Monday, April 23, 2018

puzzlepeace(prod. by episodic)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by episodic



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

close proximity
between dimensions
causes atmospheric shifts

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

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

whatever glow that i may generate
the light is dim

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

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

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

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


hook:

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







Sunday, April 15, 2018

pswordplay(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by lost soul



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

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

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

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

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

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

wandering through mazes
within a maze
that’s cartographicless

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

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

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

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







Sunday, April 1, 2018

skulleidoscopicmirrors[selfreflection](prod. by lucas ingram)

written and performed by a/void


prod. by lucas ingram



hook:

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


verse:

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

you need to conquer
that distortion
and recalibrate
relieve the stress

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

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


hook [x2]:

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





Saturday, March 31, 2018

whenthestarsmalign(prod. by eczein)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by eczein



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

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

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

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

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

this goes for ALL OF YOU

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

reformed
transmogrified

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

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







Thursday, March 22, 2018

adistincthypgnosis(prod. by axphykz)

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


prod. by axphykz



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

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

beware of the wolf
i collaged in the past

a rare amalgam
of an owl
crossing its path

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

EYE am less than nothing
my shadow’s extinct

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

this silence
is all that can be heard
from inside

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

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










Tuesday, March 6, 2018

hidan'ssyringe(prod. by kabuki ninja)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

menes the pharaoh

sea/swordz


prod. by kabuki ninja

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

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

and

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



verse 1: (menes the pharaoh)

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

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

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

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

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



verse 2: (sea/swordz)

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

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



Thursday, March 1, 2018

farspirecodex(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

stranded

rpm the brown robe


prod. by warlock poems



verse 1: (stranded)

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

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

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

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

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



verse 2: (rpm the brown robe)

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

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

one mind like aurobindo

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

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

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

connect the links






Friday, February 23, 2018

eyesickles(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by a/void


prod. by 7th galaxy



lost

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

wildly bouncing
spinning around in anticipation

clairaudient

carebear

i share my heart with him

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

growth triggered
by figurative motile attributes

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

his single eye
increased in size
as gaara demonized

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

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

cries lost
in the reign of this pair

scars are camouflaged
when the pain is severe










Tuesday, February 20, 2018

origamicyclone(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)


starlord

a/void

dr. hatake downplay

a/void
 

prod. by 7th galaxy



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



verse 1: (starlord)

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



verse 2: (a/void)

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

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

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



verse 3: (dr. hatake downplay)

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



verse 4: (a/void)

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

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

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

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





Tuesday, December 26, 2017

haunt(prod. by ())

written and performed by stranded


prod. by ()



this beat
makes me nod my head
like the hulk’s
response to threats
slamming loki
by his legs
on some ‘puny god’ whatevs
to capture
what my mind ejects
i write with electronic lead
my rhymes are puzzle pieces
from a sequence
that does not connect
i need to rearrange them
i’m a detail-natured architect
deinopis seeking prey
the things i say are spider threads
the computer keeps the pace
as i weave and shape
a great methodic web
listeners
who shift their eyes
to the sky
will find a net

you’d be surprised
how many times
the skin astride my astral body
sheds
to wriggle out
from under parasites
vampires i have fed
ecdysis
an energetic exodus
my fire ebbs
disperses
from where it can be usurped
through fangs inside my neck
i flick ‘em off my shoulders
starving cobras i do not respect
with calm composure
gently alter boulders
to their smallest specks
it doesn’t matter what they weigh
they crumble
break
dissolve
duressed
scattered
by a hidden dragon’s wrath
my arm’s possessed

often times
the way my rhymes
are designed
as my insides project
my thoughts are lost
in my own private
kotodamic dialect
i love okami to death
yet i digress
ophiocordyceps gives new meaning
to the ANTenna one might express
heads explode
like naota’s
when his n.o. power’s iris spreads
perithecia disperse their cells
their servant shell’s final breath

their teeth securely fastened
to a leaf
before their time of death
a bunch of trees
with corpses on their leaves
this forest
quite complex

veiled
dreams are braille
i sleep on a nail
made out of iron beds
impaled
i find it difficult
to read the realms
that i just left









Saturday, December 23, 2017

thejawsoflight(prod. by surge cess)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

dr. hatake downplay

a/void


prod. by surge cess


hundred-year war is..............dr. hatake downplay/lucas ingram........and.......a/void



verse 1: [dr. hatake downplay]

9 dots
out of the box thinking
that most are misperceiving
specific study epiphanies
from a make shift kingdom
psychoactive chemistry practice
fillory magic distinction
synced like gps spoofing tools
controlling increments
prometheus expedient star-map
open source data crack
supersonic magnetized turbulence
molecular cloud collapse
by amplified robustness
with lightyears to expand
durable frame tardigrade
origins
unexplained by man
100 year war-chants
that dance off satellites
overwriting humans
spoolers programmed to terabyte
that hubble sight’s alright
but their flights stay low orbit
we speed of light spinning
from a gravity warping fortress
storm the quantum foam
with exotic matter forces
deformed in higher dimensions
superpositions of waves
sick district 9 resistance
bloody mech suit interface
alien physics
twisted kip thornes and roses


verse 2: [a/void]

a wave of gravitation
untamed fascination
radiation of omniscalar
innate natural inflation
a pseudo-neutron heart
too small for it’s output
BLAZING
unestablished valence
a half
that can’t quite amass formation
the chemistry may be massive
but not exactly connectively
the atomic system
may be far too deficient
magnetically
lensing
static dark matter
star field distortion
scattered
will these jagged parts heal
or reveal an orphan
light travels a path
established by atmospheric forces
but still bounces
through a series of mirrors
with zero warping
the technology of an image
recomposited
seen through optical lenses
the implications are strong
like several celestial objects
combined
all aligned in the sky
collected
in a rare cosmic design
that wanders inside the ascendant
a soul that pervades
the whole range
of the solar rays of all stars
my retinas
shown fangs
with no hope
of escaping their jaws








