invisibleink(prod. by n.s.one)

written by stranded and rea and om

performed by stranded


prod. by n.s.one




anything between “>>” “<<“ was written by or evolved from rea


anything between “::.” “.::”was written by or evolved from om





despite my fatigue
i persist
minus my dreams
responsible for a shadow
the likes of which
is not even seen
quantum-grade integration
instated by blind dichotomy
plagued by the undulation
of subcutaneous botany
stabbed by a future blade
fatal vegetation
inside a seed
grim horrors
that stem from a dense forest
of water trees
obscure knowledge
published in books
that only monsters read
those who specialize
in the protection
of odd commodities

legend has it correct
but could never capture the depth
all it can seem to do
is cast a disheveled shadow
at best

with the spine of the world
he stands inside a storm of sand
made of iron
that swirls
yet
as blindness unfurls

he still manages
to keep his eyes on the girl
his firm stance
forcing that clam
back inside of its pearl

i’ve been told
>> there’s a very particular skill
that i’ve honed
a difficult one
to remain hidden and cloaked


while somehow
still transmitting
bigger than most
that it’s so rare
that i’ve mastered being both
living and ghost <<

i decay
but even as i slide away
i convey
the sort of impression made
by the shores of toyama bay

::. transfixion


the absence of light’s affliction
i bloom in a muted garden
ruled by acute eclipses
blossoming on a loop
often too quick to witness
trigger’d by a star

elusively luminiferous .::
escorted by a girl
through a sky
that is futuristic
in a world
where you wouldn’t believe
so many balloons existed
even though it felt
like i was in her custody
due for prison
it seemed as if
she was more company
than supervision
the evaporation of my dreams
achieved once my eyes have opened
is the silence
i find beneath the wings
astride my totem
the distinct tides
of the beautiful moons
that define my oceans
::. traverse the divides
used to fuse the sides
that disguise the om/ens .::

traversing(prod. by axphykz)

written by sea/swordz and om

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


prod. by axphykz




much of this rhyme was derived from things om wrote....said....or shared in some way...

what is between '::' was derived from something written by menes the pharaoh…




blue hearts and honeycomb
bees emerge from their home
and with nothing more than their nature
make the earth a much more stunning globe
magnificence summons gold
magickians
love is om’d
even the most astute
underestimate the gravity
of such a soul
the value’s too much to know
can’t be computed with the mind
such a powerful force
even pi would be dwarf’d
if digitized
swing continuum
the strongest equilibrium
a species
comprised of talking hearts
that speak in idioms
wither’d moon
magick tree
that the seasons will replenish soon
infinite bloom
so i do not concern myself
with its diminished view

the persistence of memory

temporal disheveling
the profound sensation
that even just a glimpse of forever brings

measured out
her heart’s the seed
the sky is where the treasure sprouts
the sublime tomorrows
of an avant-garden
in a bed of clouds
blossoms
of the deep
inherent truths
seldom said aloud
parachuting
their beautiful whispers
ride the falling petals down

immortal elegance
absorbed
by the warm embrace
of what menes coin’d
:: the grave of stars
a portal elephant ::
just know
no matter how strange
the concepts may be to you

i don’t exaggerate
in my illustrations
i speak the truth

trichocereus pachanoi
i shrink
as i zoom into its flower
and climb in slowly
colliding with a world
that i imagine finding inside peyote
almost always
when i dream
in some manner
i am floating
perhaps
‘cause i’m so passionate
about nearly every object
the sky is holding

an oak sprouts in space
out of place
a satellitic tree
this quercus
that emerges above earth
nurtures inner peace
a glow that spurs solsticially
promoting birth

fertility
the capacity must be present
for one to hold its enduring energy
for those open
to sowing growth into their soul
encouragement’s received
they’ll find themselves to be an integral cog
firmamentally
visually
words are delicate to me
communication
must be treated with care
to work proficiently

gnosticsaga[theincrescentecho](prod. by rpm the brown robe)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by rpm the brown robe



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy




verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]

he’s lost
in a season
that’s lost his equation
it’s been days
since he’s felt haven
soul growing
so brazen
by the day
as night
recedes
back out of sight
he needs the light
he seizes the mic
he finds his keys
he frees his sight

beyond this gender
he’s authentic
sent here
from the center
entropic
inertial
fertile earth
making moons
confessedly

deep sea entity
with
unseen energy
divine portal legacy
sensing flux
sit attentively
eyeambic stanzas

sacred movements and dances
i don’t take chances
unless i’m mantis
enchanted canvas
understand this
chanting canons
like pandits
semantics
leaking from atlantis
he never take it for granted
answers come
and span it

and reign
flood the gates
his vantage is figure eight
no need to disseminate
i just serenade what liberates
my flow irrigates
the ol’ plateaus
makes them whole
what originates
the soul
my words are worlds
you know

what could happen
when his staff
is cast down
before the golden one
serpents in the mirror
show the hero
how to float amongst

devoted monk
at the junction
of street and prophecy
masterfully
his fingers be
his pen
silent velocity

graphic seismology
thermo nuclear
useless newton’s philosphy
physics only describe the tree
not its matrices
nor the planes
it can visit easily
conceive its freedom
and meet its needs
reap the wheat



verse 2: [stranded]

…as determined by WHO
some whispers convolute
more than their words constitute
the burden of the false
removed
i walk into a gnostic loop
knowledge blooms
a blossoming sphere
of cosmic roots
comprised of combined quantum truths
much of the experience
i’ve accrued
was derived
by observing what NOT to do
i sojourn inside cocoons
by watching YOU
the alert assimilate

merge with atmospheric weight

absorb
inhalate
what nourishment there is to take
search within
the mirrors GAPE
looking to a greater authority
for answers
is a big mistake
may all masters disintegrate
a white rose
traverses the barrier
of two different planes
you hear a purr
the inherent stirs
of a gentle quake
as a new you’s
unleashed upon the universe
the earth begins to shake
subtle oscillations
subatomic matrices dissolve
all that they depict
falls
into a horizontal event’s jaws
swallowed by the gravity
the vacuum
that TRUE freedom spawns
a world evolves
through circumstance
where you can’t turn accretion off
a warrior with peaceful thoughts
determined to feed his heart
but
if he must be hurtful
to achieve his purpose
he’ll just need to starve
if such occurs
his hunger
undeterred
will bowl a perfect game
and his soul
although its burn will decay
will still incur a flame

‘cause being true
to who he !S
will only SERVE the blaze
and connote the setting
of a komorebi forest gaze
his dim light
beautiful
as it slightly filters
through his porous shade
the obstructing leaves
kogarashi’d
as the winds of his endurance
RAGE
his darkness withering
the trees
that hide his starshine
splintering
they vanish
from his sacred planet
’til there’s hardly anything
sometimes
just as they fade
an eclipse
adds insult to injury
it’s like each eye’s
a somersaulting lens
so he succumbs to darkness ENDLESSLY
but
then there’re things
like moonflowers
that inundate the sky’s field
a profound connection
recognized
like words
with emphasized tilt
with implications
of bacteria-based
biosynthesized silk
i appreciate
the intrigue
her vague
but V!BRANT
sigil’d eyes built

thepeaceharvest(prod. by ^thousand[trollz])

