hyperspacebriefcase(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  rpm the brown robe


prod. by warlock poems



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy



verse 1: [stranded]


just skip
to 1:36
stranded’s redundant as shit
always talking ‘bout love
when he spits
there are times
she thinks it’s her
but it’s not
other times
she doesn’t even recognize
what he dropped
exotic knots

a torment
time does not unlock

an agonizing box
true loneliness
exists outside the confines of clocks
i’ve known a custom misery
for all of my life
but there are creatures
who have darkened my plight
with solemn light

their orchidaceous eyes ignite
blossoms pour from my clouds
the darkness softly drowned
in a corrugating tide of night
folding
like a complex
hyperspace briefcase
the physics
that lurk beneath
as quantum framework
is reshaped
the macro-decompression
of a reconfigured substrate
if you’re truly honest with yourself
there’s no such thing as love/hate(as in a love/hate relationship)
install yourself
within a roaring
waterfall of integrity
NOT lying to yourself
is YOUR responsibility
work on your heart’s agility
its resilience is exemplary
contort yourself in ways
that won’t cause pain
to your vicinity
your destination
doesn’t have to change
to counter enmity
for you to just
adjust your route
to account for empathy
if you truly feel
the world revolves around YOU
consider this

your emOCEAN’s tides
are controlled by satellitic shifts
and
in order for such a relationship to exist

you must accept
that you won’t always get what you wish

‘cause being at the center
means that everything affects you
if you’re always being modified
why would you not expect to
but that’s enough about you
let’s go back to me again
and what
to me
is the ABSOLUTE OPPOSITE of meaningless

i read the scrolls
in the soul of a woodnymph
her pleasant moonshine
FOREVER ruled my sky
with one glimpse
exotic pheromones
a lycan with a woman’s scent
while the sun denotes its absence
it’s BRIGHTER where the wolf went



verse 2: [brown robe]


following footprints
to walk a thousand years fast
if it appears vast
it is
smash the gear shaft
sixth sense
persistence
one instance/existence
know difference
day and night visions
doors open

when the spine goes online
ancient programming
scrolls probe the inner mind
couldn’t crack the code
of the soul traveler
one step past the firewall
they ran into a calendar
insight i’ve gathered up
from silent lenders
distinguished elders
sunlight in HIS presence
buried beneath

the himalayas deep

he meditates awake
knowing sleep
to be temporary keep
but he trek through

more SELF
than some guess who
except you
you get sent out for some cell fuel
draw aside
while i quest on this forest ride
light inside
so why dull the blade
on the grind
not alone on my fine path
i got my pines
and some high hats
my rhymes turn to sky maps
spyglasses
try to catch my white caps
y’all style lax
brown robe spit that high mass
fly traps

the glance
a source of gravity
magnets in attraction
but you don’t know its apogee
not a breath stirred
nobody gets hurt
the best church
robe let the bless surge
quest words
uncensored

well served
in a web search
excerpts
pull the lever
and it gets burned
the well held the belt
a hundred years of war
or more
born to soar metaphors
and level doors
chemicals form
a formula
dawn in the mind
a sacred thread in the design
return of the center
drawing lines

hislinguisticepiphanies(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by lost soul



wings flap hopelessly
in a chasm of loneliness
there’s even the absence of ghostliness

banished
i don’t exist
i collapse into smoke
the soluble ash
of a galapagos abyss
when humans approach
the animals are cold
relaxed and motionless
rainbow swimming lizards
dimly shimmer
in a futuristic shade
inviolable to danger
my doppelgänger is an empty grave
in the oasis realm
of this dragon’s lair
is the lasting stare
of empty eyes
that inhabit the air
i improvise
as i clash with despair
trapped in the confines
of a sylphine cache of nightmares
emphatic light GLARES
for
being the most honorable
of life’s wares
shadows fight fair
they allow what there is to ignite
to present a bright flare

being active
when the moon reigns
doesn’t exactly denote
a patently consumed flame
for
a shadow can move
and allow the light
absent
to bloom
into a roaring flower
with a huge mane
and a shower of truth
somehow shouts in a mute blaze

peace to jamar

and for the beat from allah
mere sparks
can steer the heart
of a deep dark beast to a star
make the shades on your soul
that are so frequently drawn
go from being open for a peek
to COMPLETELY ajar
for those who provide warmth
i APPRECIATE y’all
for
while i am most comfortable in the cold
there are times
when i need a break
to be thawed
to leave the shade
to briefly bathe in the dawn
for
a sibling orphan
is a source of strength for the strong

paradisoulation(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  silntz

verse 3:  rpm the tetragrometrom


prod. by warlock poems



rpm the tetragrometrom + stranded = inertial/entropy




verse 1: [stranded]

melancholy stargazer
darksaber swordplay
parliament configuration
tricky stigiform maze
cunning fox
love unlocks the puzzlebox’s doorway
butterflies
aflutter inside

he swirls away
his destiny far beyond the horizon
but he’s on the way
with no indication
that anything that he wants
awaits
a rainbow
compounds her halo
her crown ablaze

a lake of flowers rage
endless summer
nothing can douse her flames

her fire stoic
he’s bound in place
the most pleasant light he knows
paradise explodes
volcano mountain range
his love drowns his veins
each hour becomes a thousand days

completely flooded
he’s smothered amid the valley’s waves

it’s not her fault
that she’s a star
that surmounts all shade
he tumblewalks
in her radiant starshower’s rays

it sounds insane
but atmosphere decides how clouds behave
for him
she’s ever-present
so she never won’t amount to reign
DEVOUT!!!

the sound that’s made
by his heart
as it pounds away

his ONLY god
the love behind it
is how he prays

how very grateful
john nash couldn’t count the ways



verse 2: [silntz]

i prefer to break away
in silence
through steady gates
it’s either lift and meditate
heighten
or die and embrace decay

be mindful of your isolation
lest an ire ignites pyres of dire fate
a blight
that confines your mind
of climbing through to higher states

collide with kaleidoscopic paradises
lie awake
where time is latent
defying rates
manipulation of temporal mind escapes

horological sight delay
like an izanami iris splay
the seed of the tsukuyomi tree
perceives a dream
where desires reign

a chronologic
rapid eye panoptic daze
aloft in overcrofts
where helios streaks across a sea
of noctilucent waves

the illusive
convoluted tune
of the waltz of change
is embraced by those
with an unequivocal myopic gaze

apotheosis to henosis stage
where dystopic roads abound below
to quell your flow
are trace

i expound the gnosis
found in overgrowths of naiads’ caves
aphotic bounds
engrossed
in photoluminescent violet rays

the moon is sound asleep
underneath the tomb
of a foul grave
a nameless fog in episodic sways
oscillating in a brief melodic way



verse 3: [tetragrometrom]

there was never any doubt
as to whether he had skill
just about
how far he’d go
to keep it ill
it’s making me ill
contemplating the matter
spirit over digits
when the digits didn’t matter
watch him gather
his assembly of MOONS

giants in there own right
how can there be room

but listen
don’t even breathe a word of this
we all feel aloof to time
when the herb hit
cured this illness
with a dose of REALNESS
equanimous mind
do you know what even keeled is?
wield this translike mic
like im llenlleawg
windmill caught in your eye
like a cataract
ain’t no time to counteract
i just turned the hour back
mountain path
head for the hills
or encounter axe
recount the facts
to myself
amusingly
maybe i make this for myself
exclusively
but i believe in unity
above almost all else
from the tallest elm
to the smallest of cells
 all hells

broken loose
and were EYE deep
if you claim your woke
you can bet your wide asleep
if i could find a beat
then i would eat
my high hat
aint the faintest pulse in these fools
no live sap
arrive at
the place i set my eyes at
meet the realm head on
never bypass
heron
over the lake of blue lily
too high to ride past
reflect it musically
whats a human being
without demons and bee stings
three kings
seeking string theories

peeking in
priest thinks

then life follows suit
how’d they get this strange program to auto boot
so this what ima do
bless up a somber tune
click on my dropper tool
drop it on you marble tomb

asif(prod. by 7rinth)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  7rinth

verse 2:  sea/swordz


prod. by 7rinth



from album at following link:

 https://7rinth.bandcamp.com/album/attic-sessionz-92





verse 1: [7 arm’d labyrinth]

you won’t deny my access
to the garden
god
i’m bashing at your door
animated passion
in the grasp
and passed it
passed it to a corpse
hunched over this notebook
smoking
ashing
ashing on the floor
deranged look in his soul
captured
in rapids from the storm
god spoke and said:
“when you are psionic paul
studentz is your rival
you must settle this dispute
between the pseudonyms inside you”
tchh
as if
i like it in this labyrinth
rebels rule all
he said
then grabbed a vicodin
and smashed it
cold psychonaut type rascal
i eat humiliation
spit vicious
tinker with green glowing beakers
in the basement
face it
the undergroundedest
starving artist on mountain tips
they never showed him truth
they only help me sound it out a bit



