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