Tuesday, December 19, 2017

intoawhitehole(prod. by neadunkel)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by neadunkel



with gravity as his opponent

he carries the weight
until he transforms the heavy
to feathers
and levitates
disheveled space
the shape of everything
bends to his will

an exit becomes an entrance
a hole turns into a drill




he examines the distance
and sees his existence
being inflicted
with coma vandalism
triggering the ignition
of dystopian soul somnambulism
doomed to walk a future
that threatens
to leave him more alone
than his planet prison
shitty directing
this isn’t my show
there’s no remote
and there’s channels missing
the monetization of observation
they charge you to see
and NOT what you’d feed your eyes’ dilation
the images aren’t what you seek
a beautiful garden
disregarded
and used for cars
as a street
it’s hard to believe
how truly lost
humans can consciously be
it’s like they’ll do anything
to produce more carbon
and make it harder to breathe

who needs oxygen
when you’ve got a million vaults
of cha-ching
a thoughtful disease
‘how can we most effectively
decimate what is pure?’
humans aggressively infect
so as to never let nature mature
no meditation
the realm of self-medication’s ignored
in-depth examination of self
is the most prevalent way to your core

what’s significant to you

and how can it be obtained
without bringing harm to your surroundings
to facilitate your gain
it isn’t at all necessary
for you to administer pain

in order to stimulate
the pleasure center
within your brain
unless of course
you’re the sort
to take pleasure in something’s pain
it’s unfortunate
that the world
is infested with such a thing









Saturday, December 16, 2017

tsunamicarchitecture(prod. by nix)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

rpm the brown robe

stranded


prod. by nix



verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]

the architect speak up
reach up
from his resting place
standing for his right
in what’s destined to take place
much liver at any rate
filtering the outside world
inner pearls enchant
words
nerves
transfers
how crazy things once were
then like weren’t
sometimes i’m currents
sometimes gone like
not returning
rocking the turin shroud
as a turban
transferring learning
the light is curing
if he can just find
how to be certain
behind the curtain
lie the same damn thing
man just reaching for bling
on the brink
pushing the o-ring
no thing in nature
portray the maker that way
that kind of display
will get her taken away
somewhere in there
is what’s not in the database
through the magic haze
of capital gains

and waste
you’re on board the clairvoyager
not just some everyday destroyer
the soul has no employer
spoil yourself less
let the mystery stay dressed
or you could stay stressed
going ‘round
all bent on a razor edge
in the present tense
i ascend seven steps
propitiating nephilims
madmen in bethlehem
yes
in my element
your favorite rappers are less intense
i work the flow
like a crescent wrench
at prophetic ends
look through your own lens
wipe it down
with this here rag
i’m a jack
i’m an ace
a m7stic hag
transporting back in time
with no lag in the mind
high in the tower spire
in a window out of my mind
how could i be blind
it all depends
on what side of the ‘i’ am i
me
i plan to climb

you’re a pantomime
i’m a phantom rhyme
in your crumbling paradigm
the architect
laying steps in the grand design





verse 2: [stranded]

i surf the sands of time
like norrin radd
inside an hourglass
in search of
the soul i lost
as a result
of a cosmic power bath
i am what you cannot believe
the shadow
of a shadowless monstrosity
the wrath
of an unimagined scifi glossary
is it clairvoyance
if what your eyes have seen
are events
that take place in a past
that at some point in the future
you travel back in time to breed
magic
cast beyond belief
with exotic matter tacit properties
the known has chasms
what you don’t fathom
would crack your mind in three
like bui
swinging a trilateral axe
at a giant tree
a single cloud’s tiny leaf
spirals
on the inaudible sound
of a silent breeze
shadowalks
on a stream of focused thoughts
as loud as a siren’s scream
somehow
peacefully dozes off
and drowns in a quiet dream
devotion
a mountain of light
a shroud
of unrequited beams
a solar fountain
with the shrike’s physique
there’s no account
for what these spikes could mean
alone
surrounded
photons frozen
bound in an icy freeze
it’s like being trapped

suspended
in your own private
ash dimension

a cold
silent hill apprehension
fluttering wings
emitting
budding signals of aposematism
that are only distinguished
with anachronistic vision
by someone with intuition
surpassing temporal limits
a mutant viewing remotely
what a scope
with an astral lens
depicted
the sight of those
born to bypass
normal eye paths
those capable
of the extrapolation of data
from a fast forward time lapse
mere mortals’ minds collapse
disappear
in a series of vortices
swallowed fast
pulled in
with the torque
of an astronomically enormous python’s grasp
the chaos of the vacuum
of a distorted
substratous
orgonite bomb blast







Wednesday, December 13, 2017

aworlddescends(prod. by nix)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

stranded

rpm the brown robe


prod. by nix



verse 1: [stranded]

a mystic eye

to which a modest lens abides
that seems to often
catch profound blips of time
this raw energy
is absolutely synthesized
by a chemist
who firmly insists
that it’s just improvised

a mural swirls again
a world descends
light ignites birds within
sojourn begins
this is what happens
when a person evanesces away
without ever actually
setting foot in a grave
one travels far and near
from here to away
a coronal field appears
as a soul is nearing escape
energy emanates
ebbs and breaks
the figures
on each side of a ratio
progressively switching place
as the transposition
finishes taking place
this new form tethered
by a tentative chain of fate
at any moment
it can be absorbed
back into its lamp
a sheath implodes
its sword
ripped from its hand
i suspect
that’s why society was built
to entrance
distract us from
becoming avid travelers
tamped

but on these rare occasions
when fortune smiles
in mysterious ways
and somehow
we can slip out the cage
we must take advantage
as the grains of sand
spill away
weave ‘em like ‘friction’
masta killa in rain

this profound peace
however brief
when it is weighed
against our much longer periods
imprisoned away
we find
the scales are balanced
with equivalent weight
because abundance and significance
are two different things