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  marrow

verse 2:  stranded



prod. by ^thousand[trollz]

pronounced:  a thousand trollz




verse 1: [marrow]


the path is narrow
to righteousness
dislodge the logic circuit
and bomb the circus
fight for this
flight of arrows
from marrow
that seamless peril
air to cypher
the cyclone hits
decipher
as your life get’s ripped
a clever death
insightful rifle kick
a disciple of earth’s cycle
i’m psycho kid
sequenced explosive wrote the goal
recently
been frequently focused
on a frequency
closest to locusts feasting
via remote control
a better connect
editor flex
apex predator text
who treks through dread weather
to tread better
the veteran’s steps
utilize the wing

or it’s dead feather pelican deaths
incredible depth
burn the medical tech
the king

sling a modern flux
marauder throttles fucks
binocular optic thrust
slaughters
on a blotter rush
like hobbits bottle dust
in those goblin hobble huts
the vision pitch black
we twist grass
and kick raps
convicted of witchcraft
used to run threw bars
lung knew scars
son moves bars
slum to sun
moon
stars
drum the flood fueled mars
where we settle
real rebel
the mathematics
pattern schematics
i gather
inhabit a dream level
only conceived
by those who’ve received the fields medal



verse 2: [stranded]


those on a frequency
equal to the shriek
of a shrill kettle
intermetallic

a creature
at the feet
of an insular mountain
worlds bleed into each other
as he meets and exceeds
his interdimensional challenge

he arrives

peace is harvested
beneath his eyes
he sees the harbinger
the wanderer of accretion’s sides
worlds compiling
immortalizing what’s deep inside
truth rising
to unseat the lies
the walkingstick
consciousness
the autochthonous lock
with which
the key collides
that solitude must be reached
to find
the beautiful horizon
of an event
steeped in skies
epiphanies asterisk
emptying infinities
their flasks abyss’d
gently splintering into fractal rifts
radiating trees
made of dreams
that surpass their crypts
graves
derived from the decay
of two eyes’ rapid shifts
both the roots and the limbs
growing
in confusing and elaborate twists
convolutions only home
to hallucinogenic labyrinths
with constantly moving shafts within
often go unknown
like the squalls
produced by cloud and wind
but there will always come a time
when what exists
will be consumed
even if only briefly

attuned

discreetly
peace will bloom

asterisking(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  rpm the brown robe


prod. by lost soul



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy




verse 1: [stranded]


the inertia

of a solar system being murdered

telescoping
like the pupils
of discreet observers
the purgatory
in a heart’s
lonely stretch of galaxy
the surging void
while arid
doesn’t pose a threat
to how it beats

i wear a stone
that connects
by isoscelating out of me
my devotion channeled through a shard
of asteroidal rogue metallurgy

when love is strong enough
it can EASILY outtravel stars
despite how fast they are
beams of light
could never flash as far
death’s my avatar
‘cause all my L!FE
goes to those i love
i forever om them hugs
‘cause their importance
overflows my blood

what do you know of love
when there’s nothing in it for you
it isn’t love
if much of what you offer
benefits YOU

be honest with yourself
about what you get in return
is your love
given the HONOR
all men and women deserve
you don’t feel what you claim to feel

where REAL is concerned
if you don’t profit
and how you feel
withers in turn
while most disintegrate
when things
don’t unfold
how they desire
EYE’M on some
flowers GROWING
in a galaxy ENTIRE

the path i’m on
is worn
by such powerful diviners

twinkling surrounds me
like a gallery of fire
atomic flames
magnified
to be captured
by the optic range
the air dressed
in the iridescent
pure expression of exotic waves

i’m enslaved

by all beauty
that my eyes obtain
by eyes
i mean
whatever means by which
i gather a divine display

here you go again
glowing
in your chimeric style

endearing clouds
magnificent sky my here and now

i disappear
into a mirror
that reveals my smile

extremely grateful
for the peers
my atmosphere abounds

spend some time alone
go inside your soul
and feel around

like shigaraki’s
disembodied hands
‘my hero…’ shroud

peering down
is how you bioengineer a crown
when you look within
your roots ascend
their shoots extend
and pierce the clouds

cirromorphic aftermath
the sky a shaken etch a sketch
elaborately reconstructed
with the fragments
of the etheric mess

beanstalk technology
within steampunk ecology
when you crack a universe
you can’t keep it under lock and key
and keep in mind
your transformation isn’t finished
once its height is reached
once you’ve blossomed
your maturation is CONT!NUED
if you CL!MB the tree
EYE am what you cannot believe
you TOO can be unprecedented
and defy the established laws
of every physics
your mind could ever visit
my soul lights my eyes
the glow applies a shine
that echoes riddick’s
i’m dark inside
because my light
goes far and wide
it’s ectolytic
evanescence
dissipation
spreads
but rejects attenuation
and somehow
!NFLATES its strength
with increscent convex administration

my tree erects
within a bioluminescent shimmer matrix
and leaves the present limits
that constitute transept dimensions
BREAK!NG
transphase eradication
worlds bleed into each other
like andy and lauren strucker
light comes POUR!NG through the shutters

i die on a loop
constantly blooming
from shallow coffins
to walk through an asterisking
hypercubic flower garden
enlightened
by what my nostrils consume
from the tao of all scents
lulled by the finely tuned
silent music of howling starwind




verse 2: [rpm the brown robe]


don’t be so alarmed
the karma i spit
is always charming
empathy toward entropy
is love
that splinters sword and armor

the healing arborist
using hardwood as medium
writing his argument
for what’s right
and what would honor him
the storyteller

tells a threaded recollection
reflect the essence
from a time of myth and legends
hidden lessons

that leads in

to his higher self


y’all say that in your rhymes
but i don’t think that you have ever felt

majestic breath
of a tuned star
that no one’s seen
wind traversing distances
a million years could never reach

he let that seep
skin deep
symbols dream

a simple beam
landed on his forehead
and made a scene
nazarene

the day to day believer
ingenious
a different species greets us
venus

uniqueness
it’s how she glow
she teach us
keep some secrets of your own
increase trust
pleased enough
why not blow the beast up
street stuff

when that beat crush
in effect with it
seed falls
qigong
BE cause
restore the seafloor
invest in elder wand

deep halls
built of teak logs
like how cells bond

i heard that

see another in their highest form
lifting up
enables one
to do and say where they belong

my favorite method
is madness of the ecstatic
patching ragged fabric
faster tricks
when the gases mix
each line could have an asterisk
of the hazard bits
that’s what magick is
faith
so strong
it’s not analogous

to your vocabulary
that you acquired
huh

the bard plucks his lyre
then recants an ancient fire bomb
the working of a pseudomorph
as it leaves the morgue
free to be no more
but it chooses
what please the lord
his feet are crossed

spine straight up
in an ether orb
you could leap aboard
but you still holding onto weaker form

because she adorned
what she saw
in her illumined state
he breathes the force
power in his gaze
accumulate

botan'smirror(prod. by lucas ingram)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)


starlord

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]

