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performed by stranded


[anything between "::" was either literally written by om......or evolved from something she wrote or from her herself in some way]



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who goes there???

::all indigo and bone::

her soul’s rare
she could be on a FIRE planet
and there’d be a cold air
the expressed tone
of the resplendent
dynamism that om wears
a majestic glow
somehow hidden
from most stares
it’s despicable
how SUCH a vision
is ingested almost NOWHERE
but don’t be so impatient
there’s NO weight
that the pendulum WON’T bear

the glint of an unknown glare
will find its place
despite the time it takes
it will ply its way
to the other side of space
where most certainly
the most discerning of eyes
awaits
and the wolfish thirst
of such ojos
exerts a SUBLIME EMBRACE

PEACE!!!
to the existence
of magnificence
so masterful
i give being permitted
to witness such creatures
my utmost gratitude
i walk
into a vertically established
pelagic pool
any time i imagine a world
that flourishes fast
aloof
the casual realization
of holographic roots

concretized
by the time they mature
and amass their fruit

two serpents
in a circuitous
chiropractic loop
a metaphor
symbolizing a frequency’s rise
to a pyroclastic roof
love is a language
spoken with monosyllabic use
that
somehow
achieves the ultimate
polysyntactic truth
depth
that would surpass
cascading black holes
inflating
a flame
that burns more sure
than that
of ALL the souls in hades
the perpetual path
of gas
that clouds amass
inhaling
their showers BACK
from what’s corroding
on the ground
when acid raining

my origin is in the stars
brit marling eye philosopher
::women of the occult::
my sky is made of gossamer
although
insubstantiality
is NOT what EYE observe

i sit still
on a spiraling earth
not quite inert
FURTHER into a sea
of which
i cannot usurp
no matter how much i drink
i could never satisfy my thirst

what pretty creatures coil
in the soil of pain
the infinity that stirs
in an arboreal grave
an enduring
harlequin voice ascends
from its immortal remains
its endless
iridescent whispers
whip my forest ablaze

hongo sagrado
::white shadows:
voices or birds?::

both ignite a vast glow
that’s warm to discern

i spiral
through a convoluted vortical worm
only to be
at its point of origin
once i emerge

the aura
of an ouroboros sun
doesn’t blur

it radiates
more than it burns
splays undeterred

my darkness grows
parts unknown

but
my heart’s the glow
for
who else will light the way
one shadowalks alone
::sail the spiral
naturally::
don’t resist the descent

go inside yourself
with optimistic intent

survey your dream realm
wander conscious within

::symbolic psychomagick
argot-cryptic imprints::

a solemn mystic’s lens squints
what does it see

whatever lies within his heart

what does it seek

nothing in particular
it hunts on instinct
HIS god
is ALL that holds significance
the blood that it drinks

all the things
that matter most to him
that course through his veins
his foremost gratitude is shown
in hail
sun
snow
and rain

::annotated resonance

mantric halo specialist
his love
ROUTINELY expands
in waves of relevance::

a walk in the cold
an autumn stroll
as his heart unfolds
sometimes
envelopes are required
where his tsuanamis go

::elements of fire

smoke can’t filter everything
remarkable aspects
see themselves revealed
through every strain
a band plays in a room
located on a moon
rotating a cocoon
of a plant
pacing its bloom::

uzumaki gold
evolution
fibonacci code
my treasured truth
bestowed
by psilocybin interlocking souls
eventful horizon
the point at which
worlds begin colliding
however
it’s less of a collision
more gentle bonding
ever since they were tied
she’s been trying to winterize him
prepare him for a cold
HE’S always KNOWN
would NOT exist inside him
for
she provides a warmth
ignites a torch
so bright
that it should blind him
but that’s alright
you see much more
when you pinch your eyelids

such vivid silence
is the premise
for a mystic’s guidance
i walk into the jaws
of dim tomorrows
with strict defiance

all the wishes EYE make
are reserved for someone else

EYE don’t wish
for ANYTHING
that would only serve myself

i will never long
to receive a gain
that results
in someone else
suffering some sort of loss
in the exchange
when there are others
that are involved
and that’s how
you go about getting what you want
it wipes the magick off

i’d rather be deprived
if that’s the cost
if you think that’s fine
then you imagine wrong

and don’t realize
how wack you are

perpetuation
of behavior
of a typical human
::the sacrificial nature
of the alchemy forsaken
as they surrender their blueprint
and slip into a progressively
disorienting illusion