verse 2: [sea/swordz]

flames erupt
from behind his eyes
detachment
from the realm
that’s held him captive
but as fast as this cell is shattered
it reassembles its fragments
much like how a scent
presents itself
as an indelible fragrance
an olfactive construction
a memory that’s been summoned
a sudden splash
of what is past
unabstracted

combustion
the fires that rage
in waves
untamed
ordain a symphony

this is all ok
as long as they sustain a melody
our identities
are but legs on an auric centipede
both swordz and stranded
avoid a linear course on anything
to deliberately focus
on one dimension
is pure stupidity
for
a sphere’s potential for perspective
supports infinity
perception
is at best
an inexpressible source of energy
the way we interpret things
interpolates our worlds
we’re editing

dizziedbytranquility(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by a/void


prod. by 7th galaxy



to become dark
spiral
along the spine of a spark
purple dawn
the blurred
burgeoning song
of a shadowlark
a tour within
mourning-tinged
disorienting labyrinth walk
captive heart
that can’t be caught in a cell
provides life
independent of itself
despite the fact
that it stands apart
hidden in plain sight
like the truth
revealed
in a future-filled geomantic toss
of soil
plants
and rocks

feelings dance with thoughts
congeal
in an enchanting hippocampic waltz
a bewildering loop
concealed in the goop
that spills from pandora’s box
the impudent trill of random chaos

pandemonium village
zodd hallucinates
while funeral makes gods in his image
psilocybin in hand
i’m enhanced
with the correlation of popeye and spinach
spiraling inward
through an organic hyperspace window
with the use of the mechanics
of sand colliding with winter
the reflection produced
by a panoptic transcognitive mirror
the image of who i am inside
becomes clearer
the underlying composite
kaleidoscopic chimera
spirit lamp
this galaxy’s moonlight
provides me with shivers
i can’t sufficiently articulate my gratitude
for the vibe he delivers
closed
my eyes are overcome
with the capacitive flux
of a grove of suns’ opulent shimmers
faster-than-light travel concocts
an aftershock of tachyon tremors
in the shadows
evolved
i blast off
like an asimov ninja
but i crash abruptly
my momentum
finds something adverse above me
such unfavorable matters are sundry
it seems
whenever i begin to climb
i’m quick to find
that the ladder is crumbling
however
magick is HUNGRY
and it feeds on the hearts of those
who imagine there’re such things

i am such an entity
i pirate defunct serenity
it doesn’t matter who you are
when observers construct identities
the truth is obscured
because their experiences
serve to blur what they’re witnessing
when you diverge from objectivity
you’ll find the curvature’s menacing
typically
those familiar with the burden of misery
are disconcerted and dizzied
by a flourishing surge of tranquility

such is the work of jittery
corrupt and subversive memories
when reality is colored
by what you want
it’s perverted visibly

i float in a nursery of flitting things
blanketed in the diversity
of molecular lepidopteran gossamer sigiled wings

power and magick
both surround and inhabit
my inner and outer thoracic
hidden tower
clasped in an impenetrable hourglass
horizontally established
the significantly profound schematics
of a heart
that isn’t bound by the limitations
that so habitually challenge the average
infinity spirals centrifugally
in flowery patterns
those on the receiving end
find themselves considerably
showered with atoms
GENUINE love never cowers
in the vicinity of anything
that intends to devour its passion

it extends from its island
to and through the din
of its surrounding trappings
killing the noise
drowning each dissenting voice
until its dismissive silence amasses

quiet weapons
that fall on ears
deaf to wars
that they will make sure
will not appear
only to spiral
in the vortex of the vague lore
of prior years
to inadvertently be forgotten
apathetically
by their peers

when it detects manipulation
destiny wildly veers

and CRASHES
head on
with the interloper that tried to steer
the path to understanding
is a road
the temporal lobe pioneers
for
everything in existence
consists of a vibe you hear
quivering transmitted
through whichever medium commandeers
all the secrets of the universe
are hidden inside your ears

my heartbeat from within
overlappingly echoes beautifully
imbalanced
by the lack of connection
decrescent lunacy
i pace along the great beyond
a haggard wretch
imprudently
shattered
as i accumulate the absence
i’m destined to accrete
the love i have’s
a blessed truth
that weeps
a cloud that hydrates
those who bloom beneath
no matter what
i’ll make CERTAIN
that their roots will drink
despite what the circumstances
for that to occur
might do to me
if you desire something
and don’t get it
and what’s in your heart
shifts
even a few degrees
you don’t have to be a mathematician
to know that
that’s one massive difference
between you and me
what’s in my heart
isn’t an illusion
built on what it can do for ME
what’s in MY heart’s authentic
CONSISTENT
it’s not at all attuned to greed
i pity the fool
who has never shown love
such as what looms from me
because that means
you’ve never actually known love
in its true physique
somehow
a moth produced the heat
to light a candle’s moonless beam
in order for me to bask
without having to lose its wings

there are intangible roles
we play in creatures’ lives
i cultivate
for those i embrace
so the salient seeds will thrive
for
immeasurable love
is stowed away
deep inside
and i
myself
will do whatever i must
to see it rise
because
there is an unwavering soul
at play
beneath my eyes
despite there being
no waves of energy
with which
EYE may be synchronized

oneiromanticsorcery(prod. by the hypnotist)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  shallowblur

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by the hypnotist



shallowblur + stranded = oscillating/hyper-clouds





 …my own blown hair
tearing off my voice
and the sea
blinding me with its lights
the lives of the dead
unreeling in it…



verse 1: [shallowblur]

frostbitten panes thaw
midsummer rain drops
stillbirthed opaque flaws
vague hope searched in vain for
silent graves torn
linear brain wave forms
shapeless silhouettes soar
like vapors fade
in a pale shade of snowflake blade storms
a jaded radiance dwindled
lingering faceless patience
staves gilded embraces
dancing towards empty forms
for scores of epochs
shores waves of millennial causations
distraught patrons of the veiled parade
stray to graves
etched familiar names emblazoned
the human materialization
like the manifestation of a labyrinth
on the planets faces
laced with pathogens
in its millions of passages
apertures of avarice
we grasp at that which
has no potential for nascence
dispassionate infatuation
with fleeting attachments
transient amalgamation
of the flesh's ambience
neglected didactic facets
of sapient lamentation
vestiges of ecclesiastic passages
detached from cogitation
bated breath
that which is forsaken lies in stasis
in chambers
arid
innate in traces disengaged in death
synchronistic veils
between this plane and the next
pallid angels
lacerated flesh
teetering on the edge until its halo sets



verse 2: [stranded]

he roams the expanse
of romance
that grows and expands
both into and from
the world
his heart holds in its hands
cosmic oceans
comprised of emotions
that conspire to hold her
their souls frozen
in the gnosis
of the convoluted throes
of an ongoing dance
the music they move to
blooming forth
in an immortal advance
her smile is the prize
the wealth of worlds
collected
could never tower as high
he spins her around
with the intention
her every ‘now’
is as lithe
her dress figuratively lifting
umbrella-ing out to her sides
moonshower
he accrues power
as light sprouts from her eyes
nothing means more
than seeing love surround her
inside
as long as this is what he sees
his bliss will be a sea
with a recalcitrant tide
no amount of satellites
not even thousands combined
could hope to challenge his high
he doesn’t even have to be her partner
in the waltz she spirals inside
it’s all about the happiness
that falls about her
that drives his heart to pound
so alive

it’s why he exists
he was conjured
by the wand of a witch
this undying assignment of his
is to be certain
that she will never wander a world
sublime love won’t find her within
an oneiromantic realization
he WILL observe
despite what might wish to obscure
his line of sight
in the end
this image has bored inside him
no form of blindness
could pose a threat
to this aural light being dimmed

thefifthrealm(prod. by warlock poems)