a little stroll
in the afterlife
to pass the time
flatline
and butterfly designs
swoll my third eye
and multiply realities
my cloud float to galaxies
transmute sound and space
through solar alchemy
ghost wizard
talk to spirits
beyond the boundaries
sage smoke and blunts
fill my lungs
on the balcony
satellite locked
laser armed at your cavalry
we i-o-a-c kid
lords of star traveling
unraveling the ancient glyphs
of wise dragons

contains magick

we exist on a spinning planet
await the landing

ten lost monks
from mars
continue chanting
a mystic night unfolds
as the flames start dancing
smoke swirls
indica haze
sativa saturn
cryoworm
the space phantom




verse 2: [a/void]

anomalous spectral matter phase
radiating fractal cage
trapped in space
sorcery below
your soul’s dragged away
tattered
like flags that waved
it scatters
like glass that breaks
drag the lake
departure
has such a sharp aftertaste

traumatic force
ioac distorts space
its fabric warps
as light collapses forth
a hole spirals
a dragon soars
darkness flame ablaze
the awakening of a jagged torch
a/void
a star erased
the shape of a latent shadow-morph
nebulous wings pound the sky
but no sound arrives
a creature lacking form
copying how an owl flies
despite the fact
this happens in an instant
the moment galvanized
the aeronautic silence
could count to five
a thousand times
death pervades everything
only a cloud survives
an inarticulate blur
indifferently swirling around demise
surrounded by transmutative beauty
that drowns the eyes
his irises overcome
by several souls in one
that pronounce him blind
his vision better
once he’s been synesthetically alchemized
his own combusts
energetically
he never sleeps
…in a house of flies
forwardmorphic
a chimp with a projector
giving a lecture
a serrated ocean
introduces evolution
with consistent pressure
he walks into this liquid shredder
undaunted
meticulously severed
he finds solace
inside the knowledge
he’ll be configured better

no matter what reflection
he’s collecting
the mirror’s clever
he takes each image presented
as etheric treasure

m6-117(prod. by 7rinth)

written and performed by sea/swordz


prod. by 7rinth





i blow the dust
off the vortex
a spiral starts
the sky ajars
what slides through

are kaiju
that swallow stars

seven arm’d studentz
install prudence
behind my bars
an elaborate
zen labyrinth

i get lost
inside the calm
some are quick
to go outside
as if they know about
what’s right or wrong
but
they themselves
live inside a glass house
like diatoms
you’d think there’d be a limit
to the light emitted
by a pair of eyes
but NAH
the scintillation-rich
soul window panes
are FIXED inside her skull
my heart’s a palindrome
for this owl
it holds in high regard
no matter how it’s shown
its power FLOWS
abounding
by and large
it behaves as if time is paused
an unwavering sideways jar
filled with sand
so still
it can’t be spilled
OR pantomime a fall
love that never dies at all
a sea of swordz
so finely sharp
that even under penalty
of infinities
their tide will not be dulled

the waves extend beyond their shores
etheric flames sent flying forth
spooky action at a distance
magick semper fi’s the source


we are trees

our mind’s the branches
twigs
and leaves

our spine’s the trunk

our nerves
the roots that span beneath

the soil is the planet
we must toil through
with anarchy
until its land is forested
with evolution’s canopy

her beauty is clarity
an aura blooms
one can’t believe

my entire world is fog
its blur removed
by amber chi

the light produced
as those eyes of hers
suffuse volcanic beams
is only dwarfed
when this moon-anthropomorph
expands her cheeks

sometimes i can FEEL her smile
even when it can’t be seen
NOTHING
makes me feel more powerful
than when i see her dance with peace
but
at the same time
it’s like

i’m some sort of phantom creep

simply ‘cause i express a TRUTH
that WON’T abandon ME

these are things
you may not understand
love’s MOST UNCOMMON hidden tongue
but i just speak a language
that my heart invented
with its sun
it doesn’t matter
if the light
that reaches a planet
is dim or none
a body still revolves
around its star
when eclipses come
the orbit may be long
pitch black
but i face it head on

that’s how i’ll survive
if i tried to hide
i’d be dead wrong

dreamweaveher(prod. by eczein)

written by stranded and om

performed by stranded


NEARLY this ENTIRE verse was derived from things om said/wrote......shared......or played a role in somehow


prod. by eczein




the field was a dotted scene
silhouetted with olive trees
the reluctant prophecy
where a poet’s blood
will decide to sing
of mice and men
a makeshift firing squad descends
semiautomatic
projections of astral sidearms swim
through a moonless night
where bullfighting defiant twins
a teacher
and a pajama-laden charismatic writer’s
life will end

in these foothills

absent of good will

as they’re put to death
in some respects
time stood still

woman in an inkblot
a remarkable image thrives
thoughts are synthesized
it’s not unlike walking in the sky
magick is symbolized
like her spectacular sigil’d eyes
it is FELT
like the beauty of nature itself
just CRASHED into your mind
the summoning of molecules
this is the only dance i do
my thoughts engulf organic food
the worlds i walk are xanadus

an oracle detects the spark
in a horrid stretch of dark
you can’t avoid the light
when the torch is a totemic heart
two cobras indicate
a metamorphosis is set to start

in a way
their fangs behave
as inflorescent darts

transformation blossoms
each branch
serrated occum’s’
for those who self-examine
every tangent’ll vaporize ‘em


my spirit
like unbrading[adj.] rope
disappears into flames of smoke
like an arctic fox
in the process of changing coats
my reality is saturated
as her patterns take control
her atmosphere
a series of chrysalids
that reshape our souls
i has a great appreciation
for the pillars
i create with om

it’s through tiny miracles
that our communication grows
she’s appeared as hummingbirds
and owls
in a befuddled blur
exists as every woman
there will be
is
and ever was on earth

we’ve learned to bloom
beyond ourselves
and rediscover birth
and reemerge
much improved
like zhylaw
from the underverse
the power
of the very energy
that makes us who we are
the inherent clouds
that integrate
and inflate our fuselage

we’re force carriers
our building blocks are bosons
worlds away from our outer shell
our pillars wander rogue skies

she broke through
as movement quickened
behind my closed eyes
found me in my dream
and omsmithed a symphonic goldmine

atomic fireflies
synchronize as constellations
old night communicates the future
through a private language
omnidimensional telepathic truth-amalgamation
a puzzle’s solution
blooms
within the vacuum of hydrostatics
lost
in the eyes of those
who aren’t astute
in their observations
are souls
who’ll never gaze upon
the fruit of such pollinations

etheric winds were blown
seeds of pyramids were sown
you’ve often remarked
that i SEE you

your blood begins to flow

secret streams
beneath the dreams
of a kindred tone

carried whispers
for the NEED of a specific stone

from there
those whispers became screams
that transcend their home

across dimensions
to be received
where they’re meant to go

a glow
woven
from the thread
of a binary loom
a barren planet
snared
by a pair of its most cherished moons

i’m VERY grateful
for the satellites i wear
bestrewn
with such rare perfumes
that only leave the heir/air IMPROVED
i routinely endure
the mature impact
made by fluttered wings
and instinctively condense fact
from the vapor of subtlety
in a multiverse of only surface
i voraciously hunt for DEEP
an empath
while others sleep
i’m awake to what’s underneath