EYE prefer
to be immersed
in an exemplary trueness
in the heart
of which
all of sacred geomtree’s root is

a metaphor
for nature constantly blooming
molecules
shaping things
by innately spiraling to them

sorcerers procure
what they wish to accrue
through the power
of intent and confusion
i myself was charged
by sigils
upon the eyes
of a contemporary mutant
providing ME with vision
that presents
a more considerable future::
i’m APPRECIATIVE
of the gifts GIVEN
by these wizardry users

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written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded



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verse 1: [brown robe]


he's looking too hard
towards
what’s left behind
he can’t believe
peace exists
with all this
shit on his mind’s

state of chaos really
but almost everything fine
he can’t shake the feeling
something’s reaching out
from the inside

shapes linger

in a hovering
realm
not far from home
but home’s not really
still the safe zone
why is it i feel so alone
i guess probably ‘cause
i give my own self
for collateral on what i own

the sun harbors
behind the most electric
cloud in ascendance
he can sense the omnipresence
of what animates his legends
he didn’t have a name yet
went dressed as quintessence
or what he thinks
he knows
of his essence
still just lessons
‘cause they never lessen
always pay for themselves
with more and more
questions
some gems are semiprecious
others full of acceptance
fuck the preface
i’m here to see it clear
what the step is
they're just jealous
‘cause they’re
not attending their letters
i hold propellers
to lift me from the grip
of pressures

i’d like to behold

LORD show me where it enters
make me strong as a fortress
hordes of gorgeous
heartless mortals
on a tour bus
oh they’re so porous
and too callous
yet he gives them the
shirt off his back
he lacks balance

his love absorbs the horrors
his heart once a sun
just a moon of pewter
from the future
going numb

his instruments
miss his fingers

as they play to
zero
gravity
circumnavigating
care free
from the factors weighing
on his factory
that activation
all the dust that is ancient
i’m saying



verse 2: [stranded]


are those hands
taking something away

or are they giving
as long as they belong
to those in his heart
he’s NOT tripping
if being there
for those he loves
comes at the cost
of langolier attrition

he’d walk the earth
a mere FIGMENT
but STILL kicking

‘cause
no matter HOW much of him disappears
under these conditions
that absence
could never overshadow
what APPEARS within him
so
although he’s shattered
his shards lost
in the atmospheric distance
what blossoms
from the fragments he provides
is his mirror image

for
while the sound
of a soul being fed
is imperceptible
he’s here to LISTEN
that’s music to his ears
when all he hears is prison

perhaps
the reason he’s so empty’s
‘cause he’s everywhere
and the parts of him
that are missing
make up worlds
of which
he’s unaware

on top of those
with which
he consciously chose to share
if HE suffers loss
for SUCH a gain
that’s MORE than fair
sacrifice is how a world’s repaired
too bad this species isn’t more prepared
to TRULY care
that’s why he speaks of evolution
‘cause genuine compassion
is acutely rare
that’s why he’s standing there
stranded
in a fugue-like stare
‘cause if no one else
gives of themself
then
we’re ultimately doomed to despair

but that sad reality
is not enough
for him to lack his own modality
he’ll do HIS part
even if in so doing
he’s the ONLY star
in that specific galaxy

so
as he crumbles
he takes solace
in the fact
that as he decays
something FAR MORE BEAUTIFUL
outside of him
can be SUSTAINED
clouds made of such dust
precipitate such peaceful rain
despite how much of him’s extinguished
morgana’s fingers protect his meager flame
her everpresence drives his light
to never reach a grave
that particular fire will RAGE
despite the grief of age
love will always burn inside him

so he remains

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verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  silntz


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silntz + stranded = oscillating/hyper-clouds



note:  title of track does NOT contain a typo




they excited him

and we too had a relationship
tight wires between us
pegs too deep to uproot
and a mind like a ring

shut on some quick thing
the constriction killing me also

the child’s cry
melts in the wall
and i am the arrow
igniting its carbon monoxide
by eyes dulled to a halt


how they awaited him
those little deaths



verse 1: [stranded]


in a nebulous mirage
subsists a goddess
of ebullient truth
what i behold in my eye
is the embodiment of beautiful
[body of light]-gaze
divine nature
the only moon i view
powerful angelic magick
teems in a soul
and illumes a fuse
a flower blooms from akashic
hexagonal fluid swoops
an alchemical egg
that hatches
a seed that grows into a fruit
camouflaged
on a sacred branch
of a geometree
that the roots produced
an owl looms
contemplating fantasies
comprised of doom and gloom
bound in a loop
trapped
in the confines
of a private hula hoop
the disorienting nature
of a bite
that consumes its tooths

