anticloud(prod. by perspectiveprime)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by perspectiveprime




where’d the moon go
hiding in the anticloud
where mirrors can’t be found
but light’s inside
i feel it dance around

ricocheting
to the hush of an enchanted sound
the growing disappearance
of a suicide
a phantom smiles

shadows stalk
the many labyrinths
that we have to walk
but they don’t denote danger
they’re only a language
that matter talks
just consider nature
and the hidden place a flower starts
invisible
that silence sparks beauty
not anticipated

it’s perspective
of the vantage point
of any given nexus

that decides if light
can or cannot be detected

i myself
am guided by a certain magnetism

i resonate
with the concurrency of magick’s rhythm
the window through the spine
and the medulla
peeking through the blinds
observing the serpents
and the curves
with which
the two will intertwine
i conjure destiny
by simply not neglecting ME

i pay attention
to the subtleties
of my heart’s every beat
the eloquent mirage
a spell of elegance will concretize
the liberating fruit
the innovative truth of knotted vines

a cosmic wishing well
the weight of vibrant glimmers swell
these pinpricks inundate the sky
their constellations ensorcell
the iridescent interstellar pulses
umbral pillars brace
our love buds within
reveals the fate
of what we will create

where’s this boat sailing
feathers are this river’s banks
its plethoric colors illustrate
the bold reflection that our mirror makes
it was beautiful where we spent the day
she didn’t see my face
but saw a red fox ricochet
taking pieces of her fish away
different time
different place
strewn bodies
seemingly my food
all he saw was blurs
zooming by
as they would be removed
he woke up
but i went on
to flee a slayer
i was peaceful to
betrayed
by a trace of hemoglobin
on a single tooth
i had no desire
to inflict upon her
any harm
so i evaded her attempts to kill
and chose not to respond
in addition to my blood
from minor wounds
i trickled wit and charm
sad
‘cause i knew
if we could just chill
that we would get along
she thinks
that i don’t think she’s strong
EYE think she’s never been so wrong
but then she also thinks
because i see her strengths
that i don’t see her flaws
ironically
THAT’S her being wrong
and i see that
like i see it all
it’s sad
‘cause she can’t seem to get
the theme that creeps beneath it all
if the me she sees
ain’t really me
then there’s no reason
for a we at all
she’s drained
‘cause my reflection
in her eyes
cannot be seen at all

and i don’t even have fangs
this is so disorienting
so many stories blending

the garden has florist envy
one can get lost
when the metaphors
and worlds
are plenty
walk into each copse of trees
and leave
having seen the forest EMPTY


i tend to close my eyes
and see what’s really visible
i need to heal from many wounds
that’s why i feel so miserable

being empathetic
i can’t just pretend
this planet’s peace
so i decide
to do my best
to fix the things
my hands can reach
worldwide
camo leaf’d
praying mantids creep
in shrubs
a blur
where they’ve beheaded and eaten
seven species of hummingbird

mindanao gum

rainbow eucalyptus
nature chews up a tree
and blows a beautiful bubble with it

this is the sort of magick
you would have
if wands were EVERYWHERE
lost in the eclectic stare
only the intrepid wear

how is it
that a shadow
with eyes
inferior to what they see
is able to recognize
the sacred mirrors
that lie underneath
deep in the abysses
of extraordinary light sources
he sees
what are black holes to ordinary eyes
as BR!GHT torches
somehow
these flames themselves
the auras they ignite
enormous
are blind to the majesty
of their vibrant firelight’s performance
we THR!VE together

help each other ply our efforts
CAR!NG
operation wilting-dry-but still survive the desert

the night endeavors
to highlight the life
that’s not been weathered

who knew blue moons could be
such delightful tethers
these quiet embers
are magick satellites i TREASURE
so while their wings collapse
i strike a match
to reignite their feathers

unreal
i can’t express how truly grateful i feel
to be allowed
to see what flowers
hidden space can reveal
the organic urge
to liberate what is sealed
i am stranded on earth
but levitate on appeal

thaumaturgiccompression(prod. by klinging swordz)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by klinging swordz




