Sunday, October 28, 2012

daybreak(prod. by aethra)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

kalki - stranded

kalki and stranded = night/scream

prod. by aethra

verse 1 (kalki):

life is suffering
when your friends
spite your utterings
how do you mend it
despite your discovering
that friendship is a fickle thing

we’re just little things
lost in space
the moss we pace on
as we crush microcosms
we cough and stray on
without a thought to say
as a species
we should be tossed away
in this cosmic maze
e.t.s probably watch us
and often pray
they could possibly squash us
but not today
so we gossip over pasta and lobster
mobsters and impostors talk shit
as we pop shit and swallow it
escaping through
this hollow ship’s gaping holes
with grey souls
we follow misfits
and wallow in statistics
stay old at a young age
strung out in cages
some come out of their caves
to discover
amazing brothers and sisters
uncover the mystery of existence
we’re gifted
with wisdom and free will
listen and be still
i breathe with gills
in this prison
of greed and killings
i bleed
and it's spilling into ink
instilled in you
to think
of infinite possibilities
don’t be limited and lost
you’re willingly
mocking your abilities
we could bask in our sorrows
or pave the paths to tomorrow
if you crave wrath
you can borrow some of mine
even in the summer time
it rains acid
in the slums of my mind
my pain lashes at me
i pray to Laksmi
and bask in my pages’ math
you can play and laugh
but i leave that to children
i breathe data to reveal gems
still hem breezes in stratas
kill men that are evil in status
i believe in my madness
makes me see through the sadness
and the deeds
that my habits made me do

i’ll relax
when Brahma’s day is through

verse 2 (stranded):

when day breaks
i escape
leap to the night
get away
sleep when it's bright
in the shade
experience dreams
that don't survive
when i wake
they just slip away
like the rock biter's friends
when the nothing
took them away
life is imagination
there are no boundaries
to what defines fascination
curiosity ascertains
the mind's gravitation
without it
how could data
find its way in
how would the empress
hear what bastion's name is

i'm peering past the same shit
evolution veers
and pathways shift
trails branch
but many fail to advance
'cause they don't have the vision
to see
just a blank stare
or a pale glance
only a few
can feel it
like braille hands
such sight
brings things together
that nails can't
events unfold
at the end of the road
new beginnings
every end
continues to go
when the moon has risen
i enter the true and living
we pretend that we know
so very certain
even though
we can't be certain
what we perceive
isn't a show
so easily believe
what they never really could know
it seems silly
but still
it is so
and many
who have disagreed
have been killed
as a result
leave the children alone
let them decide what they feel
on their own
your mind
is the window sill
of your soul
it's okay that we're different
why can't you just chill
like it's cold
like a critter's quills
when it rolls
that's better than
your momma's
pillsbury dough
but there's no solution
'cause if someone stupid
travels faster than light
they're still very slow

plenty of power
under the hood
but no one
behind the wheel
in control
it's like
a mine field
in the snow
beauty abounds
of which
only those
who keep
their eyes peeled
can behold

Friday, October 12, 2012

quietcontemplation(prod. by snake vs crane)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

seraphguard  -  killer falcon  -  seraphguard  -  stranded

prod. by snake vs crane

verse 1 (seraphguard):

he had an honest query
decided to make his way
up to the monastery
feared being alone
but it was not as scary
as the implications
of the unknown
he stopped
but barely
discarded his phone
and proceeded atop an airy field
among the mosses
usually clung to losses
but it was a time of change
and he had just begun the process
along the trail
he saw a monk
sitting in contemplation
upon his arms
were paintings
the art was amazing
with the calmest patience
and the smarts of the ancients
he started waiting
saw a serene breeze
shuffle over the green trees
grazed prayer wheels
to the chirps of cicadas
carved in gold
were rare seals
denoting certain vedas
higher still
passing a pond of lily pads
his mind tempered
by his fire will
forgot what made him really sad
at last
he reached the mountain pass
then the peak
looked down upon the land
littered with the vastest creeks
he observed his reflection
in a river
seemed so much clearer
than the man in the mirror
to himself
he felt he'd been delivered

verse 2 (killer falcon):

a lone poet
wanders in the trees
clutches pen and pad
dims a glow of tranquility
sense of purpose
settles on a path of leaves
cross legged posture
ready for the masterpiece
in the grasp of peace
he opens up the chakras
wrote his finest scrolls
with inspiration of the forest
whispers of a redwood
seep a silent wisdom
soaks in their awareness
heights redefine his vision
a conscious presence
found in every sapling
among the bees and birds
connections everlasting
discard mental barriers
taken off the masking
saw life in purest form
droplets wash away the fallacy
hits a blinding light
ascension of divine strength
inhales a timeless breath
transcending life or death
the unrefined essence
beyond flesh and blood
found all things below
blends with everything above
assertive inner peace
temple surging
he observes
a moment
transcending all the hell on earth
total ego dissolution
as nature
he became one
harmonious with all
the inner sage shone

verse 3 (seraphguard):