i go inside my skull
and drift through the maze
as my mind evolves
its walls
transfigure away
i stare into outer space
while earth spins through the shade
and find myself lost
in the abyss of a gaze
just consider
…for all eternity
the night will disguise
entire worlds
behind obscure lights in the sky
it looks like
taulmaril’s bolts of lightning preside
a screen capture
of catti-brie fighting the gods


verse 2: [rpm the brown robe]

the verbal lighting rod
evoking the squad
on up high
amongst divine
not just after a good time
even though
that’s of course
to be had
it’s all there in the math
learn how to add
learn how to burn to ash
then back up again
i funk gems
like you don’t understand them
like when you do
they’re right there in your hands
i walked amongst land
littered with economic problems
let’s help you solve them
here guy
apply solvent
or let the girls take it all away
‘cause you’re acting all obtuse and shit
that means one-sided business
my rhymes ring true
like speed dial digits
a meteor shower visits
you’re like ‘wow’
what a vision
that was a long time
can you believe it
i’m steady weaving
like this woven teach string
in between hymns
on my knees
fighting for some freedom ring shit
don’t go there
yo
it’s prayer
i’m on some voltaire
i think we can both declare
like we’re told they’re
fresh native

like breathing this toltec air
go to heck
if you got the motor head
i’m steady
let go
ill rhyming from there and back
and don’t go to bed
EYE stole a photo
of my own ego
my zen took over
y’all cats are tall tales
short winded pinocchio
there’s an open window
so wide
you wouldn’t know it
you’re all down in the mouth
manic
just below it
i’m equilibrium
in elysium
you’re what’s keeping them
‘r’ to the ‘p’ ‘m’
’til we meet again
1






Wednesday, December 6, 2017

cirromorphicairspace(prod. by aquariusminded)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

stranded

zodd the immortal


prod. by aquariusminded



 verse 1: [stranded]

offbeat circadian
lost in a bleak irradiance
a creature quite familiar
with what disorientation is
roaming his prison
earth
pretending he’s not an alien
secretly formulating
his plot of escaping it

occasional fickle flames
ablaze
on immortal candlewicks
perpetual evolution
of the canon of what can exist

….my meditation
conjures galaxies of transience
worlds that hatch
form and collapse
into peaceful ambience
the rogue interpretations
of shadow accretion analysts
home to anthropomorphic
astral clouds
that speak somnambulant

…take a halberd to the face
serrated molecules
shadows lurk
in baby goblin dunes
subatomic ghouls
stranded on the outskirts of dirt
we hide in pools
rogue fish
who on occasion
blip in episodic schools
a momentary twitch
their wrists
give off a sonic boom
like guile
in street fighter ii
these galaxies are not for you
i’m but one of a conscious few
who constitutes an ebb’s demise
an unnoticed moment
marks the roots
of a legend’s rise

INperts
in search
of what the depths would hide
truths
only seen
by the most unique
sets of eyes

such things
elude the shallowescent mind
self-imposed prisoners
surrenderers of every kind
fall victim to a foe
who with
only one step would die
instead
they stand still
as they get wrapped up
in a web of lies
you can’t be given hope
to escape
if you’ll only accept your binds
that’s just more
of that irony
alessa finds
souls are most at peace
while wandering unmeasured time
uninhibited
free from their temporal imprisonment
my own two are the only temples
you’ll find me religiously visiting
real absorbed
kneeling before
all that i’m witnessing
as i solemnly sift through it
earmarking what’s interesting
lost in crisscrossing infinites
in pausing increments
blinking in and out
of atomic bomb-like instances
shrinking beneath profound
epiphanic cosmic filaments

i get smaller all the time
there’s so much more than me
i ain’t shit
everything that exists
evolves from sorcery
magic is at the bottom
of what reveals the world we see
our entire macrocosm
pales to the quantum worlds beneath


verse 2: [zodd the immortal]

consume planets
spit ruins
and shit humans
lift moons
in the monsoon movement
subterranean
scaly skinned alien
an eagle’s face gazing in
the sun is phasing
the moon’s changing grins
i’m grim daily
seemless changing
like baby twins
the plaguing of a generation
no one is made to win
deadly sins playing on a ukulele
life’s a crazy simulation
of what you might have been
the slightest glimpse
leaves you blinded
two timing hymns

how are you just now convinced
under the rule
of the foulest prince
i’m not perfect
but i’m also not human
i’ll admit

the calloused grip
you get slammed into earth’s crust
it bursts guts
there are no challenges
in the forest of realms
where the blasphemed souls dwell
and madness’ held captive
the unknown ever lasts
within the vast growing blackness
she’s mad as she chants
with stained glass lips
figure like an hourglass
but watch for her wrath
it’s entangled in madness
relaxed venomous kisses
that she’s entranced with
story goes that it
once killed a blacksmith
condemned by her majesty’s magic
the town was in panic
another
insanity classic
i get to work on your casket

black cats crossed paths
within the vanishing castle
with laughter
she brandished a black hole
hell whispered the passcode
screaming
it collapsed backroads
and cracked open ever afters

i climbed in
and fell through forbidden chapters
a moment intimate with disaster
god gifted the rapture
the arrival of the cryptic messenger

i break course
the floors melt

they reached out their tentacles
for help






Sunday, December 3, 2017

opaquevoyage(prod. by aquariusminded)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

rpm the brown robe

stranded


prod. by aquariusminded



verse 1:  [rpm the brown robe]