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


beat:  warlock poems



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy



verse 2: [stranded]

hyper-cloud ritual
my cypher’s sound
light corralled
my sky surrounds the brilliance
moonfire bound in a hidden loop
i devour the higher power
i siphon out of forbidden fruit
time drowns in cosmic gallons
when love sprouts
unconditional

elaborate blanket of djed
a comforter
that comforts miles away from the bed
a hunter that prowls
and preys on all threats
there’s not a smile
he wouldn’t pay for with his death
his thoughts are beautiful
despite all the swordz in his head
his walkingstick
is not support for his legs
he follows his heart
to get where he’s going
instead
the origin of his choices
never warrants regret
but the way that things unfold
leave him second-guessing
how he paved his roads
heavy darkness shrouds him
fully bound
he can’t escape its hold
but still
somehow
the umbra can’t
countermand the weight of his glow
a vanta lampshade
couldn’t damp
the candle rays of his soul
no matter how hard it is
he manages
to channel his pain into hope
not for himself
but for those he helps
he roams below the veil
of the quinultimate realm
it’s as if
from alone in a cell
he astral projects
to get to those
that he protects
cloaked in a shell
of [they don’t quite
know what they felt]
his aura’s quiet
it’s like
he’s some sort of hybrid
of a ghost and a spell

when matters seem grave
you’ll find
magick will breach the planes
they’ll be concaved

until they break
beneath the waves




verse 4: [stranded]

invade worlds
without threatening
the sacred mirror
vivid wave
we form the sound reflection
of a nascent era
the inverted branch

yamato
with no inertia damped
entire planets of forests
emerge from his hand


water and earth


with all the heart
all daughters deserve

may the eyes of every girl
have their own aurora
rather than
extensive collections
of unspeakable horrors
decay and disorder
are not innately damaging
there are certain things
that SHOULD be faced with banishment
i always stand beneath my moon
the wolf escapes the man its in
my true nature
nuitari
my sacred amulet
honored
the single flower
that blooms in my heart’s
an amaranth
the neck of the hourglass
that governs the time
this plant exists
is indefinitely turned on its side
so there’s no sand in it

eternal devotion
the subject of a permanent opus
utterly absorbed
into his one immortal gnosis
with the allure of the suction
of an inductive swirl of an ocean
an occurrence in time
a loop
that’s nunca going to be broken
doubt starves
in my devout garden
a profound darkness
that invites an intense light
that clouds soften
both gentle and bright
i ascend
like a crowned orphan
as their moisture alights
water is life
i drown OFTEN
routinely humbled
by the insights
an owl offers
unwittingly
the roots of what i’ve written
many miles of ground authored
my words spring
from a 360 degree ring
upon which
all manner
of photosynthetic green sing
but despite how talented
i may be at speaking
unfortunately
i can’t seem
to adequately describe how i see things

i live for a queen
without being a king
and guard her
with the immediate martyrdom
of a bee sting

desperatesighlens(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


hook:  stranded

verse :  rpm the tetragrometrom


beat:  warlock poems



rpm the tetragrometrom    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy



hook: [stranded]

wizards with words
fire withers
a blizzard occurs
things change
the sky disobeyed
by inquisitive birds
being discreet
they sneak
when they’re getting their worms
they venture deep
submerged
swimming
in a river of nerves

loopeyenature(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


hook:  stranded

verse 1:  rpm the tetragrometrom

verse 2:  stranded

hook:  stranded



prod. by lost soul



rpm the tetragrometrom    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy




hook: [stranded]

be not surprised
when your truth kites in the sky

stifled cries
you can hear the faintest whispers
if you squint your eyes

you has to look inside
calibrate your inner eye

centripetalize
spiral in the nethertide

be torn together
by the gravity
of who you ARE

your spirit animal’s
an image
made of several stars

a constellation
that can’t find its way
to telescopes
your ascended
misanthropic
maturated isotope

your walkingstick
ain’t made of cedar
teak
or any oak
until you find your path
i promise you
that you’re not awoke

so take a walk
beneath your bioluminescent trees
coalesce
and be the most YOU
that you could ever be

your heart will take you
to the vines
you need
to swing beyond

to teleport

the ripples can EXCEED the pond

the spookiness
associated with a quantum leap

the fluidity
with which
all things entangle underneath



verse 2: [stranded]

cyanide
an attractive glacier
that floats above
imposing gravitation
that extracts gold
from a silver tongue

uplifted
by pain
that doesn’t do what THEY claim
what THEY see
is NOT AT ALL the same
as the view EYE obtain

fires rage
at a considerable distance
inside a cave
significance hibernates
when it exists in a stifled state
that which is substantial
can’t be extinguished
such light remains
what’s inside my heart’s secure
and can’t possibly be immured
and denied its aim
a life
no carnivore can eat
despite how strong its jaws and teeth
what radiates
my light
discharged beneath
WILL find what it resolves to reach


i can’t seem to shed tears
and i’m not trying not to weep
why is it that my eyes
can’t seem to provide
their longed for release
perhaps
it’s ‘cause i do not deserve
the graft of a cathartic purge
and i must live life as a dumpster
lacking comfort
as i walk the earth

a sin eater

absent a more exalted term
who basks in exotic chromatophores
as flames of an aura burn

i thrive
in my own particular rays
of lightning bolts
waves of energetic solar rain
a blazing kaleidoscope

the way these photons behave
is way out of my control
i’m just extremely fortunate
that i’m able to synthesize their glow

beautiful creatures
peace is derived from souls
that reach out and touch you
they cut through any boundaries
space/time would pose

enveloped
in a rush of stellar dust

catalyzing shards

the druse produced
by a group of such vastly vibrant stars

the spear of destiny’s
not a weapon stuck in the child of god
it’s a string of energy
guided by the heart
whenever EYE’M involved



hook: [stranded]

be not surprised
when your truth kites in the sky

stifled cries
you can hear the faintest whispers
if you squint your eyes

you has to look inside
calibrate your inner eye

centripetalize
spiral in the nethertide

be torn together
by the gravity
of who you ARE

your spirit animal’s
an image
made of several stars

a constellation
that can’t find its way
to telescopes
your ascended
misanthropic
maturated isotope

your walkingstick
ain’t made of cedar
teak
or any oak
until you find your path
i promise you
that you’re not awoke

so take a walk
beneath your bioluminescent trees
coalesce
and be the most YOU
that you could ever be

your heart will take you
to the vines
you need
to swing beyond

to teleport

the ripples can EXCEED the pond

the spookiness
associated with a quantum leap

the fluidity
with which
all things entangle underneath

whiteroseonhergrave(prod. by rogu)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

beautiful voice:  tante meli

verse 1:  starlord

verse 2:  stranded

verse 3:  zodd the immortal


prod. by rogu



beautiful voice: (tante meli)

white rose on my grave

i’m not brave
anymore

white rose on my grave

silence
in my coffin



verse 1: (starlord)

the 7th shadow
moves graceful under moonlight
a sword fight
blood soaked lands
beyond the skyline
my mind’s eye
photographic
disperse the timeline
i light an incense
for the ghosts
at the monk shrine
my blade cuts deep
into blunt’s spine
and fly high and mighty

travel through stargate
by light beam
exciting
rhymes develop beyond the ice ring
shuriken spins reverse
unleash the lightning
it’s frightening
how i!! my crew is at writing
you biting
not surprised
feel enlightened
chomp your whole style in half
like a titan
near orion
far from home
like john crichton
my pen linked
to ufo’s and orb sightings
scripts found deep below
with stone giants
defiance
encrypted code
i seek silence
gravitate to those
who grow and spit science





verse 2: (stranded)

nanobotic saliva
a camouflage mirage
made of fire
a phantom
in flammable darkness attire
dragons scream from his sleeves
observers can’t believe
what they’ve seen
obscure photons
swarms explode
from wormholes in his palms
they swirl
in the form of a globe
inside
in the eye of the storm
alone
he absconds
pain wages war on his soul
the torment rains
and it pours
and it snows
a weathered blade
forged in the flames
that inexorably rage
in the cortical lobes
in his skull

a sword orchid rose
on a tombstone
signifies hope for the future
even though she is gone
but what does a flower
on a grave
truly know
about the road that he’s on
he himself is confused
and he doesn’t know what’s going on

there’s a scent that he sees
a synesthete
who sniffs a glimpse
on a breeze
everything shivers
some sounds are meant to be seen
her fangs sink into me
and i taste the silent pinch of her scream
rarely around
still
her presence is loud
shrill
in every inch of my dreams



verse 3: (zodd the immortal)

they find a casket
with your savior in it
children dance to my song
and enhance their psychopathic behavior
iron cast helmet
melted onto professor xavier

you’re welcome
magneto
my turn to speak
at the freak show
deceitful gladiator
degrading
self invader
he signed his name with blood
the contract for his soul is on paper
before being born
they entered hell
through a crater
the devil expelled out
well embellished in gator
his queen covered in pearls
her mouth exhaled mother nature

zodd forsaked her
the savior of all
i came to take your place
his face stirred with anger
his faith blurred
gospel hater
dark souls chamber
gods escape from their cage
as blackness fades
into a darker crater
mr. carcass departs
with a heartfelt favor
people are strange
i see my love part with danger
i’ve seen it repeat the same
over the ages
under the moonlight
the evening hangs

angels came down to earth
‘cause they thought it was safer
then they felt the presence
of his odd nomenclature
remarkable
unstoppable god breaker
the lost fragrance of love
seeped through an image
that face of hers


unforgotten

endemiclatentkaonics(prod. by legacy)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  n.s.one

