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