9:31
rpm on the mic son
the sun done gone down
making truth with its loved one
blaupunkt
like fahrvergnugen
i’m audi
but leaving behind an offering
in the form of virtual sample
like a handshake
earthquakes on mandates
on my m.o.
and that makes my metaphysical lifestyle
i been around like van wilds
and burners
that breathe the vapors
from the oil
of toil true
fade from one time
to still happening
guage
you never have to save
built in auto function
dialed with correct timing
set the path on blast
to find things
as you come to them
refresh to make it understand
knowledge keep you younger than
wisdom through experience
ride upon a ray
of gamma band bending
to reach the planet
before the gathering end
grab another bag
and pitch in
with the rest of us
traveling bags of dust
what’s left of trust
that we let rust
and oxidize
for all
time flies
a count of eyes
how many of us still memorize
and how many summarize
to make it dramatized
real cannibalized
but can fantasize
and fantasy should never despise
nor let be despised
this what a three-eyed druid surmised
when he came back
snatched the patent
then applied
different formulas
combined by design
filling blanks
like dna planks
rising to the right hand side
and ever so slightly aggrandized
with my command files
and i also have a real knack
for letting go
gain altitude for altruism
and flew
through the vision
dudes listen
how many of y’all killing mission
need ambition
why you tripping
stay your position
hold post in the cell division
convincing all the opposition
like some type of politician
you need tradition

throw it up for mysticism

throw it up



verse 2:  [stranded]

…pure inner vision

i couldn’t look at humans
with more cynicism
there is no more
a despicable organism
living
they insert themselves
in healthy cyphers
and pour venom in them
why do they issue hurt
i know that they feel pain themselves
why not prevent others
from ever knowing
the things they’ve felt

being abused
is no excuse
for hunting innocence
anyone who exhibits this
gets no forgivenesses
i despise those
who reinforce awful sentiments
you should strive
to never be to blame
for someone’s emptiness
go inward like siddhartha
pondering
as the river drifts
conjuring astral images
quantum mirror wormhole
mind altering vertigo
how many worlds you know?

i am not satisfied
with this current paradigm
so i am the architect
of a much more repaired design
i do my part
and don’t concern myself
with what others do
no one who’s alive
doesn’t have to live
with what they do
if they don’t see for themselves
that they need to improve

fuck’s it supposed to mean
to be berated by you

any such behavior’s
just a waste of your fuel
just be persistent
like pepé le pew

BEING YOU

i’d walk on drug needles for shoes
if it meant the difference
between me being me
or being you
it’s like fast forward
slow exposure
photographic volleyball
i’m lost
in the eye
of a storm of [fuck all of y’all]
that bullshit obscures
until it’s just a blur

blanketed in disregard
until it’s stricken
from my earth
you will only ever
see me embrace
what i appreciate
i will never hold onto
that which would see peace deflate
it would eat away at my soul
if i chose not to deviate
and it’s scant enough as it is
without being willfully decayed

energetic deficiency
that still measures considerably
‘cause despite how empty i am
i still give every bit of me
the only times
i fail to give all i’ve got
is when it’s for me
‘cause i can’t help
but respond
to all the flaws
that my mirrors speak
despite how much love
i provide
there’s an insufficiency
i will never be satisfied
with what those in my heart
get from me




Sunday, November 26, 2017

numbedbyascorpion(prod. by ⚛aumaura⚛)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by ⚛aumaura⚛



[hook]

i’m pushing
on a bubble-like
dimensional boundary
from outside
you see a creature
pressed against a balloon


i make bulbs of light ignite
producing a shine
from a frequency
slightly out of tune
with your eyes
if you were to readjust
i’d look like lucy in the sky
my aura poking through the world
where humans reside

what is this
your world is just one
mine is under it
shadow looks after
all the matter
that the sun forgets
contorting
a scorpion’s tail
becomes a whip
the venom in its moonbeams
consumes me
i’m numb as shit

i’m escorted
to a comfortable abyss
with this poison
moving through my bloodstream
this is what you get
a century-long depiction
of an hour of meteors
the most exquisite shower
in the sky
you’ve ever seen before
when you’re in the grips of this
peace cannot be ignored
serene allure
sharper than a tongue
made out of a sea of swordz
magnetized
you can’t escape
you’re captured
by the hands of fate
trapped inside a shadow
blind
held captive by a vanta lake

from inside the darkness
a tiny spark expands away
an explosion
a flammable ocean
of titanic waves
transformed
like bruce
being swept with gamma rays
truly blessed
he accrues a debt
that he can’t repay

a permanent high tide
of fire
collides
with whatever lies
on the outskirts
omniverse wide

the introduction of a glow
to an unlit hole

was enough to evoke
a zillion-sunlit soul

but the vessel
where its nestled
is an unfit home
a disheveled moon
tethered to an upkept globe

it doesn’t make sense
what’s real’s so fake
such pain
shouldn’t be allowed
to feel so great
but sometimes
reality seals your fate
and bends
around the laws of logic
to reveal its shape

[hook]

i’m pushing
on a bubble-like
dimensional boundary
from outside
you see a creature
pressed against a balloon








Sunday, October 15, 2017

deathruinviolence(prod. by rogu)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

p. wrecks

stranded


prod. by rogu


track taken from the album 'bridge drawn'.....available at the following link:

 https://pwrecks.bandcamp.com/album/bridge-drawn



verse 1: (p. wrecks)

far sight
teller of tales untold
wonder undersold
cold slaughter
plastic soldier
game of ghost following host
hollow
guilt ridden apology
to the geo sphere
with fingers behind crucifixion

drew another stone
brew another cup
dew on a fingertip
under foreplay
door to a volcano
doesn’t need a floor
to stand on any more
to sacrifice
than one once had
in a fucking dunce cap
rap is adolescent

bureaucrats lack the talent
to address the evidence
just pad print barcodes
to better self security
self reflecting
is the current echo chamber
burden
dead infection
skull dressing
skilled method
but practice to keep practicing

stress burns cataracts
cat tracks precision pawed
how many moons until our mountain range
cleared my sampler’s banks
put on a ski mask
and read a comic book

that’s persuasion
that’s my urn
ashed in understanding

other hand cold
contemplates the remainder
construct your own puzzle
that’s meant as a compliment
calmly misunderstood most of
constructive of these words don’t play
naysayers don’t freight
fright night
any time the moon
is resting in the windowsill
twist to shut blinds
and open sessions
the room full of crawling spines
cartooning
okaying decaying cosmos
mirrored distorted cathedrals
insects behind stained glass
pen too dull
the sword from sticking back
and stabbing sticky notes
envelopes we sealed ourselves into
licked the stamp
and it dissolved
grave robbers go on suicide leave




