
my soul lights my eyes
the glow applies a shine
that echoes riddick’s
i’m dark inside
because my light
goes far and wide
it’s ectolytic
evanescence
dissipation
spreads
but rejects attenuation
and somehow
!NFLATES its strength
with increscent convex administration

my tree erects
within a bioluminescent shimmer matrix
and leaves the present limits
that constitute transept dimensions
BREAK!NG
transphase eradication
worlds bleed into each other
like andy and lauren strucker
light comes POUR!NG through the shutters

i die on a loop
constantly blooming
from shallow coffins
to walk through an asterisking
hypercubic flower garden
enlightened
by what my nostrils consume
from the tao of all scents
lulled by the finely tuned
silent music of howling starwind




verse 2: [rpm the brown robe]


don’t be so alarmed
the karma i spit
is always charming
empathy toward entropy
is love
that splinters sword and armor

the healing arborist
using hardwood as medium
writing his argument
for what’s right
and what would honor him
the storyteller

tells a threaded recollection
reflect the essence
from a time of myth and legends
hidden lessons

that leads in

to his higher self


y’all say that in your rhymes
but i don’t think that you have ever felt

majestic breath
of a tuned star
that no one’s seen
wind traversing distances
a million years could never reach

he let that seep
skin deep
symbols dream

a simple beam
landed on his forehead
and made a scene
nazarene

the day to day believer
ingenious
a different species greets us
venus

uniqueness
it’s how she glow
she teach us
keep some secrets of your own
increase trust
pleased enough
why not blow the beast up
street stuff

when that beat crush
in effect with it
seed falls
qigong
BE cause
restore the seafloor
invest in elder wand

deep halls
built of teak logs
like how cells bond

i heard that

see another in their highest form
lifting up
enables one
to do and say where they belong

my favorite method
is madness of the ecstatic
patching ragged fabric
faster tricks
when the gases mix
each line could have an asterisk
of the hazard bits
that’s what magick is
faith
so strong
it’s not analogous

to your vocabulary
that you acquired
huh

the bard plucks his lyre
then recants an ancient fire bomb
the working of a pseudomorph
as it leaves the morgue
free to be no more
but it chooses
what please the lord
his feet are crossed

spine straight up
in an ether orb
you could leap aboard
but you still holding onto weaker form

because she adorned
what she saw
in her illumined state
he breathes the force
power in his gaze
accumulate

botan'smirror(prod. by lucas ingram)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)


starlord

a/void



prod. by 7th galaxy



inhabitants of a cryoworm consists of............7th galaxy aka starlord.........dr. hatake downplay aka lucas ingram.........and a/void



verse 1: [starlord]

a little stroll
in the afterlife
to pass the time
flatline
and butterfly designs
swoll my third eye
and multiply realities
my cloud float to galaxies
transmute sound and space
through solar alchemy
ghost wizard
talk to spirits
beyond the boundaries
sage smoke and blunts
fill my lungs
on the balcony
satellite locked
laser armed at your cavalry
we i-o-a-c kid
lords of star traveling
unraveling the ancient glyphs
of wise dragons

contains magick

we exist on a spinning planet
await the landing

ten lost monks
from mars
continue chanting
a mystic night unfolds
as the flames start dancing
smoke swirls
indica haze
sativa saturn
cryoworm
the space phantom




verse 2: [a/void]

anomalous spectral matter phase
radiating fractal cage
trapped in space
sorcery below
your soul’s dragged away
tattered
like flags that waved
it scatters
like glass that breaks
drag the lake
departure
has such a sharp aftertaste

