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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

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written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  silntz


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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