verse 2: (stranded)

they fall into a hollow grave
that swallows those
who try to take
these particular corpses
prefer not to be bothered
while they lay
they transform into wormholes
transport ‘em to a future world

thrown

from the vehicle
that carried them across the vector

reincarnated
they find the framework
of their bodies
next to an intricate dollhouse
made of elaborate elvish architecture
cod3s

when the 100th monkey knowz
it overcomes the globe
the bold
distinguished heart
of a single spark
that won’t succumb to snow

a castle’s vast disgruntled moat
spans a rebel multiverse
lurks below a drawbridge
that only special souls traverse
a solar echo pulse dispersed
trespassers met by teeth
as crescent cheek’d
flesh eating nebulas
calmly go berserk
immortal waltz with bones
inert
the posture of a photograph
if you look closely
you’ll see me yoke a mask
and hear dōhji laugh
the shriek of ichigo’s collapse
under
i begin to swirl
jagan event horizon
point at which
i leave and enter worlds
come and go like obito
through his mask’s only hole
flash
my soul aglow
molecules diffuse
unfolding slow

separating
with progressive
evanescing spread vibrations
travel surreptitiously
until i reach my destination
whereupon i’ll integrate
initiating restoration
ash ascends to space
a phoenix in an ancient nest
awakens
the sky assumes i levitate
violence
ruin
death
summation






Thursday, September 28, 2017

__clew__?(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by 7th galaxy


a star
being born
from a galaxy
and a crystal shard
akira
akin to frogs
a mirror blips afar

a distinct reflection
a flicker
with apogee-al roots
a compressed packet of light
sent by a shadow
peekaboo
the first intracontinental burst
that reaches you
a message
carried by a walkingstick bird
that says
‘peace to you’
but on the way
it had to make a pit stop
to say
‘eat some food’
blind
this bird closes its eyes
and takes the scenic route
it goes
where the shadow’s heart explodes
sees its truth
tethered to this energy
it ends up where it leads it to
attached to its intentions
tentacles in an ether realm
a hydrostat supporting life
like leaves
when a tree exhales

deep as hell
an insomniac
in a sleeper cell
as soon as she sees the owl
she jumps out
and leaves her cell
chilling on the seat
while she runs out in the street
compelled

to find a way
to finally change
the way she sees herself

ayo jiraiya
chill
love is not just for you
it may be going elsewhere
but i still got enough for you

uncle who?

a shadow
is the sun removed
your father
and another
are the only ones
with such a view

by virtue of who they are
they earned a peek
beneath the mask
it’s even darker underneath
but certain people see a flash
a light
even hidden from the candle
it’s connected to
once he discovers
this wick ablaze
what’s he left to do
that’s a story for another time
back to this stellar seed
the bird i sent a bird to
asked his past
to help set him free
determined
she released
a telepathic meditative scream
a crystal for a crystal
FORBIDDING scalpels to make a seam
apparently
with enough chromium
to serve as kryptonite
to weaken the kryptonians
so tokyo could dip the knife
alas
jiraiya made his way
to this existential plane
galaxy to galaxy
nanoka to the milky way
arrival time 2:22
he came with patterned symmetry
affinity
it takes a shadow
to gaze at shadow imagery

he sits stoic in nature
amassing energy
with the intent to pass it
to otomo’s classic centerpiece
when i release my clones
they don’t often go back into ME
it’s love
i freely give myself
to those who have it
when in need
and those who have it
should know
that they have it
for infinity
it will never be revoked
unless they grossly act despicably
and in effect
change their very fabric
fundamentally
my love will dissipate
‘cause it’s not attached
to that identity

so fear not
my judgment in such things
is rather marvelous
constructive evolution
in oneself
the path is arduous
leviathan
so much time within
engineering consciousness
spending years
peering into mirrors
like a narcissist


evolving quick
i keep my eyes peeled
for walkingsticks

i’m quite observant
sighting birds
that veer off and dip

a flock
made up of species
that don’t even fly as one
separated by miles
but connected
on a cosmic hunt

one particular owl
ventured out
inside for love
while another bird
discreetly shadows
jiraiya young






Monday, September 25, 2017

just...(prod. by klinging swordz)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by klinging swordz


space itself
spreads its arms
kept
the stars are cradled well
you’re straight
like ‘l’
lower case
with me
you know you safe as hell
even though
it seems i’m cold at times
just shine
you’ll make me melt
be calm
quit trying to find
something wrong
when my embrace is felt
don’t concern yourself
with harming me
just sink
and save YOURSELF
even if i WAS to scar
that’s peace
i’d long to take that L
in the event that i’m sleeping
when you call
i awake from hell

ecstatic

happier than laughing
watching dave chappelle

you underestimate
the power you have over me
how often i’m alone with peace
because i never won’t be reached

it keeps my dome at ease
knowing for certain
you have a securely frozen
permanently open
wormhole to speak
making me sever that connection’s
wack to me

but still
i seppuku’d myself
and reattached the sheath
somehow
you found a way
for you to clash with grief
‘cause i have the audacity
to love you from mad capacities

i won’t apologize
for the way
my heart blasts from me
and you get wrapped up
in its arms
as they grab and squeeze

that’s just me
tentacles
both in and out the sea
this is just what love is like
above the heights of alchemy

you have all the power
if you feel
that this has got to stop
i don’t know
how to turn it off
and there’s no volume knob


vampire by mistake
i apologize
i’ll learn to starve
if draining you’s
the only way that i’ll survive
if you said
“we don’t got no vibes”

i’d say
“i’m not surprised”