an unassuming lady
who found delight
in the mundane and grand
from a cold town in england
preferred the sun rays and sand
one day unplanned
she paid a grand
found herself
on the mexican hills
looking like waves in the land
back home
she had a mazatec inscribed
sword of iron
then fully restored like zion
but it was about more than
buying a collector's item
she simply had
an insatiable curiosity
for the mayan
said her sight was sore
so she could skip the guided tour
she sneaked down some pyramid steps
behind the shore
she tried the door
stepped inside with awe
tears streamed down her face
like she never cried before
saw something shining beside the floor
she almost had a heart attack
when she realized
it was an artifact
it was still sharp
in fact
she touched the symbols carved in black
and thought what it would be like
if she brought it back
both bold and shallow
she grabbed the bow and arrow
standing before a statue
resembling a golden pharaoh
cold and narrow
held it tight
like how a bone holds the marrow
knowing she'd be looking upon it
in her home
in harrow

verse 4 (stranded):

while it's strange
what many consider noise
performs in a way
that teleports him away
all it takes
is a yin and yang snake
to swirl with a crane
and something goes on
in his brain
he grows
like fast forwarding age
and presses onward
to explore
his head's dormant remains
he lights up regions
that have
seldom seen
their neurons aflame
his sight travels beyond
his actual eyes'
normal restraints

no longer held
by the force field
he escapes
and vanishes
like a man with a
vortical face
where he arrives
is an incorporeal place
not unlike where
neo and morpheus trained
amorphous terrain
with absence
when he leaves
his memory
of before
is so vague
all he remembers
is it exists
not the world it contains
he always wonders afterward
what tore him away
but just the knowledge
that it happened
endorphins the pain

photographicmemory(prod. by snake vs crane)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

stranded  -  seraphguard  -  white lotus

prod. by snake vs crane

verse 1 (stranded):

a child was born in vain
only for her mother to die
while she was on the way
she came out face down
she never saw her face
she aged taking the blame
for why her father was absorbed by pain
'cause she was ignorant
to what went on in his brain
he could tell her
how he was torn two different ways
by the joy and the pain
joy for her
for the woman from which she came
but she knew he loved her
so she would never believe what he'd say
so he let things just be as they may
it wasn't something that needed to change
despite their despair
the love between them remained
he's been on a dark journey
since that day
seeing her in that coffin
sparked an eternal flame
he thought of her often
and drifted away
the harder he focused
the further he strayed
he left the planet
but visited on a regular base
to mourn at her grave
in silence
for there were no amount of words he could say
to soothe his soul
or to explain
how he felt
borderline to insane
he read her book
but never got to the last page
and he was far more than a chapter away
the pages abandoned when she passed away
there was so much he had to say
but he always bit his tongue
now he'll never get rid of the aftertaste
never will the emptiness evaporate
his heart broken
never to heal
it was only held together
by his daughter's will

both women
make him feel the same
but it's different
'cause his daughter's a constant reminder
of what he's missing
looking at her
just as much as it didn't
an unknown force
doubled his vision
it was blurred
but he saw her and her mother in it
he would close his eyes
to shut out the image
but that only made it much more vivid

verse 2 (seraphguard):

it was in a locket
he kept as a memento
put it in the front pocket
of an old rental
under his vest
lay his naked stress
he would rock it as a stencil
he had never spoken to her before
even though
he had always meant to
not sure of what was about to ensue
he held tightly to the invitation
that came out of the blue
wrapped in a ribbon
and then powdered with glue
he planned to taker out
and around at the zoo
thought he could
make it all up to her
but then
he doubted it too
he had been
granted the gift of mercy
never thought
he'd again see
the face of compassion
but on this trip to jersey
maybe it could happen
work was a major distraction
so he quit dispersedly
whatever it takes
perhaps then
she'd become the only light
left in his life
since the split from his wife
trying to sleep
through the stress
in the night
he ducked out
before her due date
thought it was too late
but now he finds himself
standing outside their new place

verse 3 (white lotus):

and ever since his first birthday
he never seen his father
who always worked late
come home licking the plate
then off to bed
moms got no attention
sick of his shit
and left
not that she felt
he wasn't a good provider
it was more about
how he was a selfish liar
his belt dealt fire
after a few drinks of whiskey
not lucid
becomes abusive
and tipsy
they made an escape
at a later date
young boy says to his mother
'i hate this'
'i hate YOU'
'why did you take me from daddy?'
as he sleeps
on a bench seat
in the back of a caddy
years had passed
moms thinks he'd forgotten
one night
pretends to sleep
playing possum
contempt for his mother
he seemed to blame HER
outside pop's window
two kids and a strange girl

lonewolf(prod. by snake vs crane)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

stranded  -  seraphguard

prod. by snake vs crane

verse 1 (stranded):

he was all alone
or so he thought
an entire world
below his skull
millennia ago
pangea began to float apart
but despite that distance
he now knows abroad
are there with him
even though they're not

the bond that music forms
spans infinity
transcends proximity
he's by himself
but not alone
paradoxic chemistry
brotherhood merges
and in between
they share common interests
who constitute his siblings
they give him reasons
to want to leave
the solitude he lives with

