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
Saturday, November 16, 2019
Friday, November 8, 2019
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
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
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