‘cause dark and light
don’t look at all alike
side by side

don’t go outside and hide
go within
dive inside
fuck shaking him
shake the etch ’n sketch
erase the lines of time
don’t bury yourself
under the pain
while you die inside
fight and rise
stay on top
like hakeem olajuwon

i’m not a hero
i’m just skillful
shaking pompoms
you’re doing all the work
i’m just chilling on the sidelines

i’m just encouragement

love and nourishment
you’re the one behind
the elaborate custom workmanship
i create an atmosphere
that magnifies assertiveness
and provides environments
to satisfy resurgences
but you’re the one responsible
for any progress you make
‘cause you’re the one
who’s got to move
to energize the steps you take
all the time
you spend inside
criticizing everything
you could use your inner eye
to visualize much better things
fuck all of those without
who wish to start your funeral
the flux of your soul abounds
what’s within is far more beautiful
you’re incredible
the most pleasant light
i ever knew

i’m mad grateful
i was able to connect with you
i wish i knew a way
to persuade you to accept your truth
but in that
i’m powerless
so that’s a challenge
that is left with you
it’s hard for me to fathom
how even ravaged by pain

your aura is comprised
of such spectacular flames
in the end
there’s only one thing
i have left to say…







Friday, September 1, 2017

atomicbladework(prod. by chief bob)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

golden swords

stranded


prod. by chief bob



verse 1: (golden swords)

shaolin disciple and stranded
intertwine into one blade
two elements of emceeing
combined into one sword
razor sharp lyrical force
will crack the earth’s crust
and throw the globe off course
chopping off heads of commercial emcees
their soul stuck in between heaven and hell
trapped in between good and evil
forever lost
hip hop is my religion
pray to the culture
that been crucified on a cross
spit darts through your blood vessels
through my rhyming style
you can see
their commercial style of rap music
outlined in chalk

poetry split your face open
like moses' staff
suplex metaphors on paper
and break the blue lines in half
swing iron daggers
regurgitate ill vocabulary
represent the true emceeing craft
wake up the hidden eye
poetical katana blades
left your inner mind with a righteous gash
most cats flow for green cash
so i feed your mind state
with verbal vegetables
spit poems thru your cerebal cortex
bathe your mind state in knowledge
like a bath
lyrically hard headed like a rams mentality
on an infinite writing quest
that’s a never ending task
deadly rhymes trapped inside my minds iris
kicking poetry thru the mic cord
like a 9 months old fetus
in a pregnant woman’s stomach
gave birth to an ill verse
when i form an alliance
wrote scrolls
paint pictures of the commercial world
so you can see the diabolic science

the power
from the lyrical
and poetical ink brush
will shatter
your physical alignment into dust
the sky talker
elevate from the earth’s crust
spit poems
lyrically diving into the clouds
regurgitate underground lyrics
busting out of a worm’s hole
write five fingers of death
the kid with the golden touch
the shinobi microphone holder
split your frame open
like cigar paper
stuff elevated thoughts
inside of the ink tube
like marijuana inside of a dutch
spit darts
leave holes in the mic
like 9 iron ring broad sword
skills is heavy
through the process of the verse
you get your frame crushed

shine bright
spit daggers the color of the sun
the element of fire
burn down your weak kingdom
spit poison
like a ninja blow gun

emcees be changing faces
for fame
like jet li’s profile in ‘war’
iron ink spill through the paper
thoughts pour
poetry is priceless
like golden horses that they kill for
poems from the manual
swing deadly
like blood rain sword
through the instrumental
thoughts run like leopard claws
slice through emcees
now i got this game locked
like pit bull jaws
snakes slither on the floor
spit verbal bullets
through your mentality
blow the hinges off your mental doors
let the golden swords saga begin
grab microphones
blowing up shit like c4


verse 2: (stranded)

fuck you looking at me for
put your eyes away

before you zoom in
on all kinds of blades
anthropomorphic
blind
katana rain
walking cloud
horizontal pain
your blood responds
by erupting
but matrix dodges
so as not to touch me

its flight cut short
like

joshua guthrie’s
there’s so much more
than what the eyes can just see

go further inside it
trust me

i’m on some ‘one’ is always +3
but the bridge is not exactly complete
it’s up to you
to make the viaducts link

complete the puzzle
rubick’s q*bert pyramid
my imagination reconstructs you
can you discern confusing words
when i speak in jumbles
on occasion
i conjure flames
on a leaf that crumbles
amaterasu
colossal kaiju beasts
arrive and leave
in light pleated bubbles
exotic alchemy
i’m a cloud
from an egregious jungle
a dark figure
made of sound
towering above you
and despite my hatred
i am peace
when i don’t even love you

i don’t approach bullshit
that’s like shooting ghosts
with full clips
a satellite is stupid
if it roams that orbit

foolish human race
don’t ruminate
such basic mind sets
your non-death
is an unappreciated concept

i spend nights streamed
awake inside of dreams
that ain’t my rem

the japanese tell stories
about the way that i rest

legend has it
that my origins
have evaded context[echoes out for a bar]


few consider the roots
while many pick fruit
in their self-proclaimed
superior variation
of an insignificant skin suit
no clue what lies within themselves
while trying to tell you
what exists within you
makes me want to bum
one of nathan summer’s guns
to pistol whip you
distort the coordinates of your face

concaving space
then calmly walk away
with blood dripping from a wormhole

wandering bewilderment
off on a shadowalking pilgrimage
lost inside my mind’s cosmic wilderness
lone explorer

you can see
but cannot hold an aura
that don’t belong to you
this holds true
for even glow absorbers
parasites
flames
can be extinguished
but not sustained
their energy will fizzle
‘cause your signature
is not the same
one’s essence is a sensitive quilt
it’s from within that it’s built
so it’s only natural
it’ll lose integrity
if it is peeled
there is no more contemptible filth
than those
who would deliberately
cause petals to wilt
and not be fettered with guilt
you should be fed a sword
from its tip to its hilt
that spins like a drill
in super slow motion
until you are killed