a goddess speaks to me
in the body
of an oscillating frequency
her vibrations modulate
and seem to conjure magick
needlessly

routine enchantment
the byproduct of such a deity
beauty dancing
across my horizon
constructs my evening
the moon conducts its phoenixing
renewing its cycle
syzygy
any aspect of the satellite
being sunlit

dwindling
shadow becomes the centerpiece
plunge in
beneath the umbral shroud
take off the crown
wipe off your brow
be humble as opposed to proud
cleanse beneath the rubble
of your prior self
that tumbled down
the rain that fell
and rises to the sky again
once was a cloud

i give thanks
to the light
that finds its way
into the cherished hearts

and (i) bear the mark
of one
who is grateful
that they’ve inhaled a spark
i profusely assail the dark
with an entire quiver
of lucent arrows knocked
as the true equivalent of cupid
shooting in a paradox
the sorceric whispers
of a primordial wizard’s dialogue
these conversations in his mind
involve the voice inside his heart

i choose to be there
for those i love
whenever hailed
and never fail
doesn’t mean i don’t
just means
that i give my best avail[able]

i sensed the need
to place my energy
in a crescent jail
to join its gibbous
to form a finished trinity
with its vessel
veiled

quantum mechs
on a quest
to the farthest stretches
of the starry depths
to cause effects
on its subatomic specks
true intentions
the blossoms
that bloom from their hidden architects
the fruition of a garden
the roots of which
are bridges
that cross all clefts
great divides
traversed
despite the hurdles
of space/time
instant transmission
two fingers placed upon the mind
draws all curtains
draped
on pandimensional borderlines
when you’re fueled by flames
of otherworldly planes
you can’t ignore the drive

my heart gives off
auric darts

a phantom porcupine
my love’s a plant
that wraps who it belongs to
in its gorgeous vines

immortal hug
the embrace that rivals destiny
the complex webs we weave
can’t be brushed aside so readily
there’s a bond
that’s what connection means
such a thing
will never volatilize
so apathetically

it takes effort
to sever
those adherent to your soul
or
a substantial shift in the elements
of the character you know

geordi la forge
i see the rainbows
that the world ignores
read a spectrum
a perspective of a flower
that’s more obscure
that not only accounts
for the calyx
but forms the thorns
latent corridors
inflamed
by engaging absorptive orbs
that see in a way
that reintegrates
even vaguely apportioned swarms

a confluence of truth
the bastion of actuality
of all humans
those who imagine
are abnormalities

i collapse into a thousand dreams
and seldom wake with memories
they melt away progressively
the second my eyelids levitate
i find myself blind to yesterday
similarly
i find myself
the dream
that someone else has had
but
why would melting
not be what one expects
on an unselfish path
so

i still open myself up
like an umbrella stab
unyielding
i won’t be relegated
by overwhelming sadness
i mean
i feel it
but i don’t let it
alter my genetic ladders
i won’t stop being who i am
just ‘cause it offers an advantage

i will not let pain
that i endure
effect what i’m about
pixelated boneyard
where death is not quite pronounced

some choose to see
an opportunity
for life to sprout

what moves beneath
a ruling peace
with an undying crown
pyroclastic clouds

what rumbles underneath
an om
a deep drone
allows
what i encounter outward
of what keeps my soul
despite vibration
to see its oscillation
reach an even tone
obsidian
turn the darkness
you experience
to exquisite stones
tinted glass
from which
the images being mirrored back
reveal a glow

the beauty instilled below
despite what it is shrouded in
reflected in the attitude
that’s required to house a grin


it must be in you to ascend
to be an alchemist

no matter what you come across
that brings about a shift
without what’s in YOUR heart
your transformation won’t amount to SH!T
so
be careful not to discount
the role
that you yourself must play
for
without you
the impressions made
would not beset the clay
you’d be nothing more
than an amorphous lump
bereft of shape
if YOU were not assertive enough
when stirred
to resonate
YOU must contribute
to your stimuli
to hear an echo roar
to harness the flutter
your REM provides
you must press [record]
sometimes
the magick
is all in how my head explores
and using my heart to charge them
the sigils are my metaphors