psymultaneousutterance(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  brown robe

verse 2:  stranded

verse 3:  p. wrecks

verse 4:  silntz



beat:  warlock poems




verse 2: [stranded]

defiance dilates
pupils awake
a pride inflates
we rove
in search of prey
mass graves
that which stimulates
the mirror
that is a lake
to truly understand
what it is
that their reflection indicates

one must inundate

immerse themself
into the whole
of their authentic truth
begin at the root

and spiral to higher altitude
the sky invites this flower’s bloom
exotic pollen clouds
rain hypnotic blossoms down on you
the horticultural ghosts
that haunt tomorrow’s garden
BOO!!!
potent soil
that only immortals shadowander through
a cryoplasmic loop
the way curved
like the contour
of a saber tiger’s zygomatic tooth
swirling
like the labyrinthine form
of a fractal-hypercube
this is the branch
on which i travel
its sap subsumed
an arduous path
i adapt
after contracting wounds

reconfigure my exacting moves
the difficult maneuvers applied
with turn on a dime aptitude



verse 3: [p. wrecks]

lantern raised
to cast the same glance
whether spiderling or lizard king
weaving past the drainage canals
cobble trailed
you can almost see the sliver of space
beneath her veil
leaking a stream of quills
into quilts of tear drops

it takes no additional tact
to find where to emphasize
and still not

one response
from the mechanized wild life
she sat on an awkward nest
of her belongings
scrawling the passers by
they didn’t understand it yet
but the envy
is in the hiding in reflection
of mistaken disassociation
staring dead eyed
as reminiscence
the moth and the dragonfly
conversate
next to an animated pile of bones
dip into skull
’til brush is full
then
sumi one stroke
summarize the bridge’s demolition before
before beyond the capacity of knowing
picket line dollar sign casualty
vacant tenants
lake of monoxide
under a moldy moon
i described my own revelations
sunken freighter realization
intercepted sincerity

sampling the sound of beetle wings
pinned inside a shadowbox carapace
sound system of typewriters down a long haul
long hollow underwater cavework
in clay
so the tides reinvent the alignment of the tiles
changing the realm’s purpose
toward downward strides
for
beneath these lurking laylines like landslide


amongst the summit
listened close to encompass



verse 4: [silntz]

to bear the crux’s encumberance
is to bear the lust of its puppets
to summits of the skull’s corruption
self-destruct
and again walk amongst them

plunges to penumbral’s subtle clutch
disrupted by the shuttered suns
upsurging induction
when the equinoxes’ purges cometh

the blur of the seraph’s abrupt justice
flux
when the herd is culled
by the incubus’ touch brushes
the slumbered
uncultured pneuma’s substance

progenitus of mundus
has come to encompass
the veils erupted
summons the seven thunders
the earth tears asunder
fed to its endless hunger

the archeus floods me
through ursula major’s framework
hail anima mundi
salvation to the kingdom coming
wayfarer’s prayer
for the elapse of man’s nadir

the dream stele
beneath where the sphinx kneels
the three kings
reveals the link
between the good shepherd of fields
and the solstice’s circuit
around nirn’s circling wheel

you disturb the ancient temple of enlil
pillage artifacts as you pass

i sit back and watch the cavern collapse

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written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  zodd the immortal

verse 2:  stranded



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verse 1: [zodd the immortal]

skies erase
soon as i slumped in
clouds decayed
the devil smiled in my face
saw the guardian of heaven’s gates
it was satan
he let me in
betraying faith
he couldn’t break from sin

he stayed
to have a conversation
with those demons
that draped him
his goal is gold

his soul is forsaken
old fragrance
of ohh no!one
ever forgave him

cold to the touch
skin like an alligator’s
breaking

shootout in heaven’s ballroom
many lives were taken
demons awaiting
as he climbed to sleep
afraid
at night
late
it kept him awake
he can’t take the faces he sees
when he closes his eyes
the image woven inside
swollen eyes
leaked sullen cries
they fall like angels
hear them pray to die
my rhymes got enough energy
to make a spaceship fly
koan
that’s the sacred tribe
shake your face
to this hateful vibe
bow
and put your fucking mouth
on a rifle
and take your life
or stick your neck out
and watch me smile
as a blade just slice
you take fate’s advice
twice
and call me in the morning
okay
thank you
bye


he gave up everything
for the pain and suffering
the hours are terrible
but at least the pay is nothing
he gave up everything
for the pain and suffering
the hours are terrible
but at least the pay is nothing

her leg was made of glass
the glass was full of beer
didn’t seem to have a fear
but she was sad
and that was very clear
she remembers her lost love
he still whispers in her ears

the words are sincere
she ain’t delusional
when she hears it
she never aged
she stayed the same for many years
one night
she couldn’t sleep
she peeked out the window
in tears
the wind blows
as she wonders if she’ll ever see him
it felt like he was near
why she never had to visit him
at the mausoleum
it was constant grieving
but that feeling went away
with the days
his presence started to fade
his soul began to disappear

she dreamt about him being there
she felt him breathe
in the air
and in her dreams
is where a few more moments
were allowed to be shared
but
she’d remember death
and wake up screaming in despair
he really loved her
so another motherfucker
couldn’t even compare
that deep stare
the longing
completely unaware of her surroundings

this ‘once upon a time…’
has no ‘happily ever after’


i’m the ghost
you see in hopeless dreams
devoted demons
spoke with meaning
i’m focused

eyes gleam
like the ocean breathing

in a full moon
with no clouds
and the flowers in full bloom



verse 2: [stranded]


…the sky is so proud

mermaid singing in the rain
her song
a perianth of pain
whorls evolve
an errant grave
where she learns to WALK

mesmerized
in my heart’s world
i exist
absorbed
i gently swirl
in a disorienting eye abyss


sky fish
leptocircini tribe
adrift

green dragontail
magick butterfly twists
haunted
by a force
horizon eight
her voice precipitates
he’s smothered
by the moon
where her true lullaby originates
(if)
love’s the final wound

he suffers a satellitic fate
of all that he’s been binded to
NOTHING so aptly integrates
the lampshade that befell
roptera meges
serves as a stranded grey cell
to his microcosmic
light-exotic species

trees are stars of sorts
far more than what can be seen

while what lies beneath
creeps
i’m ionized by each leaf
mountain of bewilderment
statues of natural 13375?3@!<
as life astounds
i somehow
ascend descending-steep peaks

edit the cartography
cytherian volcanic bloom
intraplate extension
dimensions inflate
through mantle plume

ignited by spirit
divine chimeric amplitude
this chemical fire
lights a diapiric candle fuse
abrupt illumination

shadows in the mirror
glisten
subtle hallucinations
stagger into my field of vision
momentary glyphs hover
sigils of a truer path
unfold and recoil fast
but subtleties don’t elude my grasp
i’m able somehow
despite the complexities
to do the math
although my peek behind the veil
is brief
i’m never too detached
i’m connected
but my sense of connection
MAY be wildly flawed
‘cause i’m profoundly drawn
to someone
who doesn’t want me around AT ALL
still
i feel the tug
of anti-entropy within my blood
the reflection in my mirror
is vampiric
but it’s REAL AS FUCK
a hermit age silence
reverberates in my iris
the certainty
that lurks
beneath the purr
of sacred eyelids