Tuesday, August 1, 2017

yagamidark(prod. by aloeight)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

stranded
eligh (don't have his lyrics)


prod. by aloeight



light descends
over obscure
cognitive tombstones
graveyards
blotted with doomed souls
completely oblivious
to the pen
that digs their new homes
just a sentence
could put an end
to their bloom
prone

entire root structures
decay and collapse
crumble
riding lightning
as thunder rumbles
fading to black

the sun moves
its planets tumble
trailing in back

relativity

we will eventually crash
but by then
we will have come and gone
millenniums past
but perhaps
we will have developed technology
able to stop the end
and prevent the orbit
from falling into its grasp

who knows
possibility is infinity
two fold
many are lost
ignorant
as they walk
where truth roams
so used to what’s false
they contribute frost
to what’s already too cold
they need to alter the phase
dig into the hearts of their brains
blossom
unravel
as they walk
in shadows
cast by thoughts
when they’re flames

for
contemplation
will catapult you to things
spooky action at a distance
sparks
stars apart
can establish ignition
substantially divert a path
in an instant
some destinations are reached
despite the traveler’s intention
sometimes all it takes
is a lepidopteran wing flap intervention
and the waves of a tsunami
crash in the distance

chain reactions
the subtle ways
of magic’s existence

hiding right behind the pursuit
so no matter where it looks
it’s not in its view
camouflaged
by the tracker’s cognitive loop
inattentional blindness ensues
it goes unnoticed
like donkey lips
on fox
2002
he died
because jessica alba’s so cute
an ‘x’
a ‘5’
a ‘4’
a ‘5’
and a ‘2’
one of the most remarkable specimens
the manticore project produced

much like eyes only
i only have eyes for the truth

an observer
the world in which i wander
is huge
a single chamber
in a honeycomb the size of our moon


which means
if you made a chart
you’d still see the entire pie
if my slice was removed
you become more narrow
the wider your view
perspective
is an explosion
that results in a vestige
an rogue interloper
that renders what’s shown ineffective
an omnivoyant approach
will always broach misconceptions
that subdue hidden jewels
that would bestow you with lessons





Sunday, July 16, 2017

shadowphysics(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by 7th galaxy


furya
silver corneas
photonic formulas
a creature of the dark
ignites
soft light euphoria
eyes gently glow
calm energy
splashing out of them
suspended above a forest
abrupt obscurity
shrouding him
exoskeleton
his vessel enveloped
in a cloud of limbs
he unusually flies
moving through the sky
like an owl swims
armed with a scowl grin
he gazes at the land below
creating chronomantic holes
for any who abandon growth
ending their time
with a carefully contrived
pedantic blow
transfixed
by the disorienting trails
of a clock’s hands that slow
flux capacitor
patched
with a sequestrian manifold
march on the universe
with an army
built in the phantom zone
strange
psychotic
vast
anachronistic
lunar life form
skywalker blood
nightborn
dim
muted lightstorm
i glitch amidst the stars
flicker against the ocean floor
defiladed consciousness
my software isn’t open-source
a roaming shadow
a ronin
walking with a broken sword
or does it just have
partial invisibility cloaking on
you defend
according to
where you think
the end of the sword is
and therefore
get stabbed
when you’re certain
that it’s a sure miss
i am shadow
a member
of a rare species of outworlders
hailing from an amaterasu
noctilucent cloud forest
my jagan fuming
an aura of violet
blooming
profound currents
the more i exude it
the more the light illuming
is malnourished
the embers consumed
extinguished
through the use
of umbral manipulation
dark defiant druidry
triangulated initiation

the sky vivids
beneath the weight
of the implications
the change in momentum created
by a silent eclipse instated
only time will tell
if what i’ve unveiled
is divination
i hope when i reach the future
i’m able to find
my vision sated

and if not
may i be blinded
i don’t want to see my world
unfurl
with hollow space inside it
what matters most
devoured
by a swirl
that permeates my eyelids
a void
absorbing what’s in my heart
like langoliers
working hard
to erase what drives it

completely unrelated
a torch unhides
a portal
that contains a door
through time
that travels to
before our marrow was formed
by what allowed us
to soar through the sky
foraging wide
prepared to swallow
any prey we could afford
with our eyes
but
atrophied
they collapsed
to be absorbed
by our spines
perhaps
to be reactivated
fastforward in time

humans are so stupid
lying dormant inside
the solution is evolution
you must transform
if you want to fly






Wednesday, July 12, 2017

dimethyltriptomars(prod. by anübis dōhji)

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

prod. by anübis dōhji


 a severed hand
holding a man
as a triangular
hyperspace expanse
makes his head expand

an animated skeleton
coming out of a gap
in one dimension
from another
underground
all relaxed
as if it's done
more inter-dimensional travel
than quinn mallory has
a pink sky
with one cloud
at its back
face like a terminator
without its mask
glowering
perhaps
at some sort of
advanced technological hourglass

could this object
found in its grasp
be responsible
for some ominous
hour to pass
where are the rest
of the tentacles
that that invisible octopus has

is that woman's head
in a trophy case
appearing as if
it is in the midst
of a lycanthropic change
is it in some sort of fluid
if this picture was moving
would we be watching
it float away
i see a lot of smoke
no flames

are we seeing
the unidentified flying 'o'
arrive
or go away

and why are those buildings
seemingly weightless
in pieces
separated
is that how they were designed
or is there
an invisibility device
that they are strategically
being erased with

what is the significance
of the triangle
missing in the table
being penetrated
by one of the mysterious
cephalopodic appendages

is that rabbit in a hat
slash
semi-spherical ball
a magician's trick

is it all an illusion
being viewed
from the perspective
of where the audience would sit

he put his hand
through a window
being seen
from the side
what goes in
doesn’t seem to arrive
but on another screen
he provides
you see the scene
i previously described

and who the hell
is that old man
can it be
that he is being held
by his own hand



Thursday, July 6, 2017

atinyemptiness(prod. by dirtylosttapes)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by dirtylosttapes