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by legacy



verse 1: (n.s.one)

try relate
to a higher rate
it’s the cloud stepping
dandy proud
sound repping
tearing down weapons
glowing beams of enlightenment
flowing streams
of a heightened sense
unsensible sentence
is unconventional
convey the spiritual
behind the scene
miracle
levitating
meditate on the mountain peak
eliminating all beliefs
within a thousand weeks
infinite biography
fragment of an intricate mythology
ultimate reality
shifts with every word spoken
what is the bottle’s
exact position in the ocean
it moved
before you answered it
the adamant are cancerous
let go
realize you will never know
or the mind state’ll never grow
confined by theories and parameters
words are inadequate
the human mind cannot complete self analysis
be water my friend
never settle
truth is abstruse
men produce loose explanation
but it’s nothing more
than abstract speculation
i lack the patience
to interact with the ancient scripture
paint a picture of invisible wave length
true individuals united
undetected by the violent
living underneath modern tyrants
common pirates
who call us migrants
but i’m a child of the horus iris


verse 2: (stranded)

the son of osiris
os iris
operating system iris
you have to open it
to activate its vision’s silence
liberate its hidden content
like traveling through time
to prevent the fate
of corporations getting monstrous
trying to change
the shape of the continuum
shift its alignment
alter its trajectory
to walk into a better tomorrow
than they have ever seen
one
that they themselves
can’t be a part of necessarily

sacrifice
true devotion
like love
when authenticity
is profusely woven

it’s persisting
despite the inability
to prove the notion

it’s you sowing a seed
with no intention
to reap the fruit
the tree will produce
but rather
because of what it means to you
to see it bloom
it’s when it matters
that the object of your love
has what it needs to thrive
even if it requires your absence
to see it through

true love is one direction
it’s not something to be determined
by what’s reflected
if it changes
based on what you get in return
it must be questioned
because
such a heart’s sentiments
are disingenuous
it pumps deception
and you should go inside
for some introspection

do some self examining
if lack of reciprocity
compels abandonment
you were lying to yourself
for
the love
that you’d like to believe you felt
can’t exist

photocell(prod. by the hypnotist)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  namelessmyst

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by the hypnotist



oscillating/hyper-clouds

=

namelessmyst

+

stranded



verse 1: (namelessmyst)

counter-clockwise metamorphosis
contorting into bacterial organisms
from homo sapient forms
the swarm of a plague
invades the populace
stains
with metropolitan operas and terrains
the basis for the human enslavement
is not the constant
but flawless
omniscient gods and goddesses
fiber optic
telepathic odysseys
telegraphing cosmic dreams
like rapid optic sleep
inoculates
for this vague disease
is hate and greed
the latent seeds
that painfully germinate
amid the seams
of the imagination’s seas
human beings are only a glimpse
of sapient existences
in arrays
of vibrational transistions
to higher planes
of densities and dimensions
euclidean geometrics
reflect invisible spectrums
redirection to the solar plexus
center essence
a fixture in lessons of the hermetics
an elixir of transmutational genetics
the holy templar of the kemetic inception
the orator of mental aesthetics
chemically embellished
enveloped in levels of melanin
and emerald element sediments
species eminence
mandelbrot sequencing
analogue specimens
camouflaged troglodytes
sabotage
like global oval office espionage
false prophets with an iron cloak
choke on the pyre smoke
embrace the words from the ire’s throat
but EYE
the untold hermit
rise
with fervorous observance
climbed motionless
determined to unbind third eyes
through inward excursions
EYE am the inert storm
EYE am the sublime visage
that my words form
EYE am the light
when your eyes are blinded
and you lie dormant on life support
EYE am the force that uplifts
the kiss of the north wind
the infinite bliss
that courses within
EYE am the crystal image
of the divine light in men
EYE am the heavenly entity
the echo of infinity
EYE am man
woman
father
son
ghost
and the holy trinity
EYE am engrossed rhythmically
in tomes of gnosis
EYE am biochemically potent
in doses
EYE am the conscious form of hypnosis
EYE am that which is inactive
in the blackened synapses
detached from man’s static actions
EYE am the last bastion
redacted into fragments
from untapped astral channels
stagnant
EYE am the axiom of time lapsing
everlasting
ever expanding
spanning through millennial eras
entrancing
EYE am the vast expanse glancing
through the hippocampic glass
casting capstones
through black holes
of the pituitary gland
chanting om
stoke the divine omens
you hold inside
purified omnipotence
glows frozen
behind diamond groves
in nodes
silent
behold the flames of violet
the alchemical refinement
of the higher state of mind
cycles sublimating
to erase decaying confinements
idle
designed as the sky’s infinity
luminous blue hues
as the sun shines
imbued
with the divine identity energy



verse 2: (stranded)

realm of peace
rapid eye machine
the paradox of mechanics
quantum deep
the solstice
of the glow
of below’s topography
the conscious cortex
the first stage
to perforate this monotonous world’s flesh
the space/time warp cleft
embryonic vortex


the nascent vacuum
the sharingan swirl suggests
when an ambigram of its pupils’
opposite points connect
the illustration
of hypnotic degeneration
being swallowed in consummate dissipation
through hyper-cyclonic
higher consciousness oscillations
psychologically broadened horizonation
a mind state
with time/space unlimitation

involuntary intruders
wander the halls
of an oblong medulla
supporting the birth
of that which
would have one evolve
like a doula
you’re drawn to a future
beyond any fictitious science’s sutras
caught inside a world
where you disappear
like vessels that veer inside the borders
of the triforce
that leaves you lost in bermuda

regardless of my sorrow
i reach tomorrow
with precognitive maneuvers
while imprisoned
within a figurative bottle
of kali yuga

erroneous discordance
hinders the natural
harmonious endorphins
but only in performance
the pleasant sensation
that is more organically present
is degraded
chemically faded
expeller pressed
until everything it contains
is spoken for
and the shell that encased it
is broken and distorted

but unlike the seeds
that are destroyed irreversibly
any being
that endures this adversity
is capable of recovering
like wolverine getting surgery
life has a capacity for resilience
that surpasses the zillions
any darkness
is just light refracted
and can reignite to absolute brilliance

if i can experience anxiety
for weeks at a time
that means it’s possible
that the opposite
can materialize
so
despite how long we go
without this peace in our lives
allow your eyes to adjust
to see hope
and keep it alive
we’re each responsible
for the balance
that we achieve in our lives
it’s not what you’re given
it’s what you do
with what you receive
that decides

we’re all pixels
within this hdtv we’re inside
the image is shit
‘cause too many are fixed
on what the other pieces provide

mind your business
if it doesn’t effect
the light YOU’RE emitting
focus on how bright you can get it
and how you might provide some assistance
help someone else shine
if their fire has died
or is dimming
show them the TRUTH
of the fact
that the fuel that’s inside them
is BRIMMING
inspire them to find
what they’re doing such a good job
of hiding within them
if you have to
remove them
and stab their sockets
with the eyes that were in them
personify
what they must do with their eyes
to polish their vision

doomspeyeral(prod. by hak)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by hak



 verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]

i’m a scholar of myth
following bliss
into a hollow inside
sweeping curves of a twist
what i’m saying is this
something that exists
beyond the forest line
of our awareness
is on the fritz
and the things we tightly grip
like daily bread
there ain’t nothing wrong with this
i’m rationing the dead
and the shattered imagined things
ravishing at anything
apprenticing you to the cemetery
abundant
one too many
afraid to spend a penny
a mystic is density
’til he finds it in the melody
and shifts it from heresy
on to destiny
agony and the ecstasy
endless for the remedy
we’re playing recklessly
with the energy of the gods
we begin to see
when we accept our parts
for change has no option
when aimed at dissolving rage
and all such inhumane barricades
this the left hand written
backwards in the mirror
the way thoughts come out
then enter my cerebellum
from its source signal

before it can make the error
by believing in the mirror
belief
all that matter
secret beyond the ladder
straight abracadabra
crack in the tavern wall
opening the pattern
he drunk ’til he sobered
and fell out of the labyrinth

not so much about the wits
as it’s all about the gathering
control of the blabbering
and mannerisms
you think and stand against
but i swear man it isn’t
so follow your bliss
like the end of your own index
don’t be afraid of the door
in open pretext
within minutes
the physics make quick sense
i downright
advance forward
and spin flex
with less effort
and more impact
respect shared
we are prepared
in the face of power unveiled

inner states of being
live to change the outer
listen for a minute
and cease being a doubter

it’s infinitely hours



verse 2: [straned]

i’m a cloud in many skies

both alive and moribund
i obscure the sun
AND don’t prevent its shine
precipitate
rain
hail
snow
and acidic bonds
my thoughts
are philosopher stones
forever skipping ponds

reality ripples off
a glitch evolves
between the planes
i go inside the hole
my eyes are closed
i’m seeing things
ALWAYS losing my soul
i do and i don’t
need to change
i’m constantly steeped in pain
but i don’t FEED the flame
it remains lit
but i don’t stimulate the wick
i assimilate
like syllables into namelessmyst
when you make a wish
you have to do more
than wait for it
in order
for an impenetrable surface
to be immersed with crater dents

disobey

ANYTHING that would betray your bliss
unless it’s for something
so important to you
it’s worth forsaking it