traumatic force
ioac distorts space
its fabric warps
as light collapses forth
a hole spirals
a dragon soars
darkness flame ablaze
the awakening of a jagged torch
a/void
a star erased
the shape of a latent shadow-morph
nebulous wings pound the sky
but no sound arrives
a creature lacking form
copying how an owl flies
despite the fact
this happens in an instant
the moment galvanized
the aeronautic silence
could count to five
a thousand times
death pervades everything
only a cloud survives
an inarticulate blur
indifferently swirling around demise
surrounded by transmutative beauty
that drowns the eyes
his irises overcome
by several souls in one
that pronounce him blind
his vision better
once he’s been synesthetically alchemized
his own combusts
energetically
he never sleeps
…in a house of flies
forwardmorphic
a chimp with a projector
giving a lecture
a serrated ocean
introduces evolution
with consistent pressure
he walks into this liquid shredder
undaunted
meticulously severed
he finds solace
inside the knowledge
he’ll be configured better

no matter what reflection
he’s collecting
the mirror’s clever
he takes each image presented
as etheric treasure

m6-117(prod. by 7rinth)

written and performed by sea/swordz


prod. by 7rinth





i blow the dust
off the vortex
a spiral starts
the sky ajars
what slides through

are kaiju
that swallow stars

seven arm’d studentz
install prudence
behind my bars
an elaborate
zen labyrinth

i get lost
inside the calm
some are quick
to go outside
as if they know about
what’s right or wrong
but
they themselves
live inside a glass house
like diatoms
you’d think there’d be a limit
to the light emitted
by a pair of eyes
but NAH
the scintillation-rich
soul window panes
are FIXED inside her skull
my heart’s a palindrome
for this owl
it holds in high regard
no matter how it’s shown
its power FLOWS
abounding
by and large
it behaves as if time is paused
an unwavering sideways jar
filled with sand
so still
it can’t be spilled
OR pantomime a fall
love that never dies at all
a sea of swordz
so finely sharp
that even under penalty
of infinities
their tide will not be dulled

the waves extend beyond their shores
etheric flames sent flying forth
spooky action at a distance
magick semper fi’s the source


we are trees

our mind’s the branches
twigs
and leaves

our spine’s the trunk

our nerves
the roots that span beneath

the soil is the planet
we must toil through
with anarchy
until its land is forested
with evolution’s canopy

her beauty is clarity
an aura blooms
one can’t believe

my entire world is fog
its blur removed
by amber chi

the light produced
as those eyes of hers
suffuse volcanic beams
is only dwarfed
when this moon-anthropomorph
expands her cheeks

sometimes i can FEEL her smile
even when it can’t be seen
NOTHING
makes me feel more powerful
than when i see her dance with peace
but
at the same time
it’s like

i’m some sort of phantom creep

simply ‘cause i express a TRUTH
that WON’T abandon ME

these are things
you may not understand
love’s MOST UNCOMMON hidden tongue
but i just speak a language
that my heart invented
with its sun
it doesn’t matter
if the light
that reaches a planet
is dim or none
a body still revolves
around its star
when eclipses come
the orbit may be long
pitch black
but i face it head on

that’s how i’ll survive
if i tried to hide
i’d be dead wrong

dreamweaveher(prod. by eczein)

written by stranded and om

performed by stranded


NEARLY this ENTIRE verse was derived from things om said/wrote......shared......or played a role in somehow


prod. by eczein




the field was a dotted scene
silhouetted with olive trees
the reluctant prophecy
where a poet’s blood
will decide to sing
of mice and men
a makeshift firing squad descends
semiautomatic
projections of astral sidearms swim
through a moonless night
where bullfighting defiant twins
a teacher
and a pajama-laden charismatic writer’s
life will end

in these foothills

absent of good will

as they’re put to death
in some respects
time stood still

woman in an inkblot
a remarkable image thrives
thoughts are synthesized
it’s not unlike walking in the sky
magick is symbolized
like her spectacular sigil’d eyes
it is FELT
like the beauty of nature itself
just CRASHED into your mind
the summoning of molecules
this is the only dance i do
my thoughts engulf organic food
the worlds i walk are xanadus

an oracle detects the spark
in a horrid stretch of dark
you can’t avoid the light
when the torch is a totemic heart
two cobras indicate
a metamorphosis is set to start

