written and performed by: (in order of appearance)
verse 1: rpm the brown robe
verse 2: stranded
verse 3: rpm the brown robe
verse 4: stranded
prod. by warlock poems
rpm the brown robe
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stranded
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inertial/entropy
verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]
caught him on ice
off the device light
increased
in the creases of sleeves
leaves swirl around
and then leave
his forehead’s orbit
once again he’s asleep
but dreams
are where he needs to be
if hes to succeed
find
seek
high as the sea is deep
low as the cliff’s end
bottom of his barrel is narrow
no make pretend
he feels things
he heals things
he sees within
that he contends
lower vibed gents
he shows them
the same respect
he wants to ring there necks
robe go
spinnnnnnnnnahex
i don’t think
i next
mirror neurons go do the rest
they do what buddha says
supradestined leave essence
hey,,,,
if you never let go of questions
you’ll be in a questing maze
for the thing that you’ve been wrestling
learning the lesson
with herb fluorescing
verbal blessing
they heard the reference
digressing message to test his
resilience
caress it
massive excessive
free of leaks to reach the wreckage
swinging fog lights
through the mist of december mercy rain
carpets of dark clouds in the east
welcome the servant’s name
on the ether breath
seekers pressed themselves into words
that left his lips with the secret stored
when he refrains
the moon still takes his breath away
couldn’t help his resume
put the desk away
set in ways
this man is saved
his planets anecdote
already classic
and its dope
sometimes up
sometimes a dynamic
mystic
misanthrope
verse 2: [stranded]
hurt
the missing trope is pain
drowning in clouds
a crown of tears that won’t just rain
perpetually undone
being spun
by the undertow and waves
all of my sleeves are water
loss
i’ve been altered
my carbon is flying saucer
monsters
my heart’s engulfed
with the thoughts of a violent author
trapped
i’m encumbered
steeped in the havoc
the thunder wreaks
replete
i’m what’s underneath
the light is all but extinct
bitten
by the interstellar dust
of a stellar nursery
it suffers
from CO and N poisoning
the bilocation a void achieves
each of the sides a war’s between
epicentral to an orbiting
network of vortices
i’m left enduring
the centrifugal nature
of light apportioning
there’s such an aptitude
for alchemy
with love and gratitude
the channels through which
an organic witch’s sigil magick moves
water
sacred
tied with the threads
of a cosmic language
stones that hold quantum traces
throw the whole earth
into strong vibrations
our bonds are strengthened
to more easily commune
when we’re not awakened
and evade the rules
that keep us apart
when we’re not adjacent
the moon and the evening star
share an intimate embrace
when true love and beauty apparition[v.]
they can’t be replaced
in service
his heart plants a gentle kiss
upon a ghost in space
still so very close
even though she is so far away
rare is every day
where he’s concerned
that’s just how it is
it’s just more exposed
as the waning of the anticloud
begins
verse 3: [rpm the brown robe]
the mask adjacent
to the real face
that we have faith in
oh selfish aging
don’t want so much
not to be stranger
claim it
vedic’s lauded hymn
day softening into rawkus whim
orphic or jaded
‘cause you know nobody wins
in the insolence
omnipotence
sew what you know
might help you eat the gems
where theirs deep belief
there
i at least ascend
leafs to span
depths
where the eagles loft
soar above the
nafs
the temp drops
under
the bridge of ether
dripping ice watch
the white fox
enter those who he might defer
gone again behind some crags
massive rocks couldn’t stop his nerve
nasa stocks in my parnassus thoughts
max of course
these cats try to catch his source
the land of savage swords
this pen of lords
his sense
againsttheworld
halo through his orb
nights grow longer the less i go “what’s this for?”
revive hope
design boats
intermetallic center post
episodes of his own growth
old oak in a robe quotes
in silence
while divining life
support your bios codes
he derived notes
disciples spoke
then his iris glows
verse 4: [stranded]
the virus froze
caged
quarantined in his own veins
the legacy remains
his pain doesn’t seem to age
his heart
unswayed
produces waves
the god that he obeys
the cosmic range
the scale
a stethoscope
and swallowing grenades
i find it difficult
to speak a language
no one understands
spun
my hourglass is a fan
i tumble in its sand
desert in a hurricane
eddies hurling grains
of impossibly sharp
asterisked
omnipresent shuriken blades
a ragtag collection
of bio-anachronistic remnants
lacerations
of a timeless nature
ravage his existence
an onslaught of impressions
the quintessence of shambolic imprints
the rare fusion
of emptiness and exotic sentience
the degree to which
the spectrum widens
is endless
behind gnostic lenses
you see
with the eyes of a shaman
with ayahuascan interests
cast into a realm of lost dimensions
a fate alter engine
where
as light as an astral feather
you stellarwalk within them
a product of solemn wisdom
an enlightened frame of mind
for instance
where when you are wronged
you choose not to respond with vengeance