dizzied by tranquility
bewildered by the existence
of such innocence
for infinity

how can love
so unremittingly pour
from JUST ONE entity
admittedly
it would be difficult
for the subject
to endure the influx
of that roaring energy
ALMOST as difficult
as absorbing the stimulant for it
that’s pouring into me
a paradoxic sensation
as exhausting as it is to inhale it
it ALSO strengthens
when you are enamored
by something so abstruse
your heart becomes glossolalic
and talks in a language
that is so old
that it predates ALL that is ancient
in that
the words it speaks
are spoken at their dawn of creation
they didn’t exist
prior to being sprawled
as they evolved
from the mouth of your experience’s solid foundation
not unlike clarity’s sublime inflation
that takes place
after nodding off and waking
the blossoming nature of pollen
provided by innate cognitive stamen
and a pistil that swallows
rather than fires projectiles
embracing

their combined summation
arrowing toward
something verily divine and sacred
synchronized -halation
these bonds are covalent
the sharing of your very souls
honor-dilation
the reflection of something
so far and deep inside
that you need to acknowledge the significance
of what you see on the other side
when you face it
many times
such a witness decides
to hide or try to escape it
so frightened
by what their eyes imbibe
as they’re shown
what is seen below the surface
known to observers
who don’t inquire
beyond what is provided to laymen
she’s too familiar with the poignant plague
of an undiscerning gaze
to accept the existence of a passenger
who’s more than happy
to explore her maze
not because he wants to escape
but in fact
because actually
he wants to REMAIN
enthusiastic
to be hurled
in the spectacular swirling flames
of her massive auric blaze
to learn what matters most to her
and support its reign
rather than
for the purpose to obtain
what it is
that he himself
may want to gain

the objective
is to inundate her
with an innate grin
that will never fade
from the face of the planet
on which
the emocean exists
in which
she has occasion to swim

a world
upon which
he only wishes to stimulate
a favorable shape to descend
he is not the blacksmith
just flames
that allow the metal
she wishes to change
to be bent
what is forged in this hearth
is only determined
by her own personal dedication and strength

he’s just there to encourage her transformation
fanning the flames of her aura
until what was formerly latent
is dense
one small step for man
with the impact of a planet cratered with dents
a flower inflates from her crown
a thousand petals commence

her moonbeams move my sea
the gravitation’s intense
it’s lunacy
beautifully imbalanced
by the counterweight of a glimpse
consumed beneath
a smile strangles me
as i drown voluntarily
in her halo’s ascent

killer love
fills my lungs
this is how you survey
a dark corner of space
and build a sun
such polarity
is the only comparison
for what i will become




verse 2: [silntz]

an effulgent muse
elegant hue
benevolent
lest she manifest the reticent truth
of the fettering
dimethyltryptamenacing noose
the ever present vengeance
of senescent death
edges into view
the bearer of tombs
underneath her flesh's delicate roots

the plaintive dawn
awaits the tainted
scarred
goddess of hatred's spawn
a promise to ablate the storm
delayed
to embrace the bliss
of pain and wroth

her grace is born
cradled under faceless arms
elation
drawn from brains
marred from fumigation
of opiated fog

the length it takes
to permeate her form
is nothing more
than the rate
a horde of locust swarms
saturates a plain
lions gaze
and approbates their fall

from dusk til dawn
she spawns in illustrious forms
from dust and beyond
she’s cusped in the arm
and drawn to the touch of chaitanya

but the stasis she longs
isn’t made by a one thousand aged epoch
meditation phenom
but the waste of a solitary grave
which veins
venom-laced
wage endogenous jihad

a latent array of faces
a variegated halo'd angel
strangled
suffocated exacerbation
by a lack of innervations
that stimulate patterns
of ventilating inhalations

the praxis
she basks in parallaxes
the gravity of actions
she's enacted the manic laughter
of masked men
as she's half-bent
a pageant of death
the circle of ash
from the orphan's basket

the gorgons glances
captures her forfeited attraction
her dance thwarted
by her own hands
romancing nomads
the snow sands
draft through her nose
as her soul abandons her
on a sworded shore strand

below a sky of glass
she roams
cast aside
she's thrown out to die
she moans for guidance
from the only light she knows
the night collided
with a nameless silence

but this hellkite
is a rare sight in a cloudless sky
she stares
for all that she bears
the plight tears
behind the pillion of her night's mare
she rides ne'er
confiding in her sight's glare