much like a star
he roams planes
largely unoccupied
but just as far
as those stars
are not combined
he takes a step back
and counts the stars
across the sky
there are many
but when you focus
the rest lie outside
the outline
of what you decided to notice

he learns his lesson
for humble incurs acceptance
while pride
can blind the stubborn
and blur the message
that's not to say
that such mistakes
would not recur
they're expected
he's always been alone
so despite his new family
spread across
this spinning globe
a certain degree
of isolation
is still his home

verse 2 (seraphguard):

a lone wolf
who abandoned the pack
he went in
head first
without a plan of attack
he had managed to stack
about a grand
in a sack
buried deep in some sand
in a burlap
behind the abandoned building
where the land had collapsed
it was the day
he ran away
of where he would have to stay
but that's the breaks
he didn't believe in the words
he'd have to say
"i'm sorry"
would have been
end of story
the weather added
to this sad display
never again
would he ever
look his dad in the face
he was quick witted
but he had
an even faster mouth
so-called friends
became estranged
when he asked
to crash on the couch
"you're a useless bastard now"
someone they would laugh about
it got to the point
where it was well past a doubt
that all of his luck
at last
ran out
his funds evaporated like water
he took refuge
at the condemned building
sleeping in a dilapidated corner
burning junk
kept him captivated and warmer
years passed by
as he began pan handling
but the saddest thing
was the reflection of his face
in the loose change
his dad just handed him

Saturday, October 6, 2012

thetruthdepictselation(prod by kwervo)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by kwervo

so suddenly
by all
the impact
to walls
when they're caving in
the sight
and expectation
amalgamate to climax
in an overwhelming sensation
on contact
adrenal explosion
a volcanic episode
will you manage
or will you
because there's so much pressure

maintain balance
a steady hand
so to speak
the serene nature
of moments
like when eyes
slowly blink
the period of time
that when they're closed
you think
and sink
unexplored ocean
in an epiphaniacal instance
you realize
your primary interests
all else shoved aside
as you follow
whatever left your mind
with its imprint
the path i walk
that which is sought
will be learned

the interpretation
of the walkingstick bird

after all
who you actually are
should not be
lost to the earth
belongs on its perch
from the shadows
monsters emerge
crawl to the surface
be yourself
embrace your flaws
you're not perfect
the imperfections
are what make impressions
on the thoughts of observers
you are admonished
to let your consciousness flourish
and blossom
like sakura's courage
when she decided
to get stronger
so as to not depend
on naruto further
these words
embody wisdom
like the goddess minerva
you must not surrender
you can only venture
as far as your fervor
lethargic prey
cannot escape
the jaws of inertia
are you absent or present
will you sit back
in concession
or attack with aggression
with whatever
will act as a weapon
the wounds of which
are lasting impressions
if you're not competitive
the predator
is your own acquiescence

tooth and nail
or you will fail
to what a spine
can achieve
with a broken disc
i can't stand people
who are mistreated
and don't resist
there isn't a world in which
a single hero exists
that could save someone
who won't hold their fate
in their own two fists
if you careened over a cliff
what good would a rope be
if you won't reach for it
and close your grip
in order to teach
one doesn't need
a whole bunch of fish

the student determines
where their school is
learning's only extent
is their curiosity
they absorb the knowledge
each is open to get
they must be interested
or the implement
won't make a dent
cannot be forced
on those
who don't give a shit
take responsibility
be yourself
it will help you find serenity
be proficient
in the ways
of 'within the mind' agility
what's in
divides you all
until complete
in much the same way
provide specific things

it's like paintings
they're made up
of several brush strokes
you can't see the images
they're meant to project
from up close
move back
and the depictions
will begin to unfold
the vague
becomes vivid
when you pivot the scope

accepting queens
doesn't mean
you surrender control
you can acknowledge
their existence
and not do what you're told
could it be
resistance isn't written
in a bee's genetic code
or perhaps
it fears the consequences
at the end of that road
but perhaps
you can only get
where you're willing to go
if you don't pose a challenge
how will you ever know

with just one feather
from a crow
i ascend to the sky
his act of generosity
permits me to fly
he plucked it from his wing
to initiate mine
grateful for the pen
i soar the wind
at his side
the beat
a quill i fill
with ink from my mind
i write what i feel
the rhyme it builds
increases in size
all it needs is some time
and patience
he provides

galaxies collide
but life
comes out the other side
an entrance can be an exit
it depends
on the set of eyes
so before you make decisions
consider what's next in line
'cause whatever you decide
gets heavier over time

hook ( x2 )

for those who say
that hope is for fools
i say hope is a fuel
if you use it
to drive you forward
you can go where you choose
you can't just hope
and wait for roses to bloom
if they're not nourished
they cannot flourish
and grow from their roots
nothing exists on its own
you must give
to what you wish to be grown
we're all symbiotic cogs
that spin for the whole
the bigger picture
the eyes of ANY behold
only thing you control
is the pixel
you contribute
to the image that's shown