nourish your soul
be generous to yourself
some MORE
and your life
will be more beautiful
like an elf matures
i am faced with many misfortunes
and walk through several doors

surrounded
i’ve found my way out
of every hell i’ve worn

the sloughing labyrinth
the passages shed their destinies
and reconfigure

so alternate fates
can be delivered
i reflect on surfaces
that don’t provide reflections
‘cause my perspective
is derived from my essence
it’s what’s inside
projected
my identity
is the composite chemistry
of iconic etches
a sculpture
comprised of collections
of hyperbolic edges

the shape molded
is the result
of my combined endeavors
and keep in mind
impressions
cannot be left
without applying pressure

so
all the adverse circumstances
i encounter

culminate
in a tertiary higher power
the muscles in your chin
you learn you have
when on the verge of crying
overcome
with the figurative roar of a lion

when you’re lost
in the throes of sorrow
the rip current’s violent
being tossed
by the undertow
can be demoralizing
like screams
when you’re paralyzed
in your sleep
your world is silent
you’re trapped
in a seemingly endless dream
you don’t want to die in
my heart glimmers

the energy’s only pure
behind it
despite the darkness
harbored within
a glow endures
defiant

invasivesurgery(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

hook:  stranded

verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by lost soul



hook: [stranded]

this ain’t operation
even if
you don’t touch the sides
with the tweezers
you can’t place emotions
inside another creature
it ain’t up to you
how another might receive you
and you don’t have a right
to be bothered by it either


verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]

that’s right
like what happens at those edges
carefully tended
how many passes until it renders
first
eye must ask
what emotion is he stuck in
one has him something chosen
coming up with nothing
NO
no discussion
claiming love
but as of yet
no discovered function
also no obstruction
just reintroduction
of our instruction
it’s the story we tell ourselves
of the god children
that emotion
well ok
emotion spoken
left me awoken
stepping away from mic roasting
my flow fix erosion
bow in the symposium
what are those two doing
remote viewing
poets chivalric
moving the ruins
to brew them down and unglue them
why would you ever have to subdue them
as an ideal
there’s no need to tell another self
how my i feel
that’s MY deal
used to reverse what EYE will construe
let go to reveal
and just enjoy the ill interlude
present like a ninja do
stepping like a bag of dust
escaping
through the earth
that you plummet to
i don’t know
duck
inside the visceral
grab the wheel for a while
thanks dog
i need my eyes healed
y’all thought words
weren’t supposed to be this dope
y’all thought words
were just something to quote
words are only worth
what they mean to YOU
in the hands of the fool
the heart a tool

or a harpoon
call the physician of the soul
someone’s attempting
to sell the gold
for what quickly grabs for goals
what it promotes
we should all be invoking
the figure in the boat
being a good beacon of hope
and making his way
‘cause
it’s the only way
keeping the pace with present moment
stoking the flame
of ardor
guardian
harnessing
ominous consonants
that left the continents
with more opulence
if i go anonymous
does it matter whose hypothesis
make this clock tick
tick
how could consciousness ever obsolete
yes
when you’re boxed in
correct
very good
here’s a star for your competence
i’m so grateful
for remembering to free fall
through some bottomless
pitiful economist
of the necropolis
prophetless
colorless
taste of the autumn mist
bzzzzzz
too close to the edge


eye almost lost my head

rare moments
caught inside a frozen dread


verse 2: [stranded]

what’s below is dead
all is dark
know the ledge
i know my head

sorrow haunts
loneliness

my heart is strong

i fall apart
exploding lead

shadow farms
i wander lost
on a slow descent
that’s startled by a scarp
where the smallest spark
grows instead

fuel for my soul
is
you wouldn’t know

i’m moved
by the movement of those
who trivialize their significance
as some gratuitous role
minimizing the truth
of their own beautiful souls
they live in alternate dimensions
misconstruing their glows
how is it
that such exuberant gold
can be reduced to nothing
by the very alchemists
who produced it alone
chiseled brilliant jewels
from the most useless of stones
but i suppose
some views are remote
a breathtaking palace
seen through the fog
produced by its moat
its bridge drawn
when you are too close

whatever horrors
slither underneath a life form
don’t solely determine
the whole
an observer’s eyes form

i can’t speak
for what the eyes of others
can achieve
but as for me
what i discover’s canyon deep

i scan beneath
and see the vines
that wriggle into place
the hands that seek
to extinguish their shine
asphyxiate
an abunDANCE of light

smothered by a single shade
it’s all perspective
it’s obstructed
‘cause YOU’RE in the way


just think of a projector
and the film displayed
and how much of a difference
just putting your hand over the lens
would make

just lift it up
and let the picture
rush against a wall

warm yourself
so the ice shelf you’re stuck within
can thaw

far more difficult done
than said

that is true
but it will NEVER be done
if that’s your attitude

whatever happens
within your well
attacking you
no one else will
or has ever felt that magnitude

you need to practice
showing YOURSELF more gratitude

for all the things
that YOU ALONE have powered through
when performing internal inventory
you have to be GENUINE
and take note of BOTH
the POSITIVE and the negative

for
what lurks within
no eyes without can see
it’s a fixed position
insofar as how it’s seen
so
look around
see it ALL
like an owl can see
only then
can you evolve
to the heights of alchemy
POUND your wings
against the wind WITHIN
ascend
explore the sky
there’s so much more
within your glass
than what YOU pour inside
but i can talk
’til i’m so parched
my vocal cords are dry
if you won’t allow yourself
to see the truth
behind what i describe


hook: [stranded]

this ain’t operation
even if
you don’t touch the sides
with the tweezers
you can’t place emotions
inside another creature
it ain’t up to you
how another might receive you
and you don’t have a right
to be bothered by it either

puzzlepeace(prod. by episodic)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by episodic



….can you picture your world
conjure stimulants
eyes SMACKED
by vociferant
lack of indolence
the substantiation
of conceptual images
the ultimate realization
of theoretical fingerprints
roots stretch and twist from a tree
to strengthen their bond
with what exists at their feet
covalent claws
both dig and accrete

the evanescent reflection
electronically
what if death
is but the outset of an odyssey
that lasts exponentially longer
than all that it’s following

and up to the point of dying
we aren’t even blossoming

could death be the entrance
the foot of the next dimension
when you beat the game
is that it
or do you just get the next system
move to the newest console
on this infinite expedition
is continuing’s only limit
pushing reset or quitting
the advent of fission
kaleidoscopic explosion
paths multiply
unfolded
a timeless ronin
fictitious science pulses
provide emulsion
these ideas
go inside his dome
not unlike hypnosis
to congregate
with his own philosophic notions
like five lions
with pilots inside
controlling
synopsis-wise
bottom line yo
my mind is open
so get the fuck out my face
with your gods that close it
the religionless
ayahuascan genesis
a magnifying glass
cast inside a vastless emptiness

a paradox
like parallactic instances
without the position you’re seeing from
being different

such is the nature
of disorienting stimuli
when you decide
what light goes in your eyes
that world is emphasized
asleep imitating awake
dreams reiterate
zooming in
on what’s currently
the peak of your mental state
the symbolic interpretation
of your mind’s reverberation
my soul’s lost
only so called monsters
lurk my wavelength
my whole squad’s mysterious
stars
ghosts
swamps
and pyramids
my levels of madness
are myriad

i conjure fictional realms
and disappear in them
when i look at myself
i wonder
which one of me’s
where the mirror is
what if any reflection
is a potential nexus
to commandeer the ship

close proximity
between dimensions
causes atmospheric shifts

i lack experience
with behaving inauthentically
so
while our lives unravel
inside a cage
intrinsically
i escape through entropy
by way of syncope
i add the weight obligatory
to gravitate to things that interest me

i adhere to a strict code
of ’THIS IS ME!!!’
rewire undesirable systems
to configure peace
meticulous stitch work
with roughshod iron thread
covered in blood
i weave untouched across a lion’s den
your soul will know no grave
don’t be so afraid to die within
a low point
is ALWAYS a place
from where one might ascend

whatever glow that i may generate
the light is dim

you don’t know where i have been
i’ve suffered life
granted brief serene instances
my anguish panoramic
with few peaceful intermittences

sparse moments
that make ingrained impressions
strong enough to form a smile
that won’t evaporate in seconds

i inhabit worlds
where ALL happiness is threatened
buried beneath unnecessary casualties
too fecund

so much bullshit
interferes with what is beautiful
i want to die forgotten
just disappear
fuck a funeral
there’s true power in how i feel
real love’s immutable
energy is constant
it just veers from the usual
perhaps that force
could be more appropriately utilized
if it underwent the transformation
death’s cocoon provides
or perhaps not
perhaps that type of love’s
a fucking unicorn
that’s only found by poachers
whose motive
is just remove the horn


hook:

it’s unfortunate that love
is considered to be so sinister
something so macrocosmic
rendered to be so miniature
fuck those
who choose to see filthiness
where there isn’t dirt
those with such lenses
are condemned
to only witness dearth
what is seen
is not quite
what constitutes an image
what lurks behind the optic nerve
might pollute your vision
it’s YOUR responsibility
to conquer your suspicions
and see what’s right in front of you
despite predispositions
it’s unfortunate that love
is considered to be so sinister
something so macrocosmic
rendered to be so miniature
fuck those
who choose to see filthiness
where there isn’t dirt
those with such lenses
are condemned
to only witness dearth
what is seen
is not quite
what constitutes an image
what lurks behind the optic nerve
might pollute your vision
it’s YOUR responsibility
to conquer your suspicions
and see what’s right in front of you
despite predispositions

pswordplay(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by lost soul



when the nights are cool
i elude the discomfort
that encumbers my solitude
for
the heat rips it asunder
as if it’s a grim hunter of molecules
however
this beat
ascends combustion of fossil fuels
and in that particular instance
i approve
that’s the only kind of heat i like
when i walk the street at night
headphones squeezing tight
like pythons that need a bite
i feel like i got the power cosmic
like norrin radd
this is what arises
when you’re caught
in purgatory’s grasp
shadowalking
with a fast evolving
vast explorer’s staff
cataloging all the data
that he passes on his path
as this happens
if you could see atoms
as they form a mass
they would appear
as entire galaxies
flashing forward fast
like starships in hyperdrive
stars turn to stripes and lines
he’s taken to a world
in which
he’s drawn to his rightful mind
that’s lost giving sight to blind
a gift of unimagined worth
his beats invoke involuntary flames
like when a dragon burps
it’s like fray
despite being
split in half at birth
finding a way
to still slay
unknowingly attracting lurks
surviving
with no understanding
of why they’re always after her
and all of this
while trapped in a future
where no magic works
within her
lies this stimuli
that even she barely knows
driven by an inner eye
vision rises from her very soul
there are those
who are so distinct
they feel like they’re alone
who
when surrounded
a mountain of people
is like a barren hole
so
so as to signal other kindreds
who share their woe
they foster this inner strength
to generate a glaring glow

their whole radius
mightily shoving all at once
layered pulsation
their light production
as strong as suns
but these beams
can only be seen
with certain eyes
by unique beings
with the sort of minds
that diversify
one can only become
truly immortalized

by carving a place for themselves
in their observers’ minds
they must do things
that cannot be ignored by time
so those who witnessed their deeds
tell their stories before they die

there’s always some external source
that calls forth my rhymes
an oblongata body of water
with swords inside
my thoughts are sharp
and to the point
devised
my skull’s like a porcupine
i walk a distorted line
in alternate world divides
chimeric
i’m the result
of multiple worlds combined
trapped behind mirrors
that hold what’s before my eyes

i am what’s reflected
off a surface
multifaceted
a blend of several
imperfect blurry photos
shattering

i don’t see life
quite the same
as most imagine it
i traipse alone in labyrinths
containing no inhabitants

wandering through mazes
within a maze
that’s cartographicless

on an ageless quest
to roam the aimless roads
where shadows live
cold
cavernous
chasm
imaginative
light flashes
and life happens
by aggregate
actions collide
and travel through time
like happy accidents
attached and tied
elaborate designs
comprise the fathomless
conjured
incurred
thoughts emerge
eventuate
the bubble you’re in
is constructed by what you intimate
its structure
illustrates its origin
your mental state
so be mindful
of what it’s absorbing
as it inflates

you may terraform an atmosphere
that you can’t tolerate
trapped inside a hostile habitat
that you cannot escape
a jungle
within which
you must survive
sprung from little seeds
collapsed by danger
the maturation of your decision trees
so tread with zero gravity
if that’s at all possible
mark my words
or not
if they’re just a grain of salt to you
i point at brains
unconscious
shoot

i just aim to offer truth
but perhaps
you don’t put forth effort
when taking off your fruit
this world provides agonies
custom-made
all for you
attachments
that perhaps
the sufferer may not remove
but there are some unfeigned comrades
who can pluck the pain and loss from you
of course not entirely
but much will fade far from view
the vague chain reaction
of vivid psionic sorcery
distinct interpretations of lenses
that all but orphan grief
a peek behind the curtain
an author
contrite
indeed
long ago
misdiagnosed
monsters that like to bleed
while i’m peace
both
with how i chose TO
and NOT to proceed
one shouldn’t treat
discarding their instincts
like a trivial deed
despite the fact
that either way
i write what i mean
certain times
that won’t suffice
my appetite won’t be appeased

i wish to keep a firm grip
on who i am
innately
the objective
to astral project from myself
to embrace me
the connectedness
of widespread individuals tethered
with the strength
of dimethyltryptamine-enhanced limbic resonance
a web of which
is threaded
with allosynaptic messages
e-netic rifts
between which
transmissions and receptions slip
braided on all scales
both macro and quantum levels stitched
a few are no match
for a slew of atomic specialists
we may all exist
in a truth
where the bottom NEVER is
on the top
sitting confused
such qualms are measureless
peering over the edge
of a growing hole
with deference
our souls longing for recompense
but fated to haunt the precipice
so seek
but don’t be so distraught
if you never find
a journey is defined by the during
not the finish line

skulleidoscopicmirrors[selfreflection](prod. by lucas ingram)

written and performed by a/void


prod. by lucas ingram



hook:

careful
how long you choose
to allow your eyes to penetrate
‘cause once you shoot
you’re bound to find
an abyssal gaze will ricochet
all throughout your mind
like a pinball
in an endless game
the most adept of swimmers
will find
they won’t surmount
against such waves
they drown inside
when all that is without
resides in disarray
although it may seem counter
double down your time within
and stay
when you encounter a mountainside
it’s a challenge
it’s not the end of days
something you set out to climb
not something
from which
you need to get away


verse:

calm yourself
when in a maelstrom
dissolve in
and peacefully welcome
the thrall you’re being held in
withdraw from being jailed in
embalm your freedom
from the coffin at sea
you’re being nailed in
your orbit
in its current
doesn’t got to be a tailspin
you’re being disrupted
by a world
at war with yours
you’re out of sync

you need to conquer
that distortion
and recalibrate
relieve the stress

hordes of molecules
in need of rest
nucleus-deep
fugitives from sleep
who flee arrest
an insomniac ensemble of atoms
that dream of death
nightmarish creatures
that bury their teeth
in obese neglect
even if it’s one
we wouldn’t necessarily expect
it’s our own responsibility
to observe any surface
on which
we reflect
it is those with special eyes
who specialize
in being able to recognize
the subtleties
by which
their course must be corrected by
you must leave the nest to fly
and face the threat
you may not best the sky
separatewise
your wings may as well
be on a penguin’s sides

presumed umbral depths
with a translucence expressed inside
a gleam sears its flesh
a sidereal death defied
such an image
will only find itself in eyes
that dare to be mesmerized
only those who decide to stare
will find the stairs
that will let them rise
to take the steps
mandatory
to create a case
many insects devise
the rampant chamber
their next transformation
is kept inside
if you’re not cautious
the things you examine
will cage you every time
if you allow
your worrisome thoughts
to expand
they will never die


hook [x2]:

careful
how long you choose
to allow your eyes to penetrate
‘cause once you shoot
you’re bound to find
an abyssal gaze will ricochet
all throughout your mind
like a pinball
in an endless game
the most adept of swimmers
will find
they won’t surmount
against such waves
they drown inside
when all that is without
resides in disarray
although it may seem counter
double down your time within
and stay
when you encounter a mountainside
it’s a challenge
it’s not the end of days
something you set out to climb
not something
from which
you need to get away

whenthestarsmalign(prod. by eczein)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by eczein



what do you do
when your heart explodes
but you don’t die
it’s quite the opposite
in the process
you’re strewn ALIVE

spread across entire galaxies
and throughout time
you find the extent
of your capabilities
revolutionized
and the source
of this explosion
won’t acknowledge
what it’s done
it sees itself
as harm to you
in spite of
all that you’ve become
an omniversal forest
that flourished
off a cosmolucent sun
photosynthesizing
it provides
your water and your food
at once

a star’s intent
don’t determine
its dispersion
or how far it went
involuntary arsonist
try to hide
all you wish
you’ll never stop
what the garden gets
for
even the largest eclipse
is but one
perspective
where BRIEFLY
darkness lives

i walk within
an increasing journey
that ALWAYS is
my cipher’s a bubble
and the surface
of this ball
extends
outwardly
immersive
if i see you burning
i draw you in
quite impressive pocket monsters
i’m collecting all them shits
i grace my sky
with prudent
druse-infested constellations
eyes
that can see my orphanage’s
coordinates
in space/time

if you don’t appreciate
my nature
or the way i shine
all you need to do
is simply move
not to stay inside
i mean no harm
i don’t mean for you
to be uncomfortable
as long as you feed your heart
i’ll never not be peace
with what you do