a parasol
that somehow focuses
the glare of stars

provides a light
that’s quite particular
like aerosol

a pleasant warmth
i metamorph
into a higher self
the sky is ashed
with the pyroclast
of my melancholic shell
while in most cases
people are incarcerated
by THEMSELVES

in my case
i’m not the architect
of my own hell

wings and wands
a cluster in the distant sky sparkles

if planet earth
has a hearse
they can ALL carpool

what
you think
‘cause you’ve been hearing me
speak of love OFTEN

that i don’t STILL want human beings
to be stuffed in coffins

selfish
parasitic caterpillars
undercauldroned
need to get back in their chrysalises
they’re not done evolving
i myself DEVELOP
my endoskeleton cracks

my mind expands
and then commands
its shell to grow back

i wear my old skulls
on my head
in a stack
enduring horrible illusions
with my head still attached
mad
i roam a rabbit hole
whose denizens rap
psychedelic waffle cone
melanoleuca cats

occulted
by the absence
of respect and appreciation

obstructed
by patterned neglect
and such deep abrasions
my place in my heaven
my aspect
within leo
tainted

suffers
perhaps
a perpetual deviation
but despite being eclipsed
his light tirelessly emits
a halo
that’s still adrift
above an angel
whose wings were clipped

the true gard/e/n
whose roots
are always blossoming
his love
the star
that blooms in his heart
can not be dimmed

noisycircles(prod. by isaiah opatz)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  ben lowder

verse 2:  stranded



prod. by isaiah opatz



song is from ben lowder's album 'standoffish refuge'.....available at the following link:

https://deadorchard.bandcamp.com/album/standoffish-refuge




verse 1: [ben lowder]


who’s out there

i hear you

do you hear me


engulfed in white light
it never ends
i hold my life
like my best friend
the soul is finite
on the death of ben
holographic notions
where i die inside
what heaven drips

saving grace’s animal touch
i wait for the day
when i don’t have to have a crutch
the actual non-egoic
ominous totems
i’m a fragile
throbbing poet
locked in this poet
meaning astral throbbing focus
isn’t necessarily god at its mostest
shadows of obvious ghost phlegm
one of the oneness
of the godness of emotion


life gets so fucking real
being alive is mindful
and nothingness is how you heal
with that being said
i’ma rap ’til i’m dead
like i’m not dead now
with a bash to the head
and the casual regret
of the opposite of now
visions of invisible shapes of life
there is no individuals
it makes me cry
life is as empty
as embracing ageless sky
sometimes i try to figure it out too much
‘cause i’m a slave to why
in and outs of true love
shame tastes like time
i send out juju
to fake universe creatures
like humans
eat drugs
except i’m only in a cage
in my mind


awaken
to a deadpan
tragedied place
like ancient breath
trance
shadows of grace
today
i’m just going to let the information
of the astral
fade
‘cause what i’m trying to collect
is just dust particles
of a heaven
no one could ever actually make
still just trying to find the headspace
to feel ok with what’s lost
slimy deadweight
distilled
in the pain of god
there’s a million ways to love
and it still feels like my brain’s in knots


nothing to prove
but eager to write
the sun and the moon
all the freaks in the sky
rubber cocoon-like feelings
that i’m always going to die


i can be brave
it hurts to learn how
we are not safe
burning in doubt
the body is sacred
the earth is too proud
i’ve been impatient with my hurt
since i was a child
actually
i’m a really nice person
i really care about every person
that’s ever smiled

i am despair
god makes me shiver
i am aware
of the ominous zipper
isaiah’s white squares
talk to my spinning
dayish nightmares
as awkward as benjamin
just stay with me
as i prepare to launch off
to the infinite
i never fucking mean
to be over-holy
i just want to truly take care of my body
while i’m still fucking in this shit
i just want everybody
to truly take care of their bodies
while they’re still fucking in the shit

nothing to prove
but eager to write
the sun and the moon
all the freaks in the sky
rubber cocoon-like feelings
that i’ll always be alive

nothing to prove
but eager to write
the sun and the moon
all the freaks in the sky
rubber cocoon-like feelings
that i’m always going to die





verse 2: [stranded]


malexistence
subdimensional
unconventional misfits
running amok
under the construct
of what lies just outside
of your limits

calibrate your eyes
to beyond the skies
let each iris fly
what lies behind the disguise
will radiate
quantum miles inside

devour your interests

entangled
in the immense strangle
of an exemplary angel
sent to me
as a reflection
of my own energy
transmitted through a digital cable
a propensity
for complimentary angles
a natural tendency dangles
from the communion
of two souls cruising
through the folds
of this bold illusion
they come and go
like the ebb and flow
of evolution

destined to reconnect
when they see fit next
not a bit more
or a bit less
and whenever they once again met
it was as if there was never movement
the smoothness
of their dissolution
is only rivaled by its restitution
such encounters act as an exit
an assonant nexus
a years of light fast
life raft from the wreckage
zooming
raging like fires
mired in retribution
taken to higher and higher levels
like the breadth
of our ether’s pollution
thanks to the defiant efforts
of the dumb
deaf
and blind
negligent humans

meanwhile
an eyes of horus
pineal forest
where high velocity
mitochondria flourish
designed by the likes
of a hybrid
dark/light consciousness florist
blossoms
despite the soil
not being suitable
to properly nourish
blooming to heights
comparable to comets in orbit
plotted on courses
through galaxies
that have not been recorded
with love as an abnormality
how can this reality
not be distorted

but with the likes of orvega
on the way
to become the particles
that constitute the future’s sworn savior
a multitude of thoughtful youth
colluding
to make the world greater

i can release
a sigh of relief
with the undying belief
that this truth
will be performed later
naturally selected
evolution of a species
destined to primarily
both distribute and absorb data

so until then
i’ll just play
with this molecular clay
putting forth
my best effort to shape
appreciating any peace
that i may catch on the way
even though
it perpetually teeters
on the edge of a grave
always threatened
by humans’ nature
to so effortlessly ever betray
so desperate to consume the light
that improves their life
that
in the process
they extinguish the flame

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written by stranded and om

performed by stranded


this ENTIRE verse was derived from things om said/wrote......shared......or played a role in somehow