EYE wish to hang her
where the horizon sears
with chemical fire snares
her iris peers my violet tears
as i lie beside this sublime wight
defied by an ire
misguided to her demise
my highness dear

so
to the gallows EYE walk
with a host of shadow stalks
stirs the archers’ arrows knocked
with a feral mock
i come to see her undeserved
a shallow blur under the grasp of want

intermetalliclifeform

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  rpm the brown robe



 verse 1:  [stranded]


a tree in the distance
an outlier sits in
protrudes from a mountain
each cloud in the sky
whispers

as its single denizen
looks down
with indifference
other similar creatures
are out
flying
sadistic
admiring the sight
of the head
of a giant mystic
lying behind a samurai
who’s dressed anachronistic

debris
of a an ominous figure’s
prior commitment
the demeanor
that he conjures
when glimpsed
is annihilistic(this is NOT a typo)

bringer of death
a staff
with an inquisitive head
at the other end
is a ring
from which
an azure ribbon projects
from the opisthenar of his right hand
a shield seems to egress

several bags of tea
hang from the fingers of his left

blood rains
the dragon is slain
it will decay

the bodies were whole
moments ago
they rapidly fade
a labyrinth of foes
quickly became
an obliterated maze
only bones remain
the battlefield is their grave
their tombstone is an echo-faceted
penetrating gaze
the lasting image
cast in a disintegrating blaze

a dreamcatcher
swings from his neck
apotropaic

any hostile force
to cross his path
is abated

he walks between worlds
casually
conflated
he hails from the very realms
where magick is CREATED

those teeth
will become the jaws
of a sword
you’ve never seen before
they’ll swirl
from the dragon’s skull
in a subtle storm
to be reformed
a blade
that transmutates
in the heat of war
that
when he wants it put away
some sort of hyperspace sheathe
absorbs

he’s a calm machine
with the posture of a voorhees
letting off some steam
with the composite of a corpse heap
he may not have a brain
he may just operate off instinct
but
even if that’s true
with what he can do
you’d think he CAN think

steampunk cybertronic limbs
his collar’s wizard hair
if he wants to
he can disappear
you can feel it in the air
and just think
if HE’S this impressive
what about his engineer
and don’t forget about the branch
from which
a distinct bird
that’s hidden
peers
it observes
but doesn’t interfere
it’s prepared
just in case
it has to take point
amongst the other birds
and starling murmurate
synchronize
as a macroscopic
nanobotic murder blade
that wields itself
in the sky
at an entropic inertial rate
silence lurks a phantom’s
firmamental sky
ETERNAL grace
she’s there
even when she’s NOT
within his heart
this bird’s EMBRACED
free to soar the heavens
of countless worlds
and never grow estranged
despite what distance grows
between their souls
a wormhole REMAINS
in his dreams
it seems he’s color blind
but only to a single shade
his eyes entombed
doomed to never know
the pleasant glow of jade
no one knows his pain
mariana trench’s ocean floor
there’s what there was before
there is now
and there’ll be so much more
this whole scene’s a metaphor
that personifies what’s deep within
how SO MUCH can be experienced
but still somehow be meaningless

he has ABSOLUTELY no clue
why he exists
despite the fact he’s so unique
no one sees who he TRULY is




verse 2:  [brown robe]


illuminescence
i come from peace
with a message
i prefer the peace
this blade’s
just for the tensions
what’s the meaning
of this self afflicted preening
my head steaming
pour my flows
the only reason
he is posed

is because he knows your here

his robe’s for the cold
but also
for the volunteer
who frees it
from its sleep in the ethers
greetings
i am agape of amnesias
force field speaker
speaking on the frequent
weaving secret reason
for reasons you shouldn’t frequent
doctrines
of the lost season
lofty beings putting in work
looking hard at the board meeting
core teachings
make him want more feedings
the ethics of a saracen
the heart of a mohican
ribbon ring stick crook
brain his hatchet
gold in his left hand
to lure the attachment
they shook by the soul action
his inner code beyond matrices             
speaking ancient leaves
with the air accent
given appearance
of courage gleamed
from the battleground
they don’t understand him
don’t want to have him around
hes not a savage
just a passive ascetic
with a habit of defending
against who is aggressing
here i stand alone
as the night shift’s subsiding
rays of dawn
reveal the thoughts of his violence
rivets glinting
on his metallic gear
cosmic in the littered earth
sad at absent ears
flocks flee  
into the cavern
with velocity
compound switch blade
some solid geometry
the myst of souls returning
reverse rain storms
sermons
cries heard
only by the hermits
on the fringe of the nightmare
frozen revelation
not a moment too soon
praise to who they’re chasing
he saw the loop

