Friday, January 11, 2019

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







Sunday, January 6, 2019

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