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a nightmare carries her
her movements lost in the wind

as the moon and stars
illuminate her marvelous grin
a dream wakes him
from reality
it’s conjured away

ignited
his eyes flutter
sacred gossamer flames
these wings
rooted in the ashes
of his prior disdain
he flies the coop
that would trap him
the rem’s sky
breaks his chains
his soul nourished
by how gracefully
she rides on the waves
that ripple
from the ocean
vocalizing his pain

so often
the architects
won’t acknowledge their eyes

the vision
that they provided
for such marvels to rise
such brilliant stars
obscure themselves
far too modest to shine
for
even the most expert
of craftsmen
simply follow designs
magick wanders through time

indifferent to when

it exists
both now and there
both here and then
where only spirit lives
the omnipresent gravity well
the all-encompassing dimension
that attracts and repels
are you open or closed
to the answers
only gnosis beholds
the unknown
illumined by a lantern
in a solsticial pose
is this the truth
of a planet
that so hopelessly glows
or just the musings
of a phantom
with a ghost of a soul

translucent meditation
sparks the light we consume
ancestral drums
made from the shadows
of their ruins
kaboom

we embrace the moon
taste the gentle rays
it exudes
and shape our world
the way the dark city strangers
would tune

then cape and broom the sky
those vibrations balloons
a winged reflection
of the sacred echo chamber that blooms

an oasic resonation ensues
an aligned harmonic tone
a single hum is composed
from an anti-entropic loam
we reap the tranquility
that blossoms
the labyrinth of light
that explodes
the elaborate fate
of a collapsing star
when a shadowalkingstick’s sown
the horticultural significance
is equivalent
to all that is known
of the degree
to which
wolves
impact and augment their home


everything and nothing
we’re already aware

buried in our future
is a wealth of repairs

may the measure of our growth
overwhelm our despair
as we discover
so much more
of our ‘self’
that is there
we’re aliens
our hosts are prisons
spaceships with no ignition
far too many fools
marooned
capitulate of their own volition

their hearts should beat
with such passionate vibrations
that their will to escape
alone
would shatter their rib cages
one should follow their fascination
dive into imagination
explore their mind
to find
what provides their soul
with approbation
a simple step
to a seemingly inaccessible destination
like the balance achieved
with the application
of patterned [in/ex]-halation

soothing
like the movements
of bees on a massive hive
a sort of cymatic-like
synchronous performance
of splashing vibes

waves that tumble forth
in swirling scattered tides
that morph
like the black designs
on rorschach’s disguise

surveilled
through the eye of a soul
a pair of owls

mysteriously
hear the sacred tone
of an errant fowl

one becomes a blur
or perhaps
the two of them are merged
scanning
their flight frantic
as they hunt what they’ve heard

they complete their task
her face obscured
as she is reached
at last
this indistinct bird
seems to prefer to be her mask

circle
cross
square
the energy builds
the power coming off what she shares
is giving me chills
such a pleasant sensation
with a sinister feel
not sinister as in sinister
but sinister still

her passenger
pure magick
my window unsealed

i’m curious
what sort of blade
the wind will reveal
the face sculpted
from the bird’s crazed convulsions
wasn’t hers
but
the revelation
of her identification
went undeterred
i can’t adequately express
my appreciation
for what she stirs

somehow
she has a distinct inclination
to summon words

this is a shadow play
cast by an omphalos flame
an oracular display
on a wall
that this track portrays
she’s pyrokinetic
she performs
the alchemical storm
that melts what he absorbs
and so elegantly pours

the beauty
is in the roots
that developed within her core
as they bloom
the atomic composition
of her elements are reformed

lost
in inseparable sparks
obsidian roars
she can’t see the moon clearly
so she must lift up her sword

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written by stranded and om

performed by stranded


[anything between "::" was either literally written by om......or evolved from something she wrote or from her herself in some way]



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who goes there???

::all indigo and bone::

her soul’s rare
she could be on a FIRE planet
and there’d be a cold air
the expressed tone
of the resplendent
dynamism that om wears
a majestic glow
somehow hidden
from most stares
it’s despicable
how SUCH a vision
is ingested almost NOWHERE
but don’t be so impatient
there’s NO weight
that the pendulum WON’T bear

the glint of an unknown glare
will find its place
despite the time it takes
it will ply its way
to the other side of space
where most certainly
the most discerning of eyes
awaits
and the wolfish thirst
of such ojos
exerts a SUBLIME EMBRACE

PEACE!!!
to the existence
of magnificence
so masterful
i give being permitted
to witness such creatures
my utmost gratitude
i walk
into a vertically established
pelagic pool
any time i imagine a world
that flourishes fast
aloof
the casual realization
of holographic roots

concretized
by the time they mature
and amass their fruit

two serpents
in a circuitous
chiropractic loop
a metaphor
symbolizing a frequency’s rise
to a pyroclastic roof
love is a language
spoken with monosyllabic use
that
somehow
achieves the ultimate
polysyntactic truth
depth
that would surpass
cascading black holes
inflating
a flame
that burns more sure
than that
of ALL the souls in hades
the perpetual path
of gas
that clouds amass
inhaling
their showers BACK
from what’s corroding
on the ground
when acid raining

my origin is in the stars
brit marling eye philosopher
::women of the occult::
my sky is made of gossamer
although
insubstantiality
is NOT what EYE observe

i sit still
on a spiraling earth
not quite inert
FURTHER into a sea
of which
i cannot usurp
no matter how much i drink
i could never satisfy my thirst

what pretty creatures coil
in the soil of pain
the infinity that stirs
in an arboreal grave
an enduring
harlequin voice ascends
from its immortal remains
its endless
iridescent whispers
whip my forest ablaze

hongo sagrado
::white shadows:
voices or birds?::

both ignite a vast glow
that’s warm to discern

i spiral
through a convoluted vortical worm
only to be
at its point of origin
once i emerge

the aura
of an ouroboros sun
doesn’t blur

it radiates
more than it burns
splays undeterred

my darkness grows
parts unknown

but
my heart’s the glow
for
who else will light the way
one shadowalks alone
::sail the spiral
naturally::
don’t resist the descent

go inside yourself
with optimistic intent

survey your dream realm
wander conscious within

::symbolic psychomagick
argot-cryptic imprints::

a solemn mystic’s lens squints
what does it see

whatever lies within his heart

what does it seek

nothing in particular
it hunts on instinct
HIS god
is ALL that holds significance
the blood that it drinks

all the things
that matter most to him
that course through his veins
his foremost gratitude is shown
in hail
sun
snow
and rain

::annotated resonance

mantric halo specialist
his love
ROUTINELY expands
in waves of relevance::

a walk in the cold
an autumn stroll
as his heart unfolds
sometimes
envelopes are required
where his tsuanamis go

::elements of fire

smoke can’t filter everything
remarkable aspects
see themselves revealed
through every strain
a band plays in a room
located on a moon
rotating a cocoon
of a plant
pacing its bloom::

uzumaki gold
evolution
fibonacci code
my treasured truth
bestowed
by psilocybin interlocking souls
eventful horizon
the point at which
worlds begin colliding
however
it’s less of a collision
more gentle bonding
ever since they were tied
she’s been trying to winterize him
prepare him for a cold
HE’S always KNOWN
would NOT exist inside him
for
she provides a warmth
ignites a torch
so bright
that it should blind him
but that’s alright
you see much more
when you pinch your eyelids

such vivid silence
is the premise
for a mystic’s guidance
i walk into the jaws
of dim tomorrows
with strict defiance

all the wishes EYE make
are reserved for someone else

EYE don’t wish
for ANYTHING
that would only serve myself

i will never long
to receive a gain
that results
in someone else
suffering some sort of loss
in the exchange
when there are others
that are involved
and that’s how
you go about getting what you want
it wipes the magick off

i’d rather be deprived
if that’s the cost
if you think that’s fine
then you imagine wrong

and don’t realize
how wack you are

perpetuation
of behavior
of a typical human
::the sacrificial nature
of the alchemy forsaken
as they surrender their blueprint
and slip into a progressively
disorienting illusion