and then its interlacing
enough to walk through
the next tier of its equation
partial to bards
give pass to freemasons

but kings think their things
give them wings
and they’re risen
flick
then he slits them
it just lays there withering
he finds the whole experience
sickening
buts it’s wisened him

he’s looking forward
to switching moods
cross-legged
with some stiff brew
this too shall pass
and continue

ornaments of honor
adorn his whole ensemble
they’ve made him
a lord of war
but that’s not what he wants
though

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written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  rpm the brown robe


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rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy



verse 1: [stranded]


just skip
to 1:36
stranded’s redundant as shit
always talking ‘bout love
when he spits
there are times
she thinks it’s her
but it’s not
other times
she doesn’t even recognize
what he dropped
exotic knots

a torment
time does not unlock

an agonizing box
true loneliness
exists outside the confines of clocks
i’ve known a custom misery
for all of my life
but there are creatures
who have darkened my plight
with solemn light

their orchidaceous eyes ignite
blossoms pour from my clouds
the darkness softly drowned
in a corrugating tide of night
folding
like a complex
hyperspace briefcase
the physics
that lurk beneath
as quantum framework
is reshaped
the macro-decompression
of a reconfigured substrate
if you’re truly honest with yourself
there’s no such thing as love/hate(as in a love/hate relationship)
install yourself
within a roaring
waterfall of integrity
NOT lying to yourself
is YOUR responsibility
work on your heart’s agility
its resilience is exemplary
contort yourself in ways
that won’t cause pain
to your vicinity
your destination
doesn’t have to change
to counter enmity
for you to just
adjust your route
to account for empathy
if you truly feel
the world revolves around YOU
consider this

your emOCEAN’s tides
are controlled by satellitic shifts
and
in order for such a relationship to exist

you must accept
that you won’t always get what you wish

‘cause being at the center
means that everything affects you
if you’re always being modified
why would you not expect to
but that’s enough about you
let’s go back to me again
and what
to me
is the ABSOLUTE OPPOSITE of meaningless

i read the scrolls
in the soul of a woodnymph
her pleasant moonshine
FOREVER ruled my sky
with one glimpse
exotic pheromones
a lycan with a woman’s scent
while the sun denotes its absence
it’s BRIGHTER where the wolf went



verse 2: [brown robe]


following footprints
to walk a thousand years fast
if it appears vast
it is
smash the gear shaft
sixth sense
persistence
one instance/existence
know difference
day and night visions
doors open

when the spine goes online
ancient programming
scrolls probe the inner mind
couldn’t crack the code
of the soul traveler
one step past the firewall
they ran into a calendar
insight i’ve gathered up
from silent lenders
distinguished elders
sunlight in HIS presence
buried beneath

the himalayas deep

he meditates awake
knowing sleep
to be temporary keep
but he trek through

more SELF
than some guess who
except you
you get sent out for some cell fuel
draw aside
while i quest on this forest ride
light inside
so why dull the blade
on the grind
not alone on my fine path
i got my pines
and some high hats
my rhymes turn to sky maps
spyglasses
try to catch my white caps
y’all style lax
brown robe spit that high mass
fly traps

the glance
a source of gravity
magnets in attraction
but you don’t know its apogee
not a breath stirred
nobody gets hurt
the best church
robe let the bless surge
quest words
uncensored

well served
in a web search
excerpts
pull the lever
and it gets burned
the well held the belt
a hundred years of war
or more
born to soar metaphors
and level doors
chemicals form
a formula
dawn in the mind
a sacred thread in the design
return of the center
drawing lines

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written and performed by stranded


