moonflakes(prod. by axphykz)

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


prod. by axphykz



butterfly nest
the hands aren’t what you think they are
the wormhole
is a waffle/pancake hybrid
that shapes a jar
in the times
our mirror breaks
and we’re being swept away
it’s hard
however
it means we’ve healed
from our wounds
if we’re laced with scars

for
it’s these pillars we create
that make us strong
the brilliance
that awaits
those resilient
who face the shards
i vanish
as i stand before a mirror
and stare for miles
peer amid the chaos
disappear into my inner child
a lilac[adj.] rose
rules the sky alone

sails the spiral
how it feels
to wear the bright corona
of a single smile

love eternal

the rainbows of a sun
supernal
my sky’s a masterpiece
each day
my cosmos paint another mural

i gaze in awe
the horizon V!BRANT gratitude
the radiant collage
of the magick
that acts as my moons
the clouds behave as sacred runes
the power of all that ensues
a specific light
only photosynthesized
by empathic roots
i resonate with natural truth
the layers of my mask remove
but evaporate
when ‘frank’
is not a tessellating attribute


the brain’s damaged
with the heart
when the soul’s impaled
the fate of one
who bears the weight of tons
that aren’t below the veil
just know
there’s nothing more important
than to know thy self
and the reflection’s quite obscured
for those
who hide behind the blur
they show themselves
so keep your ojos genuine
don’t deceive your retinas
the moon is exudative
of how beautiful reflection is
so resolve to see reality
despite what your perspective is
be honest
when you’re scanning
be organic
not impetuous
don’t let your surveillance
be a frantic frame of reference
when you consume
surrender to what nature blooms
collate with deference

the truth’s adorable
even when it’s sorrowful
‘cause it’ll never unexpectedly
decompress into tomorrow’s wound
i keep it sheathed
in hopes to never see my sword removed
even though it seems
it’s only ever peace
until the war resumes

i do all i’m able to
to ensure that door is glued
but when i must
i blow off the dust
and do what zorro do

for
it’s all energy
and i’m intimately made aware
that rather pitifully
the way that i vibrate is rare

the anatomic traits
all instances of empathy
innately share
all involve evolved rotating renderings
of the same square

i see the swirl
the beauty that deeps the world

and i choose
not to intrude
on the intriguing whorls