EYE prefer
to be immersed
in an exemplary trueness
in the heart
of which
all of sacred geomtree’s root is

a metaphor
for nature constantly blooming
molecules
shaping things
by innately spiraling to them

sorcerers procure
what they wish to accrue
through the power
of intent and confusion
i myself was charged
by sigils
upon the eyes
of a contemporary mutant
providing ME with vision
that presents
a more considerable future::
i’m APPRECIATIVE
of the gifts GIVEN
by these wizardry users

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written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded



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verse 1: [brown robe]


he's looking too hard
towards
what’s left behind
he can’t believe
peace exists
with all this
shit on his mind’s

state of chaos really
but almost everything fine
he can’t shake the feeling
something’s reaching out
from the inside

shapes linger

in a hovering
realm
not far from home
but home’s not really
still the safe zone
why is it i feel so alone
i guess probably ‘cause
i give my own self
for collateral on what i own

the sun harbors
behind the most electric
cloud in ascendance
he can sense the omnipresence
of what animates his legends
he didn’t have a name yet
went dressed as quintessence
or what he thinks
he knows
of his essence
still just lessons
‘cause they never lessen
always pay for themselves
with more and more
questions
some gems are semiprecious
others full of acceptance
fuck the preface
i’m here to see it clear
what the step is
they're just jealous
‘cause they’re
not attending their letters
i hold propellers
to lift me from the grip
of pressures

i’d like to behold

LORD show me where it enters
make me strong as a fortress
hordes of gorgeous
heartless mortals
on a tour bus
oh they’re so porous
and too callous
yet he gives them the
shirt off his back
he lacks balance

his love absorbs the horrors
his heart once a sun
just a moon of pewter
from the future
going numb

his instruments
miss his fingers

as they play to
zero
gravity
circumnavigating
care free
from the factors weighing
on his factory
that activation
all the dust that is ancient
i’m saying



verse 2: [stranded]


are those hands
taking something away

or are they giving
as long as they belong
to those in his heart
he’s NOT tripping
if being there
for those he loves
comes at the cost
of langolier attrition

he’d walk the earth
a mere FIGMENT
but STILL kicking

‘cause
no matter HOW much of him disappears
under these conditions
that absence
could never overshadow
what APPEARS within him
so
although he’s shattered
his shards lost
in the atmospheric distance
what blossoms
from the fragments he provides
is his mirror image

for
while the sound
of a soul being fed
is imperceptible
he’s here to LISTEN
that’s music to his ears
when all he hears is prison

perhaps
the reason he’s so empty’s
‘cause he’s everywhere
and the parts of him
that are missing
make up worlds
of which
he’s unaware

on top of those
with which
he consciously chose to share
if HE suffers loss
for SUCH a gain
that’s MORE than fair
sacrifice is how a world’s repaired
too bad this species isn’t more prepared
to TRULY care
that’s why he speaks of evolution
‘cause genuine compassion
is acutely rare
that’s why he’s standing there
stranded
in a fugue-like stare
‘cause if no one else
gives of themself
then
we’re ultimately doomed to despair

but that sad reality
is not enough
for him to lack his own modality
he’ll do HIS part
even if in so doing
he’s the ONLY star
in that specific galaxy

so
as he crumbles
he takes solace
in the fact
that as he decays
something FAR MORE BEAUTIFUL
outside of him
can be SUSTAINED
clouds made of such dust
precipitate such peaceful rain
despite how much of him’s extinguished
morgana’s fingers protect his meager flame
her everpresence drives his light
to never reach a grave
that particular fire will RAGE
despite the grief of age
love will always burn inside him

so he remains

boltsofire[hangherinthesky](prod. by the hypnotist)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  silntz


prod. by the hypnotist



silntz + stranded = oscillating/hyper-clouds



note:  title of track does NOT contain a typo




they excited him

and we too had a relationship
tight wires between us
pegs too deep to uproot
and a mind like a ring

shut on some quick thing
the constriction killing me also

the child’s cry
melts in the wall
and i am the arrow
igniting its carbon monoxide
by eyes dulled to a halt


how they awaited him
those little deaths



verse 1: [stranded]


in a nebulous mirage
subsists a goddess
of ebullient truth
what i behold in my eye
is the embodiment of beautiful
[body of light]-gaze
divine nature
the only moon i view
powerful angelic magick
teems in a soul
and illumes a fuse
a flower blooms from akashic
hexagonal fluid swoops
an alchemical egg
that hatches
a seed that grows into a fruit
camouflaged
on a sacred branch
of a geometree
that the roots produced
an owl looms
contemplating fantasies
comprised of doom and gloom
bound in a loop
trapped
in the confines
of a private hula hoop
the disorienting nature
of a bite
that consumes its tooths

dizzied by tranquility
bewildered by the existence
of such innocence
for infinity

how can love
so unremittingly pour
from JUST ONE entity
admittedly
it would be difficult
for the subject
to endure the influx
of that roaring energy
ALMOST as difficult
as absorbing the stimulant for it
that’s pouring into me
a paradoxic sensation
as exhausting as it is to inhale it
it ALSO strengthens
when you are enamored
by something so abstruse
your heart becomes glossolalic
and talks in a language
that is so old
that it predates ALL that is ancient
in that
the words it speaks
are spoken at their dawn of creation
they didn’t exist
prior to being sprawled
as they evolved
from the mouth of your experience’s solid foundation
not unlike clarity’s sublime inflation
that takes place
after nodding off and waking
the blossoming nature of pollen
provided by innate cognitive stamen
and a pistil that swallows
rather than fires projectiles
embracing

their combined summation
arrowing toward
something verily divine and sacred
synchronized -halation
these bonds are covalent
the sharing of your very souls
honor-dilation
the reflection of something
so far and deep inside
that you need to acknowledge the significance
of what you see on the other side
when you face it
many times
such a witness decides
to hide or try to escape it
so frightened
by what their eyes imbibe
as they’re shown
what is seen below the surface
known to observers
who don’t inquire
beyond what is provided to laymen
she’s too familiar with the poignant plague
of an undiscerning gaze
to accept the existence of a passenger
who’s more than happy
to explore her maze
not because he wants to escape
but in fact
because actually
he wants to REMAIN
enthusiastic
to be hurled
in the spectacular swirling flames
of her massive auric blaze
to learn what matters most to her
and support its reign
rather than
for the purpose to obtain
what it is
that he himself
may want to gain

the objective
is to inundate her
with an innate grin
that will never fade
from the face of the planet
on which
the emocean exists
in which
she has occasion to swim

a world
upon which
he only wishes to stimulate
a favorable shape to descend
he is not the blacksmith
just flames
that allow the metal
she wishes to change
to be bent
what is forged in this hearth
is only determined
by her own personal dedication and strength

he’s just there to encourage her transformation
fanning the flames of her aura
until what was formerly latent
is dense
one small step for man
with the impact of a planet cratered with dents
a flower inflates from her crown
a thousand petals commence

