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
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
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
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
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