in a way
their fangs behave
as inflorescent darts

transformation blossoms
each branch
serrated occum’s’
for those who self-examine
every tangent’ll vaporize ‘em


my spirit
like unbrading[adj.] rope
disappears into flames of smoke
like an arctic fox
in the process of changing coats
my reality is saturated
as her patterns take control
her atmosphere
a series of chrysalids
that reshape our souls
i has a great appreciation
for the pillars
i create with om

it’s through tiny miracles
that our communication grows
she’s appeared as hummingbirds
and owls
in a befuddled blur
exists as every woman
there will be
is
and ever was on earth

we’ve learned to bloom
beyond ourselves
and rediscover birth
and reemerge
much improved
like zhylaw
from the underverse
the power
of the very energy
that makes us who we are
the inherent clouds
that integrate
and inflate our fuselage

we’re force carriers
our building blocks are bosons
worlds away from our outer shell
our pillars wander rogue skies

she broke through
as movement quickened
behind my closed eyes
found me in my dream
and omsmithed a symphonic goldmine

atomic fireflies
synchronize as constellations
old night communicates the future
through a private language
omnidimensional telepathic truth-amalgamation
a puzzle’s solution
blooms
within the vacuum of hydrostatics
lost
in the eyes of those
who aren’t astute
in their observations
are souls
who’ll never gaze upon
the fruit of such pollinations

etheric winds were blown
seeds of pyramids were sown
you’ve often remarked
that i SEE you

your blood begins to flow

secret streams
beneath the dreams
of a kindred tone

carried whispers
for the NEED of a specific stone

from there
those whispers became screams
that transcend their home

across dimensions
to be received
where they’re meant to go

a glow
woven
from the thread
of a binary loom
a barren planet
snared
by a pair of its most cherished moons

i’m VERY grateful
for the satellites i wear
bestrewn
with such rare perfumes
that only leave the heir/air IMPROVED
i routinely endure
the mature impact
made by fluttered wings
and instinctively condense fact
from the vapor of subtlety
in a multiverse of only surface
i voraciously hunt for DEEP
an empath
while others sleep
i’m awake to what’s underneath

psymultaneousutterance(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  brown robe

verse 2:  stranded

verse 3:  p. wrecks

verse 4:  silntz



beat:  warlock poems




verse 2: [stranded]

defiance dilates
pupils awake
a pride inflates
we rove
in search of prey
mass graves
that which stimulates
the mirror
that is a lake
to truly understand
what it is
that their reflection indicates

one must inundate

immerse themself
into the whole
of their authentic truth
begin at the root

and spiral to higher altitude
the sky invites this flower’s bloom
exotic pollen clouds
rain hypnotic blossoms down on you
the horticultural ghosts
that haunt tomorrow’s garden
BOO!!!
potent soil
that only immortals shadowander through
a cryoplasmic loop
the way curved
like the contour
of a saber tiger’s zygomatic tooth
swirling
like the labyrinthine form
of a fractal-hypercube
this is the branch
on which i travel
its sap subsumed
an arduous path
i adapt
after contracting wounds

reconfigure my exacting moves
the difficult maneuvers applied
with turn on a dime aptitude



verse 3: [p. wrecks]

lantern raised
to cast the same glance
whether spiderling or lizard king
weaving past the drainage canals
cobble trailed
you can almost see the sliver of space
beneath her veil
leaking a stream of quills
into quilts of tear drops

it takes no additional tact
to find where to emphasize
and still not

one response
from the mechanized wild life
she sat on an awkward nest
of her belongings
scrawling the passers by
they didn’t understand it yet
but the envy
is in the hiding in reflection
of mistaken disassociation
staring dead eyed
as reminiscence
the moth and the dragonfly
conversate
next to an animated pile of bones
dip into skull
’til brush is full
then
sumi one stroke
summarize the bridge’s demolition before
before beyond the capacity of knowing
picket line dollar sign casualty
vacant tenants
lake of monoxide
under a moldy moon
i described my own revelations
sunken freighter realization
intercepted sincerity