her moonbeams move my sea
the gravitation’s intense
it’s lunacy
beautifully imbalanced
by the counterweight of a glimpse
consumed beneath
a smile strangles me
as i drown voluntarily
in her halo’s ascent

killer love
fills my lungs
this is how you survey
a dark corner of space
and build a sun
such polarity
is the only comparison
for what i will become




verse 2: [silntz]

an effulgent muse
elegant hue
benevolent
lest she manifest the reticent truth
of the fettering
dimethyltryptamenacing noose
the ever present vengeance
of senescent death
edges into view
the bearer of tombs
underneath her flesh's delicate roots

the plaintive dawn
awaits the tainted
scarred
goddess of hatred's spawn
a promise to ablate the storm
delayed
to embrace the bliss
of pain and wroth

her grace is born
cradled under faceless arms
elation
drawn from brains
marred from fumigation
of opiated fog

the length it takes
to permeate her form
is nothing more
than the rate
a horde of locust swarms
saturates a plain
lions gaze
and approbates their fall

from dusk til dawn
she spawns in illustrious forms
from dust and beyond
she’s cusped in the arm
and drawn to the touch of chaitanya

but the stasis she longs
isn’t made by a one thousand aged epoch
meditation phenom
but the waste of a solitary grave
which veins
venom-laced
wage endogenous jihad

a latent array of faces
a variegated halo'd angel
strangled
suffocated exacerbation
by a lack of innervations
that stimulate patterns
of ventilating inhalations

the praxis
she basks in parallaxes
the gravity of actions
she's enacted the manic laughter
of masked men
as she's half-bent
a pageant of death
the circle of ash
from the orphan's basket

the gorgons glances
captures her forfeited attraction
her dance thwarted
by her own hands
romancing nomads
the snow sands
draft through her nose
as her soul abandons her
on a sworded shore strand

below a sky of glass
she roams
cast aside
she's thrown out to die
she moans for guidance
from the only light she knows
the night collided
with a nameless silence

but this hellkite
is a rare sight in a cloudless sky
she stares
for all that she bears
the plight tears
behind the pillion of her night's mare
she rides ne'er
confiding in her sight's glare

EYE wish to hang her
where the horizon sears
with chemical fire snares
her iris peers my violet tears
as i lie beside this sublime wight
defied by an ire
misguided to her demise
my highness dear

so
to the gallows EYE walk
with a host of shadow stalks
stirs the archers’ arrows knocked
with a feral mock
i come to see her undeserved
a shallow blur under the grasp of want

intermetalliclifeform

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  rpm the brown robe



 verse 1:  [stranded]


a tree in the distance
an outlier sits in
protrudes from a mountain
each cloud in the sky
whispers

as its single denizen
looks down
with indifference
other similar creatures
are out
flying
sadistic
admiring the sight
of the head
of a giant mystic
lying behind a samurai
who’s dressed anachronistic

debris
of a an ominous figure’s
prior commitment
the demeanor
that he conjures
when glimpsed
is annihilistic(this is NOT a typo)

bringer of death
a staff
with an inquisitive head
at the other end
is a ring
from which
an azure ribbon projects
from the opisthenar of his right hand
a shield seems to egress

several bags of tea
hang from the fingers of his left

blood rains
the dragon is slain
it will decay

the bodies were whole
moments ago
they rapidly fade
a labyrinth of foes
quickly became
an obliterated maze
only bones remain
the battlefield is their grave
their tombstone is an echo-faceted
penetrating gaze
the lasting image
cast in a disintegrating blaze

a dreamcatcher
swings from his neck
apotropaic

any hostile force
to cross his path
is abated

he walks between worlds
casually
conflated
he hails from the very realms
where magick is CREATED

those teeth
will become the jaws
of a sword
you’ve never seen before
they’ll swirl
from the dragon’s skull
in a subtle storm
to be reformed
a blade
that transmutates
in the heat of war
that
when he wants it put away
some sort of hyperspace sheathe
absorbs

he’s a calm machine
with the posture of a voorhees
letting off some steam
with the composite of a corpse heap
he may not have a brain
he may just operate off instinct
but
even if that’s true
with what he can do
you’d think he CAN think

steampunk cybertronic limbs
his collar’s wizard hair
if he wants to
he can disappear
you can feel it in the air
and just think
if HE’S this impressive
what about his engineer
and don’t forget about the branch
from which
a distinct bird
that’s hidden
peers
it observes
but doesn’t interfere
it’s prepared
just in case
it has to take point
amongst the other birds
and starling murmurate
synchronize
as a macroscopic
nanobotic murder blade
that wields itself
in the sky
at an entropic inertial rate
silence lurks a phantom’s
firmamental sky
ETERNAL grace
she’s there
even when she’s NOT
within his heart
this bird’s EMBRACED
free to soar the heavens
of countless worlds
and never grow estranged
despite what distance grows
between their souls
a wormhole REMAINS
in his dreams
it seems he’s color blind
but only to a single shade
his eyes entombed
doomed to never know
the pleasant glow of jade
no one knows his pain
mariana trench’s ocean floor
there’s what there was before
there is now
and there’ll be so much more
this whole scene’s a metaphor
that personifies what’s deep within
how SO MUCH can be experienced
but still somehow be meaningless

he has ABSOLUTELY no clue
why he exists
despite the fact he’s so unique
no one sees who he TRULY is




verse 2:  [brown robe]


illuminescence
i come from peace
with a message
i prefer the peace
this blade’s
just for the tensions
what’s the meaning
of this self afflicted preening
my head steaming
pour my flows
the only reason
he is posed

is because he knows your here

his robe’s for the cold
but also
for the volunteer
who frees it
from its sleep in the ethers
greetings
i am agape of amnesias
force field speaker
speaking on the frequent
weaving secret reason
for reasons you shouldn’t frequent
doctrines
of the lost season
lofty beings putting in work
looking hard at the board meeting
core teachings
make him want more feedings
the ethics of a saracen
the heart of a mohican
ribbon ring stick crook
brain his hatchet
gold in his left hand
to lure the attachment
they shook by the soul action
his inner code beyond matrices             
speaking ancient leaves
with the air accent
given appearance
of courage gleamed
from the battleground
they don’t understand him
don’t want to have him around
hes not a savage
just a passive ascetic
with a habit of defending
against who is aggressing
here i stand alone
as the night shift’s subsiding
rays of dawn
reveal the thoughts of his violence
rivets glinting
on his metallic gear
cosmic in the littered earth
sad at absent ears
flocks flee  
into the cavern
with velocity
compound switch blade
some solid geometry
the myst of souls returning
reverse rain storms
sermons
cries heard
only by the hermits
on the fringe of the nightmare
frozen revelation
not a moment too soon
praise to who they’re chasing
he saw the loop

and then its interlacing
enough to walk through
the next tier of its equation
partial to bards
give pass to freemasons

but kings think their things
give them wings
and they’re risen
flick
then he slits them
it just lays there withering
he finds the whole experience
sickening
buts it’s wisened him

he’s looking forward
to switching moods
cross-legged
with some stiff brew
this too shall pass
and continue

ornaments of honor
adorn his whole ensemble
they’ve made him
a lord of war
but that’s not what he wants
though

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