this goes for ALL OF YOU

leave
if it’s too hard for you
but
if i love you
i’m still going to love you
even if you don’t want me to

you don’t have control
over
where my truest passion goes
my heart will hold its place for you
despite how long your absence grows

thoughts approach
that make me pause
like ghosthack wearbearz
for your sake
i forsake
the impulse
to know my fair share

a star explodes
karasu shoulder shareware
i follow my heart
honed
like a donnie darko carebear

entelechy spears
chaos knot
a cosmic asterisk
the misshapen lines i travel in
comprise a hyper-labyrinth

if you my peoples
and you need to do your own thing
and it requires distance
i INSIST that you go away

why would it hurt me
if you being gone
improves your life
my friend
i’d be more than happy
to give you space
if that’s all i can give
EYE prefer
that those i love
ALWAYS do what’s right for them
despite any personal inconvenience
that might present

sadly
for some
being madly loved
is an evil calm
even when the source
of that peaceful force
doesn’t seek response

i has no power over
how someone receives my heart
all that i control
is whether i will fold
and leave
or not
and i am known
to be a rock
monolithic staunch persistence
so much so
that those i hold
find it difficult to live with

that’s unfortunate
about that
there’s nothing i can do
i will just be who i am
and shower love upon your roots
for
all i seek to do
is see that you are happy
safe
and sound
and i don’t have to stay around
for that to happen
flame abounds
from roughly 93 million miles away
the earth’s sun’s rays are found
by directly reaching leaves
they indirectly penetrate the ground
if you watch a tree consume
you’ll find its roots
have complicated mouths
its food will find its way
along a quite sophisticated route

when the stars malign
their light
may come across awry
but even when a large design explodes
some modest shards survive
and often
a collage is more sublime
than where its parts derived
lightswitch
with just a bit
of your wick lit
my inner darkness shined
my heart entwined
finely tied
ornately laced for all of time
beautifully imbalanced
i’m bound
alone or not
confined
i was trapped
within a void
BEFORE i came across your eyes
absorbed
i haven’t been destroyed
i’ve been reborn
evolved
refined

reformed
transmogrified

modified by photons
the concomitant light
konan’s origami folds hide

they unravel
to reveal fractal space
below
the equivalent of a galaxy
compacted in a flake of snow
and my heart’s within an arctic blizzard
i embrace the cold
possessed
by the most pleasant incandescence
i ever came to know
i was hollow
a two-dimensional gaping hole
although
you never meant
to be my syringe
you DID inflate my soul

adistincthypgnosis(prod. by axphykz)

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


prod. by axphykz



those who listen
get bent
when i spit what i wrote
like an iron sewer lid
shuriken-ing a ghost

grim loving
jim duggan
clouds saw you in half
solid smoking hologramz
drown jaws in a glass

beware of the wolf
i collaged in the past

a rare amalgam
of an owl
crossing its path

ravenous fangs
hatchets for wings
his claws stab between blinks
all creatures who encounter him
collapse in a heap

EYE am less than nothing
my shadow’s extinct

void
i’m that alone
my catacombs
are more vast than you think
wandered
by a bird
that makes no noise
when it flies

this silence
is all that can be heard
from inside

omniphonic echoes
a surge upon a heart
beyond all thresholds
an all encompassing emptiness
haunts his bereft soul
but
he’s not going to let go
despite being caught
in a death roll
he resembles a swan
as he spins along
his finesse shows
his resolve can’t be conquered
his head’s harder than destro’s
if you follow him
you’ll find out
how far being depressed goes
a look within
there’s a war going on
which wolf will win
mine stop fighting
long enough
to find out what they would become
if they blend
the sheer profundity
that the alchemy of love achieves
all that the roots contain
spiraling up from beneath
earth and water
the immortal blossoming
of a tree
and one could find
the will of fire
inside of just one leaf
a forest ablaze
arboreal flames
ignited by a spark
from the flint
an unintentional sorceress made

…now
it is what it is
there is no alternate plane
he exists like this
in every world he pervades
a parliament of a single soul
slinky strobes in multiple ways
a distinct hypgnosis
no interlopers course through his veins
hypnotized
by a gypsy’s eyes
a quantum ghost
lost in a gaze
he’ll wander
within this optic spiral
for all of his days

hidan'ssyringe(prod. by kabuki ninja)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

menes the pharaoh

sea/swordz


prod. by kabuki ninja

*track taken from the album "keepers of the lo fi dojo"......by menes the pharaoh and kabuki ninja......available on limited cassette and digitally at the following links:

https://basementdwellaz.bandcamp.com/album/pharaobi-ghouzi-keepers-of-the-lofi-dojo

and

https://treedemontapes.bandcamp.com/track/menes-the-pharaoh-kabuki-ninja-lofi-present-pharaobi-ghouzi-keepers-of-the-lofi-dojo



verse 1: (menes the pharaoh)

he sit upon a molten throne
of scolded bones
with spearmen on either side
prepared to die for him
with fans held by women
and large plates of food
a battle ensues in front of him
to make him grin

3 canines
with jewel encrusted head dresses
and tails sway with weapons
sharply making their progressions
two pillars spiral to the ceiling
major high appealing
with dice rolling triple 7s
no mention of penance

he wears a jade pendant
at his center
the same color
as the jungle
where he goes to slumber
they wait for him in numbers
much beyond his own hunger
but eats savagely
to quench all his ancestors
trains in the dark
with smoke
he strikes quick
his room
filled with armor
of demons and endless pits
in wombs
he kicked with jagged knives
eventually they ripped
fully robed in fine silks
that cut through the wind

his bare chest showing
when he entered the chamber
his teeth covered in gems
and knuckles in razors
at his waist
a buckle
that was old as the ages
that held every soul
that he claimed along the pages

blue as the sage
and white lotus engaged
in a dance of death
dim mak kusarigama
broken breath
each step
has a lasting effect
his aura trailed him
from here to tibet



verse 2: (sea/swordz)

a pair of clouds
eject precipitous waves
of murderous
avid channels of death
aggressive and transformative
a blizzard of blades
encrypted swords
daggers and shuriken
each with a sub-dimensional cache
of magnetic turbulence
skinned
sliced and stabbed
by shadow possession surrogates
you find yourself in the grasp
of gravitation that’s permanent
in the thrall
of the whatever pace palm
if death waits at all
even those fortunate enough
to step away
fall
you can’t escape
a cell with innate walls
you carry your cage and bars
as you traipse along
imprisoned
’til your fate matures
death blooms
beneath an bereft moon
a surreptitious threat looms
an indistinct shadow
abject doom
emptiness
with the appearance
of a propeller
at high speed
a specific darkness
gently swirling
disorienting light beams
sheer disintegration
of innate photonic building blocks
reappropriated
these components
shape a wilting clock
driven by a force
not unlike
that which the whills concocts
transforming time
like a humanoid design
into a silver glock

a dragon explodes
evolving from deep obscurity
to descend on the souls
of those who have seen his sorcery
by experiencing perpetual death
for a brief eternity
he’ll reward their efforts
with a collection of even more debris
a field of asteroids
that spans an entire galaxy
on which
an orc
cloaked by magic
may brandish his sonic alchemy

farspirecodex(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

stranded

rpm the brown robe


prod. by warlock poems



verse 1: (stranded)

bioluminescence
tumesces
and spires far out
the entire earth’s absorbed
in circumhorizontal arc clouds
the energies that spin in me
are hundreds of madnesses
if i tried to explain it
i’d run out of adjectives

that metaphor alone
ain’t even accurate
i’d need a million lexicons
to come close to being adequate
i smile when i see this owl
or hear what it has to say
these cherished instants
hatch with grace
that overshadows fabergés
it’s strange the greatest moments
of my life
are seen as mistakes
that they could ever even
have potential to evaporate
she dispersed into paper
that folded itself
into countless butterflies
that proceeded to consume me
’til there was nothing but her inside
i apologize
but who am i to hide
what my heart’s eyes imbibe
when what they drink’s
enough to sink
as deep as years of light would stride
millenniums of sun beneath
my umbra steeped with fireflies
the wondrous peace
my regnant darkness underneath
is brightened by
entire worlds of origami
swirl inside me
i evolve
like uzumaki blue
chakra-fused kurama fireballs
this illumination’s threatened
by the threat of compromise
by resistance
to a nonexistent pressure
not applied
i am thought to think in ways
that i would not appreciate
forced to drown beneath the weight
of a sea compiled of these mistakes
context and perspective
account for nearly everything
and the slightest misperception
can veer the best of us astray