…i’m not even close
to who i should be
at most
too insubstantial
to even constitute being a ghost
doomed to endure
a lack of wind
at sea all alone
the density that my soul achieves
is weaker than smoke

a shell of myself
at best
a pale silhouette

playing out a snail’s build to death
by a zillion breaths
you don’t quite understand
the gravitational force
the situation
and the weight it supports

caught in the embrace
of a sensationless torque
that wrenches one away from their source
a maelstrom
the size of the sea of space
swarming with sharks
compressed into a tiny emptiness
that pulls you apart
if you wish to know
why i’m most comfortable
where the darkness is yo
it’s ‘cause much of the light
that i’ve come to know
is artificial
positivity typically equates
to the laud it gets you
you fake fucks can eat
an entire mech’s arm of missiles
i wholeheartedly welcome
the tenth avatar of vishnu
may hell come for you all
the fall paroxysmal
just because i hate
don’t mean i don’t love
my heart’s official
feelings aren’t contingent
on comprehension
you’re monolingual
make an effort
to learn my language
you ain’t no participle
you don’t get to decide
i mean something i don’t
shit’s far from simple
rosetta stone
when it’s thrown
the pond will ripple
for
the truth extends itself
to the sharpest mentals



pretty soon
tomorrow
stars won’t find our globe
the sky alone
erased
by an opaque biodome
what evidence do you have
that humans affect the climate’s mode
by the time proof
will be enough for fools
that door cannot be closed
much of what they choose
provides the future
with a somber tone



the significance
of the successful
siege on scarif
by a rogue
evolution
although obscured
garishness hides below
the threat
of anachronistic steampunks
buried within a cryo-hole
and the transformations
these three experience
until their time explodes
flash to where tomorrow dwells
just slightly after
there was a blast
stars fell
like bar bells
the size of africa
for any assassination
weapon market’s spectacular
they got an aerosol blowdart
with a flux capacitor
it circumvents time
and wanders through quantum apertures
to teleport specks of sawdust
to the hearts of draculas
PEACE
to the knowledge
self-arcwelded passenger
his meditation prompts
a heartfelt allelic massacre
mutations in the dark well
the skull-enveloped scavenger
you’re a pilot
you’re brain and your body
are like a mazinger
seventh galactic hotbox
spliffs mad long
suicide with a shotgun
shit’s that strong
it’s like a mech
using its cannon
as a big ass bong
the smoke leaves the barrel
like a dispatched bomb
a pyramid shapeshifts
its bricks transform
and it creeps across the desert
like it’s six past dawn
a lotus floats distinguished
in a pitch black pond
guarded by a buddha
looming ten flats tall
an abyss with no identity
frozen by splintering
once again intact
after perhaps
being gone for an infinity
a kyber-cell loss of energy
a sabre caught shimmering
photovoltaic inverting
in the throes
of decay and entropy
being blind
chirrut used the eyes
of a synesthete
he formed images
through the act
of meticulous listening

using a lightbow
to snipe far away enemies
and when he was taken
to see gerrera
they made sure that he couldn’t see
stupid cats
should’ve used headphones
that canceled noise

killed two senses at once
republic android
reprogrammed and deployed
to see that his former camp is destroyed
with the rebel clan that he joined

swordz
mirror
stranded
a/void
we all prefer
that the planet was void of humans
who won’t advance from a koi
extinction
if you don’t choose to evolve
like powder kegs
like daenerys being consumed by a star
with countless eggs
360 expansion fan
dragon wave-propegation
the blast unfolds
with adiabatic approximation
exploding so fast
it lacks emblematical oxidation
for
the temperature stays consistent
for the emphatic shock’s duration
obscurity doesn’t indicate
something that isn’t plentiful
it just means
it’s not widely acknowledged
it’s a hidden truth
you don’t know the ratio
of elements that we inhale
unless you analyze
what the air that we breathe entails
so much goes unnoticed
when you don’t look
you don’t see as well

however
the reverse can be as well

peace to side b
learn how to work that akai piece
i got dibs on your first fly beat
as long as josh peace
but back to this beautiful
piano-laden drum track
dirtylosttapes with blunt wraps
mosaic gun clap
the power of wisdom
twin cipher ammunition
the blast
like alex’s sibling
with panoramic vision
we wreak havoc on those
who go into a trance
and listen

in a zone
their heads explode
like an aneurysm
silk road shooting range
many weaponz on display
body shaped silhouettes
surrounding where the bullets sprayed
all but what you’re shooting at
intact
mazinga finger glock
precisely disintegrate a target
with a single shot
if you’ve ever witnessed
what that particular pistol does to cats
your hair will super saiyan
if you hear me cock that knuckle back
you can’t avoid the slug’s impact
it’s much more difficult than that
each shot’s
got a deoxyribonucleic-hunting app
ammo
made from extra-earth skeletal alloys
extracted from the spines
of stellar metallic cowboys
and voluntarily
on some kimmimaro kekkei genkai
the growth of hyperbaric
splinter-starmetal insides
reconfigured spinal discs
extinction level impact
equipped with go-go gadget combs
to part and push your wig back
skulldozer
thousand petal lotus
with the stem snapped
traces of a moth’s blood
smudged
no longer intact
ink brushed from a page

by a monk with a plague

swept underneath
a secret lurked a dungeon
in chains

but later liberated
it emerges unscathed
like a bird from its cage
to finally serve its purpose
engraved

and walk the earth
ablaze
purple flames
my jagan erupts
a horde of auric dragons
surf your veins
as my katanas touch
imagery is conjured
from the energy that i conduct
strung together
with a web
of indigoic viaducts

over time
i’ve come to know
that i don’t cry enough

and even still
i have yet
to let my arid eyes well up
this is just how it’s occurred
it’s not meant
or preferred
it just is
what it is
i’ve observed
but i’ve recognized the value
of a dissonant purge
i just haven’t been able
as of yet
to trigger the urge
or could it be
my tears have been
reconfigured as words
and i’ve laid my head
on the shoulders
of particular birds
the specific ones
to which
thewalkingstick has referred
without a flock
who chose not
to see ‘within’ as a blur