sampling the sound of beetle wings
pinned inside a shadowbox carapace
sound system of typewriters down a long haul
long hollow underwater cavework
in clay
so the tides reinvent the alignment of the tiles
changing the realm’s purpose
toward downward strides
for
beneath these lurking laylines like landslide


amongst the summit
listened close to encompass



verse 4: [silntz]

to bear the crux’s encumberance
is to bear the lust of its puppets
to summits of the skull’s corruption
self-destruct
and again walk amongst them

plunges to penumbral’s subtle clutch
disrupted by the shuttered suns
upsurging induction
when the equinoxes’ purges cometh

the blur of the seraph’s abrupt justice
flux
when the herd is culled
by the incubus’ touch brushes
the slumbered
uncultured pneuma’s substance

progenitus of mundus
has come to encompass
the veils erupted
summons the seven thunders
the earth tears asunder
fed to its endless hunger

the archeus floods me
through ursula major’s framework
hail anima mundi
salvation to the kingdom coming
wayfarer’s prayer
for the elapse of man’s nadir

the dream stele
beneath where the sphinx kneels
the three kings
reveals the link
between the good shepherd of fields
and the solstice’s circuit
around nirn’s circling wheel

you disturb the ancient temple of enlil
pillage artifacts as you pass

i sit back and watch the cavern collapse

sireniformstarcloud(prod. by il brutto)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  zodd the immortal

verse 2:  stranded



prod. by il brutto




verse 1: [zodd the immortal]

skies erase
soon as i slumped in
clouds decayed
the devil smiled in my face
saw the guardian of heaven’s gates
it was satan
he let me in
betraying faith
he couldn’t break from sin

he stayed
to have a conversation
with those demons
that draped him
his goal is gold

his soul is forsaken
old fragrance
of ohh no!one
ever forgave him

cold to the touch
skin like an alligator’s
breaking

shootout in heaven’s ballroom
many lives were taken
demons awaiting
as he climbed to sleep
afraid
at night
late
it kept him awake
he can’t take the faces he sees
when he closes his eyes
the image woven inside
swollen eyes
leaked sullen cries
they fall like angels
hear them pray to die
my rhymes got enough energy
to make a spaceship fly
koan
that’s the sacred tribe
shake your face
to this hateful vibe
bow
and put your fucking mouth
on a rifle
and take your life
or stick your neck out
and watch me smile
as a blade just slice
you take fate’s advice
twice
and call me in the morning
okay
thank you
bye


he gave up everything
for the pain and suffering
the hours are terrible
but at least the pay is nothing
he gave up everything
for the pain and suffering
the hours are terrible
but at least the pay is nothing

her leg was made of glass
the glass was full of beer
didn’t seem to have a fear
but she was sad
and that was very clear
she remembers her lost love
he still whispers in her ears

the words are sincere
she ain’t delusional
when she hears it
she never aged
she stayed the same for many years
one night
she couldn’t sleep
she peeked out the window
in tears
the wind blows
as she wonders if she’ll ever see him
it felt like he was near
why she never had to visit him
at the mausoleum
it was constant grieving
but that feeling went away
with the days
his presence started to fade
his soul began to disappear

she dreamt about him being there
she felt him breathe
in the air
and in her dreams
is where a few more moments
were allowed to be shared
but
she’d remember death
and wake up screaming in despair
he really loved her
so another motherfucker
couldn’t even compare
that deep stare
the longing
completely unaware of her surroundings

this ‘once upon a time…’
has no ‘happily ever after’


i’m the ghost
you see in hopeless dreams
devoted demons
spoke with meaning
i’m focused

eyes gleam
like the ocean breathing

in a full moon
with no clouds
and the flowers in full bloom



verse 2: [stranded]