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wings flap hopelessly
in a chasm of loneliness
there’s even the absence of ghostliness

banished
i don’t exist
i collapse into smoke
the soluble ash
of a galapagos abyss
when humans approach
the animals are cold
relaxed and motionless
rainbow swimming lizards
dimly shimmer
in a futuristic shade
inviolable to danger
my doppelgänger is an empty grave
in the oasis realm
of this dragon’s lair
is the lasting stare
of empty eyes
that inhabit the air
i improvise
as i clash with despair
trapped in the confines
of a sylphine cache of nightmares
emphatic light GLARES
for
being the most honorable
of life’s wares
shadows fight fair
they allow what there is to ignite
to present a bright flare

being active
when the moon reigns
doesn’t exactly denote
a patently consumed flame
for
a shadow can move
and allow the light
absent
to bloom
into a roaring flower
with a huge mane
and a shower of truth
somehow shouts in a mute blaze

peace to jamar

and for the beat from allah
mere sparks
can steer the heart
of a deep dark beast to a star
make the shades on your soul
that are so frequently drawn
go from being open for a peek
to COMPLETELY ajar
for those who provide warmth
i APPRECIATE y’all
for
while i am most comfortable in the cold
there are times
when i need a break
to be thawed
to leave the shade
to briefly bathe in the dawn
for
a sibling orphan
is a source of strength for the strong

paradisoulation(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  silntz

verse 3:  rpm the tetragrometrom


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rpm the tetragrometrom + stranded = inertial/entropy




verse 1: [stranded]

melancholy stargazer
darksaber swordplay
parliament configuration
tricky stigiform maze
cunning fox
love unlocks the puzzlebox’s doorway
butterflies
aflutter inside

he swirls away
his destiny far beyond the horizon
but he’s on the way
with no indication
that anything that he wants
awaits
a rainbow
compounds her halo
her crown ablaze

a lake of flowers rage
endless summer
nothing can douse her flames

her fire stoic
he’s bound in place
the most pleasant light he knows
paradise explodes
volcano mountain range
his love drowns his veins
each hour becomes a thousand days

completely flooded
he’s smothered amid the valley’s waves

it’s not her fault
that she’s a star
that surmounts all shade
he tumblewalks
in her radiant starshower’s rays

it sounds insane
but atmosphere decides how clouds behave
for him
she’s ever-present
so she never won’t amount to reign
DEVOUT!!!

the sound that’s made
by his heart
as it pounds away

his ONLY god
the love behind it
is how he prays

how very grateful
john nash couldn’t count the ways



verse 2: [silntz]

i prefer to break away
in silence
through steady gates
it’s either lift and meditate
heighten
or die and embrace decay

be mindful of your isolation
lest an ire ignites pyres of dire fate
a blight
that confines your mind
of climbing through to higher states

collide with kaleidoscopic paradises
lie awake
where time is latent
defying rates
manipulation of temporal mind escapes

horological sight delay
like an izanami iris splay
the seed of the tsukuyomi tree
perceives a dream
where desires reign

a chronologic
rapid eye panoptic daze
aloft in overcrofts
where helios streaks across a sea
of noctilucent waves

the illusive
convoluted tune
of the waltz of change
is embraced by those
with an unequivocal myopic gaze

apotheosis to henosis stage
where dystopic roads abound below
to quell your flow
are trace

i expound the gnosis
found in overgrowths of naiads’ caves
aphotic bounds
engrossed
in photoluminescent violet rays

the moon is sound asleep
underneath the tomb
of a foul grave
a nameless fog in episodic sways
oscillating in a brief melodic way



verse 3: [tetragrometrom]

there was never any doubt
as to whether he had skill
just about
how far he’d go
to keep it ill
it’s making me ill
contemplating the matter
spirit over digits
when the digits didn’t matter
watch him gather
his assembly of MOONS

giants in there own right
how can there be room

but listen
don’t even breathe a word of this
we all feel aloof to time
when the herb hit
cured this illness
with a dose of REALNESS
equanimous mind
do you know what even keeled is?
wield this translike mic
like im llenlleawg
windmill caught in your eye
like a cataract
ain’t no time to counteract
i just turned the hour back
mountain path
head for the hills
or encounter axe
recount the facts
to myself
amusingly
maybe i make this for myself
exclusively
but i believe in unity
above almost all else
from the tallest elm
to the smallest of cells
 all hells

broken loose
and were EYE deep
if you claim your woke
you can bet your wide asleep
if i could find a beat
then i would eat
my high hat
aint the faintest pulse in these fools
no live sap
arrive at
the place i set my eyes at
meet the realm head on
never bypass
heron
over the lake of blue lily
too high to ride past
reflect it musically
whats a human being
without demons and bee stings
three kings
seeking string theories

