Friday, March 29, 2024

near(prod. by zen studentz)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by zen studentz




shadowalk through a veil
a lateral plane
intellect wanders this realm
interstellar dolphins and whales
and desert life pursuing the ever elusive autumnal grail
buttons need to be pushed
catastrophic fail
bijuu with eleven tails
strength of both heaven and hell
is ascertained
and compressed in a shell
captured
an immeasurable spell
unfathomed sorcery
a vortex of swirling speech absorbs the beat
the alarming force that seven arms with swordz achieve
we lash out at worlds that seek to keep thoughts quarantined
and beat them within a quark of being
the very edge of gone
astral cerebellar cephalopods
lords of a pituitary echelon
lurk

where monsters emerge from an iridescent pond
a kingdom that is at once near and very far
the charm of waking
and escaping your atmospheric bonds
wings agape like etheric gods
at one with dragons like eragon

[altruistic corpse
rattlesnake maraca sword]
the ^ brilliance that is lord labyrinth
shall be accounted for




 

 

Monday, March 25, 2024

coccygealprey(prod. by deeare)

 written and performed by stranded


prod. by deeare



angelic pseudomorphs
wings comprised of foolish thoughts

blindly seen through the eyes of a moonless corpse
undying lucid torch
confined in human form

somnambulist

humans decay
because their vessels are inadequate
they can't handle the pressure within expanding them
imbalanced ratios
amalgamate/explode

disappear
and reappear miles away from home

to be inside and stay
the soul must find a way
to align its waves with a spiral made of gold

the unrequited ways of old
that hide away in holes
that represent
the fact we don't remember shit

i hate humans
because their clueless ways are separatist

i don't communicate with human race messages

to me
they're nothing more than evolution-based vestiges
a few mundane steps
to get to the planes
next
on which
each is an adjacent apex to drift
reached
with 7geometric-grade
vector shifts

meditation
to a [get away] specialist

shinobi
smoke bomb
prolong

integument

a bubble that's so strong
no photon could get in it

miroku's hand in reverse
i stand within
perched
with stone-like resolve
pushing bullshit away
like nagato
with his palm
i've been alone for so long
that i know where shadows go when they're gone

and having said that
my nose isn't long

on occasion
i open my arms
but i'm like the creatures on beastmaster
who squeeze and secrete acid until your bones are dissolved
indifferent from the constriction of an ophid with claws
my embrace is unbreakable for those in my heart






Wednesday, March 20, 2024

calealenses(prod. by zen studentz)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by zen studentz



i dive in
worlds spin
everything that happens
is the result of atom-sized whirlwinds
how is it that insignificant specks
initiate such significant steps
because their insignificance was determined by observers that didn't give them respect
the fundamental nature of life itself
is to unify
and move like a belt
thinking minds
synchronized
will help
during blinks of eyes
time will tell
it's insane how many times things alive divide their cells


planets descending into an orbital drain
their sun is the flash of their system exploding away
imagine if this is only a day
but being inside
the gravity just slows the decay

it is said
that light is seen long after it shines
could it be we all come an go
during AND before our world actually dies

millennia in the bat of an eye
relativity always factors in the passage of time


back to this one speck in this spiraling mess
macro versions of micro worlds fight to the death
odd data shift
a statue shifts its eyes to the left
an arachnid thoughtform spins precognitive webs
he stood guard as the shoe string dynasty slept
prepared to wrap all who trespass
inside of his thread
and poke killer klown straws in the side of their heads


big gulps
bunch of cotton candy looking dead folks
lurking near my orphanage’s orbit
that’s an insult
i’ll smack you
door is reinforced with omni-fractal dead bolts
you couldn’t pick the lock if you went IN the lock
presto

and stethoscopes are haunted by infinitely overlapping polyphonic echoes















Friday, March 8, 2024

withinafifthleafdwellsademon(prod. by lost soul)

 

written and performed by:  stranded


prod. by lost soul



...
.
i breathe

synchronous with subterranean trees

PEACE radiates from the leaves
endangered bees are cloaked with invincibility
pollen found in its flowers
instilled with chi
empower these creatures to sprout infinity

quicksand
i sink in my eyes
my dreams concretize
i blink alive
wings spring from my spine
while i die
tug of war
suffering pours
but love is MORE
a hunter forms a bond with the monster that he's been hunting for
the fugitive unable to be fettered by all gravity
perseveres through all his tragedies
with scars

happily
well
at least with an occasional smile
that erases the cloud that serves as the occultation
behind which observation is WOW’d

onlookers are gifted with brief eternities
but only if they equip what lurks beneath with swift hyperbole
magnified many times
like spyglasses capturing objects in the sky
the massive clockwork
the cosmos is
inside
but more often than not
dark matter is not identified
unfortunately
i endure the wrath of being vilified
and not being indemnified
forced into shadowalking the thinnest line
creating a blur as to whether or not i should live or die

a star that exists for the green
it gives of its beams
but

the light itself does not emit underneath

shadow cold
black hole
the desolating chasm below
although
on rare occasions
a single flower unfolds
but only ‘cause far away
a light
outside him
explodes
such beauty’s something his so[i/u]l could not power alone

there are architects
photosynthetic holodecks
authors who illustrate the blooms
by narrating the truths that their hearts express

there’s something to be said about pinpointing your destiny
years before it’s ever reached
and all of the steps between

realizing your legacy
while all your adversities travail so concertedly
in order to intercept your seeds

how a garden intends to be seen
so deftly manifested
it’s if you express what you mean
not if they understand the message
the answers don’t always have to branch from where you plant the questions

learn to appreciate the reach of nature’s random essence