…the sky is so proud

mermaid singing in the rain
her song
a perianth of pain
whorls evolve
an errant grave
where she learns to WALK

mesmerized
in my heart’s world
i exist
absorbed
i gently swirl
in a disorienting eye abyss


sky fish
leptocircini tribe
adrift

green dragontail
magick butterfly twists
haunted
by a force
horizon eight
her voice precipitates
he’s smothered
by the moon
where her true lullaby originates
(if)
love’s the final wound

he suffers a satellitic fate
of all that he’s been binded to
NOTHING so aptly integrates
the lampshade that befell
roptera meges
serves as a stranded grey cell
to his microcosmic
light-exotic species

trees are stars of sorts
far more than what can be seen

while what lies beneath
creeps
i’m ionized by each leaf
mountain of bewilderment
statues of natural 13375?3@!<
as life astounds
i somehow
ascend descending-steep peaks

edit the cartography
cytherian volcanic bloom
intraplate extension
dimensions inflate
through mantle plume

ignited by spirit
divine chimeric amplitude
this chemical fire
lights a diapiric candle fuse
abrupt illumination

shadows in the mirror
glisten
subtle hallucinations
stagger into my field of vision
momentary glyphs hover
sigils of a truer path
unfold and recoil fast
but subtleties don’t elude my grasp
i’m able somehow
despite the complexities
to do the math
although my peek behind the veil
is brief
i’m never too detached
i’m connected
but my sense of connection
MAY be wildly flawed
‘cause i’m profoundly drawn
to someone
who doesn’t want me around AT ALL
still
i feel the tug
of anti-entropy within my blood
the reflection in my mirror
is vampiric
but it’s REAL AS FUCK
a hermit age silence
reverberates in my iris
the certainty
that lurks
beneath the purr
of sacred eyelids

a parasol
that somehow focuses
the glare of stars

provides a light
that’s quite particular
like aerosol

a pleasant warmth
i metamorph
into a higher self
the sky is ashed
with the pyroclast
of my melancholic shell
while in most cases
people are incarcerated
by THEMSELVES

in my case
i’m not the architect
of my own hell

wings and wands
a cluster in the distant sky sparkles

if planet earth
has a hearse
they can ALL carpool

what
you think
‘cause you’ve been hearing me
speak of love OFTEN

that i don’t STILL want human beings
to be stuffed in coffins

selfish
parasitic caterpillars
undercauldroned
need to get back in their chrysalises
they’re not done evolving
i myself DEVELOP
my endoskeleton cracks

my mind expands
and then commands
its shell to grow back

i wear my old skulls
on my head
in a stack
enduring horrible illusions
with my head still attached
mad
i roam a rabbit hole
whose denizens rap
psychedelic waffle cone
melanoleuca cats

occulted
by the absence
of respect and appreciation

obstructed
by patterned neglect
and such deep abrasions
my place in my heaven
my aspect
within leo
tainted

suffers
perhaps
a perpetual deviation
but despite being eclipsed
his light tirelessly emits
a halo
that’s still adrift
above an angel
whose wings were clipped

the true gard/e/n
whose roots
are always blossoming
his love
the star
that blooms in his heart
can not be dimmed

noisycircles(prod. by isaiah opatz)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  ben lowder

verse 2:  stranded



prod. by isaiah opatz



song is from ben lowder's album 'standoffish refuge'.....available at the following link:

https://deadorchard.bandcamp.com/album/standoffish-refuge




verse 1: [ben lowder]


who’s out there

i hear you

do you hear me


engulfed in white light
it never ends
i hold my life
like my best friend
the soul is finite
on the death of ben
holographic notions
where i die inside
what heaven drips

saving grace’s animal touch
i wait for the day
when i don’t have to have a crutch
the actual non-egoic
ominous totems
i’m a fragile
throbbing poet
locked in this poet
meaning astral throbbing focus
isn’t necessarily god at its mostest
shadows of obvious ghost phlegm
one of the oneness
of the godness of emotion