lucky for me
that hasn’t been enough to separate
but
it may have been enough
to render us a lesser way
i wish it wasn’t
everyday
and fear it will perpetuate
it’s happened far too often
no coffin
i’ve clawed from several graves
why is it
that i’ve been blessed to bathe
in such a pleasant flame
and not only is that debt unpaid
by failure to reflect its rays
but
somehow i’ve managed
to provide an UNpleasant shade
and be irksome
to the most important person
i have met to date
what’s written in the book of life
is what is pertinent to you
i choose to read the truth
to see the crucial work i’m meant to do
to be improved
modified
i scour worlds
for the hidden loom
from which
the fabric comes
the universe would stitch me to
you may be tethered to my space
by mistake
my satellitic oops
a brilliant moon
that lights my sky
but i find firmament in you

so
take solace
that what you provide is BEAUT!FUL
to one who
magnificence within him’s
not what’s usual
i walk the nucleus
of a russian doll of crucibles
a single corridor
that ouroboros doors
are always looping to
that’s why there’s NOTHING
i won’t do for you
come back from my own funeral
and despite what you might believe
i don’t wear a mask
or costume for you
fuck a pedestal
you’re hovering
‘cause that’s what your wings
and feathers do
absolve you
of that for which you’re responsible
i would never do
but when you try to carry more
than you should support
i’ma step in too
you’ve never tried to place blame
away from you
if you did
without hesitation
i would have told you
that you’re tripping kid

there’s a balance
specificity to what i say
i don’t speak in generalities
unless it’s by mistake



verse 2: (rpm the brown robe)

my presence ancient
branching out into the vacant
basements
you call the mind
brilliant
how it makes sense
recline
into nothingness
to be all there is
god honest
disturbed enough
but the moral is
forward
drift
with a horcrux in my fist
built into my microphone diaphragm
amphitheatre
unfixed perception

effortless
on a path to bliss
my soul
don’t really know what plastic is
infection
an over-active aggression
an obsession
just drop into suspension
there’s where i been tho

one mind like aurobindo

you don’t begin to know
reawaken within the flow
spun out
then i learned to row
burn a poem
with words filled with passion
flame happens
not the player
but the game that’s everlasting
stacks of infractions
leaning on your axis
non action is attraction
on the track and finding traction
so much so
it’s relaxing
i’m free to rap with enthusiasm
to make the heat
that fade the casted spell
beyond the veil
counteract climate fail
when the mind is well
ride the rail
RpM and his delightful tale
reads like private mail
written in braille
but you can kinda tell
my style
both sides of the wall in palestine
i’m way more above the rim
than woody harrelson
you mistook the zone for arrogance
so my arrow zips
through the air
morphogenesis of rarest gems
pegasus
flying swift
over the precipice
far spire codex
open throughout the ocean mist
refocus
the soulless
homeless
brown robe come to woke us
ferocious
magnum opus

like snow clung
to the old sun
to expose us
so hold on
i rip the bar ’til the bar none

clothe us in the garden
like we all one
departed dharma of a god
look like arson
rahman to your bean
like saladin
come to you in a dream
in living color like a silver screen
delivery
for mr. smithereens
adrift in faceless books
and
hooked on wicked memes
putting stem cells
between themselves and hell
i hope we live to tell
while knowing full well
all good things
from my hood winks
don’t give a fuck what the hood thinks
got you open like a good shrink
my words lured the sphinx
and i’ve been cured ever since

connect the links

eyesickles(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by a/void


prod. by 7th galaxy



lost

in my asthmatic
hydrostatic strangulation
hypersensitive spasms
a zillion chasms from ventilation
when he finally gasps
the sky aghast
with pyro-acid precipitation
psychotraffic’d biohazard
ioac grim invocation
each cloud’s path’s
an hourglass
the raindrops are mirror-making
whatever’s struck
itself
becomes a cloud
deteriorated
spiral matter
exotic fabric manipulation
transfixed conscious cytomatic
gyroactive rem stimulation
jiraiya catching
a glimpse of what will happen
eventuation

wildly bouncing
spinning around in anticipation

clairaudient

carebear

i share my heart with him

absorbing nature
on a warm glacier
my stare darts within
as i gaze inward
outer space slenders
the stars descend
as i soar inside
i become more aligned
with all there is

some are guarded
for
love’s a garden
that’s plundered often
but if you find mine
springing from your yard
you’ll find it never doesn’t blossom
if you see my eyes
when i look at you
and discover hearts somersaulting
don’t be surprised
you’re seen with such regard
you’re NOT fucking flotsam
you’ve been deemed !NCRED!BLE
by an accomplished marksman
i’m a beast
when it comes to stalking
i’m an excellent tracker
and i hunt for awesome


now
back to tumblewalking
magic
pouring from a cauldron
thrust into a wormhole
the firm hold of utter thraldom

i’m embraced
by an innate strain
of what truly matters
such a thing
is so great
that it has the strength
to move cadavers

reinvigorate a hollow case
renew its power
eclipse its wake
and make its previous pace of evolution faster

i am spurred by forces
that aren’t even aware they shine
profoundly altered by their paths
when life crosses theirs with mine

therein lies an importance
of such huge magnitude
it’s your duty
to show true gratitude
to those who fashion you

growth triggered
by figurative motile attributes

their shadows loom
like shukaku’s
when dosu crashed the roof

his single eye
increased in size
as gaara demonized

he realized
his plans for sasuke
won’t be realized
promptly followed
by the fact
that he’ll no longer be alive
he stared in disbelief
as a tailed beast
impeached his sky

the light’s retreat
like an anvil
descending slow
he couldn’t form a thought clearly
other than the end is close

cries lost
in the reign of this pair

scars are camouflaged
when the pain is severe

origamicyclone(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)


starlord

a/void

dr. hatake downplay

a/void
 

prod. by 7th galaxy



inhabitants of a cryoworm consists of............7th galaxy aka starlord.........dr. hatake downplay aka lucas ingram.........and a/void



verse 1: (starlord)

it’s starlord
mr. robot
sativa sunspot
adam warlock
burning trees
in the space pod
faced god
when i saw my son’s face
the first time
life changed
blink of an eye
this little dragon fly
captured my heart
with his battlecry
ancestor artist tribe
space traveler
from a distant sky
a new inhabitant
to form bonds and learn to fly
cautiously
we measure the wind gust
before we dive
hyperdrive jupiter jump
let’s see who stays alive
the mind is the first to implode
if built on weak design
origami cyclone
cut through paper walls on fire
watch the spider weave a web
as strong as any wire
then expire
a liar’s always very tired
i hang glide on riffs
burn spliffs
chasing my soul’s desire
watch for snipers
and swipers always swiping
it’s tie fighter/x wing dog fight exciting



verse 2: (a/void)

cyclonic
paper butterflies
swirling in this core of mine
and that’s their caterpillar stage
to what will they metamorphosize
a collage
of the most exotic
origami rhopalocerans
with aposematic
rainbow-diverse
kaleidoscopic wings
i ascend
lifted by the wind
this maelstrom generates
carried into space
within the bounds
of rare dimension-scapes

i evolve
in this higher dawn
sunlit fly along
tumbling
in this undertow
that bluntly roams this sky of ours
i’m filled with molecules
each stuffed
with what’s inside a star
what fuels this aviation
radiating from inside my heart
the magic conjured
massive blossoms
macrocosm popcorn
catalyzed by gravitons
that magnified a lightstorm

the root-domestic
ingressive cleft
of bioluminescence
the true reflection
produced in response
to what’s shining through its retina
this light
is both pleasant and blinding
tender and vibrant
such is the glow
that characterizes a gentle lion



verse 3: (dr. hatake downplay)

organic spacecraft uprising
past horizons and battlefronts
layers of a wetware interface
in systems beyond corruption
temporal disruption interlaced
signature key entrusted
vector sectors to separate
a sea of [if/and] functions
drums pump like cyberpunk fuel
for a defiant cue
kali hack abilities
from cpu issues
to ava machine talk
blade runner a.i. chivalry
stoichiometry imagery disease vault
parsing narvik recipes
festering
arctic facility destiny meddling
clinical trial exile
masked bio-freak reckonings
prototypical principles
minimal evidence of unpleasantry
unknown hybrid viruses
is just a delivery mech
reputable
undetectable gene therapy
’til each subject is obsessed
orally contaminating
those not infected yet
effects of a high-tech compulsion
super semi conductive tangents
darko/sparrow enchantment
wormhole vanishing
source code propulsion



verse 4: (a/void)

expelled
from one realm
to a neighboring sunbelt
a wave escapes
a crater in space
to a valence unfelt
an inflamed inflation of self
a greater fate is upheld
a death that equates
to a desert erased
when a lake of love swells

miasmatic discharge
the plight of ioac amid stars
light assassins descend
and dim cryoshadows
with glim scars

addicts
try to package
what i imagine
in jars
and try to traffic its magic
with a biohazardous grimoire

destiny
carved out of a starved mouth
with a gemstar
anthropomorphic nightmares
hardened clouds
come across
like thousands of centaurs
a gravitational lens farm
they distort
the path light takes
with the galactic weight
that they give off