life gets so fucking real
being alive is mindful
and nothingness is how you heal
with that being said
i’ma rap ’til i’m dead
like i’m not dead now
with a bash to the head
and the casual regret
of the opposite of now
visions of invisible shapes of life
there is no individuals
it makes me cry
life is as empty
as embracing ageless sky
sometimes i try to figure it out too much
‘cause i’m a slave to why
in and outs of true love
shame tastes like time
i send out juju
to fake universe creatures
like humans
eat drugs
except i’m only in a cage
in my mind


awaken
to a deadpan
tragedied place
like ancient breath
trance
shadows of grace
today
i’m just going to let the information
of the astral
fade
‘cause what i’m trying to collect
is just dust particles
of a heaven
no one could ever actually make
still just trying to find the headspace
to feel ok with what’s lost
slimy deadweight
distilled
in the pain of god
there’s a million ways to love
and it still feels like my brain’s in knots


nothing to prove
but eager to write
the sun and the moon
all the freaks in the sky
rubber cocoon-like feelings
that i’m always going to die


i can be brave
it hurts to learn how
we are not safe
burning in doubt
the body is sacred
the earth is too proud
i’ve been impatient with my hurt
since i was a child
actually
i’m a really nice person
i really care about every person
that’s ever smiled

i am despair
god makes me shiver
i am aware
of the ominous zipper
isaiah’s white squares
talk to my spinning
dayish nightmares
as awkward as benjamin
just stay with me
as i prepare to launch off
to the infinite
i never fucking mean
to be over-holy
i just want to truly take care of my body
while i’m still fucking in this shit
i just want everybody
to truly take care of their bodies
while they’re still fucking in the shit

nothing to prove
but eager to write
the sun and the moon
all the freaks in the sky
rubber cocoon-like feelings
that i’ll always be alive

nothing to prove
but eager to write
the sun and the moon
all the freaks in the sky
rubber cocoon-like feelings
that i’m always going to die





verse 2: [stranded]


malexistence
subdimensional
unconventional misfits
running amok
under the construct
of what lies just outside
of your limits

calibrate your eyes
to beyond the skies
let each iris fly
what lies behind the disguise
will radiate
quantum miles inside

devour your interests

entangled
in the immense strangle
of an exemplary angel
sent to me
as a reflection
of my own energy
transmitted through a digital cable
a propensity
for complimentary angles
a natural tendency dangles
from the communion
of two souls cruising
through the folds
of this bold illusion
they come and go
like the ebb and flow
of evolution

destined to reconnect
when they see fit next
not a bit more
or a bit less
and whenever they once again met
it was as if there was never movement
the smoothness
of their dissolution
is only rivaled by its restitution
such encounters act as an exit
an assonant nexus
a years of light fast
life raft from the wreckage
zooming
raging like fires
mired in retribution
taken to higher and higher levels
like the breadth
of our ether’s pollution
thanks to the defiant efforts
of the dumb
deaf
and blind
negligent humans

meanwhile
an eyes of horus
pineal forest
where high velocity
mitochondria flourish
designed by the likes
of a hybrid
dark/light consciousness florist
blossoms
despite the soil
not being suitable
to properly nourish
blooming to heights
comparable to comets in orbit
plotted on courses
through galaxies
that have not been recorded
with love as an abnormality
how can this reality
not be distorted

but with the likes of orvega
on the way
to become the particles
that constitute the future’s sworn savior
a multitude of thoughtful youth
colluding
to make the world greater

i can release
a sigh of relief
with the undying belief
that this truth
will be performed later
naturally selected
evolution of a species
destined to primarily
both distribute and absorb data

so until then
i’ll just play
with this molecular clay
putting forth
my best effort to shape
appreciating any peace
that i may catch on the way
even though
it perpetually teeters
on the edge of a grave
always threatened
by humans’ nature
to so effortlessly ever betray
so desperate to consume the light
that improves their life
that
in the process
they extinguish the flame

ademoninexchange(prod. by m/ c0s1d0)

written by stranded and om

performed by stranded


this ENTIRE verse was derived from things om said/wrote......shared......or played a role in somehow



prod. by m/ c0s1d0




a nightmare carries her
her movements lost in the wind

as the moon and stars
illuminate her marvelous grin
a dream wakes him
from reality
it’s conjured away

ignited
his eyes flutter
sacred gossamer flames
these wings
rooted in the ashes
of his prior disdain
he flies the coop
that would trap him
the rem’s sky
breaks his chains
his soul nourished
by how gracefully
she rides on the waves
that ripple
from the ocean
vocalizing his pain

so often
the architects
won’t acknowledge their eyes

the vision
that they provided
for such marvels to rise
such brilliant stars
obscure themselves
far too modest to shine
for
even the most expert
of craftsmen
simply follow designs
magick wanders through time

indifferent to when

it exists
both now and there
both here and then
where only spirit lives
the omnipresent gravity well
the all-encompassing dimension
that attracts and repels
are you open or closed
to the answers
only gnosis beholds
the unknown
illumined by a lantern
in a solsticial pose
is this the truth
of a planet
that so hopelessly glows
or just the musings
of a phantom
with a ghost of a soul

translucent meditation
sparks the light we consume
ancestral drums
made from the shadows
of their ruins
kaboom

we embrace the moon
taste the gentle rays
it exudes
and shape our world
the way the dark city strangers
would tune

then cape and broom the sky
those vibrations balloons
a winged reflection
of the sacred echo chamber that blooms

an oasic resonation ensues
an aligned harmonic tone
a single hum is composed
from an anti-entropic loam
we reap the tranquility
that blossoms
the labyrinth of light
that explodes
the elaborate fate
of a collapsing star
when a shadowalkingstick’s sown
the horticultural significance
is equivalent
to all that is known
of the degree
to which
wolves
impact and augment their home


everything and nothing
we’re already aware

buried in our future
is a wealth of repairs

may the measure of our growth
overwhelm our despair
as we discover
so much more
of our ‘self’
that is there
we’re aliens
our hosts are prisons
spaceships with no ignition
far too many fools
marooned
capitulate of their own volition

their hearts should beat
with such passionate vibrations
that their will to escape
alone
would shatter their rib cages
one should follow their fascination
dive into imagination
explore their mind
to find
what provides their soul
with approbation
a simple step
to a seemingly inaccessible destination
like the balance achieved
with the application
of patterned [in/ex]-halation

soothing
like the movements
of bees on a massive hive
a sort of cymatic-like
synchronous performance
of splashing vibes

waves that tumble forth
in swirling scattered tides
that morph
like the black designs
on rorschach’s disguise

surveilled
through the eye of a soul
a pair of owls

mysteriously
hear the sacred tone
of an errant fowl

one becomes a blur
or perhaps
the two of them are merged
scanning
their flight frantic
as they hunt what they’ve heard

they complete their task
her face obscured
as she is reached
at last
this indistinct bird
seems to prefer to be her mask

circle
cross
square
the energy builds
the power coming off what she shares
is giving me chills
such a pleasant sensation
with a sinister feel
not sinister as in sinister
but sinister still

her passenger
pure magick
my window unsealed

i’m curious
what sort of blade
the wind will reveal
the face sculpted
from the bird’s crazed convulsions
wasn’t hers
but
the revelation
of her identification
went undeterred
i can’t adequately express
my appreciation
for what she stirs

somehow
she has a distinct inclination
to summon words

this is a shadow play
cast by an omphalos flame
an oracular display
on a wall
that this track portrays
she’s pyrokinetic
she performs
the alchemical storm
that melts what he absorbs
and so elegantly pours

the beauty
is in the roots
that developed within her core
as they bloom
the atomic composition
of her elements are reformed

lost
in inseparable sparks
obsidian roars
she can’t see the moon clearly
so she must lift up her sword