peeking in
priest thinks

then life follows suit
how’d they get this strange program to auto boot
so this what ima do
bless up a somber tune
click on my dropper tool
drop it on you marble tomb

asif(prod. by 7rinth)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  7rinth

verse 2:  sea/swordz


prod. by 7rinth



from album at following link:

 https://7rinth.bandcamp.com/album/attic-sessionz-92





verse 1: [7 arm’d labyrinth]

you won’t deny my access
to the garden
god
i’m bashing at your door
animated passion
in the grasp
and passed it
passed it to a corpse
hunched over this notebook
smoking
ashing
ashing on the floor
deranged look in his soul
captured
in rapids from the storm
god spoke and said:
“when you are psionic paul
studentz is your rival
you must settle this dispute
between the pseudonyms inside you”
tchh
as if
i like it in this labyrinth
rebels rule all
he said
then grabbed a vicodin
and smashed it
cold psychonaut type rascal
i eat humiliation
spit vicious
tinker with green glowing beakers
in the basement
face it
the undergroundedest
starving artist on mountain tips
they never showed him truth
they only help me sound it out a bit



verse 2: [sea/swordz]

flames erupt
from behind his eyes
detachment
from the realm
that’s held him captive
but as fast as this cell is shattered
it reassembles its fragments
much like how a scent
presents itself
as an indelible fragrance
an olfactive construction
a memory that’s been summoned
a sudden splash
of what is past
unabstracted

combustion
the fires that rage
in waves
untamed
ordain a symphony

this is all ok
as long as they sustain a melody
our identities
are but legs on an auric centipede
both swordz and stranded
avoid a linear course on anything
to deliberately focus
on one dimension
is pure stupidity
for
a sphere’s potential for perspective
supports infinity
perception
is at best
an inexpressible source of energy
the way we interpret things
interpolates our worlds
we’re editing

dizziedbytranquility(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by a/void


prod. by 7th galaxy



to become dark
spiral
along the spine of a spark
purple dawn
the blurred
burgeoning song
of a shadowlark
a tour within
mourning-tinged
disorienting labyrinth walk
captive heart
that can’t be caught in a cell
provides life
independent of itself
despite the fact
that it stands apart
hidden in plain sight
like the truth
revealed
in a future-filled geomantic toss
of soil
plants
and rocks

feelings dance with thoughts
congeal
in an enchanting hippocampic waltz
a bewildering loop
concealed in the goop
that spills from pandora’s box
the impudent trill of random chaos

pandemonium village
zodd hallucinates
while funeral makes gods in his image
psilocybin in hand
i’m enhanced
with the correlation of popeye and spinach
spiraling inward
through an organic hyperspace window
with the use of the mechanics
of sand colliding with winter
the reflection produced
by a panoptic transcognitive mirror
the image of who i am inside
becomes clearer
the underlying composite
kaleidoscopic chimera
spirit lamp
this galaxy’s moonlight
provides me with shivers
i can’t sufficiently articulate my gratitude
for the vibe he delivers
closed
my eyes are overcome
with the capacitive flux
of a grove of suns’ opulent shimmers
faster-than-light travel concocts
an aftershock of tachyon tremors
in the shadows
evolved
i blast off
like an asimov ninja
but i crash abruptly
my momentum
finds something adverse above me
such unfavorable matters are sundry
it seems
whenever i begin to climb
i’m quick to find
that the ladder is crumbling
however
magick is HUNGRY
and it feeds on the hearts of those
who imagine there’re such things

i am such an entity
i pirate defunct serenity
it doesn’t matter who you are
when observers construct identities
the truth is obscured
because their experiences
serve to blur what they’re witnessing
when you diverge from objectivity
you’ll find the curvature’s menacing
typically
those familiar with the burden of misery
are disconcerted and dizzied
by a flourishing surge of tranquility

such is the work of jittery
corrupt and subversive memories
when reality is colored
by what you want
it’s perverted visibly

i float in a nursery of flitting things
blanketed in the diversity
of molecular lepidopteran gossamer sigiled wings

power and magick
both surround and inhabit
my inner and outer thoracic
hidden tower
clasped in an impenetrable hourglass
horizontally established
the significantly profound schematics
of a heart
that isn’t bound by the limitations
that so habitually challenge the average
infinity spirals centrifugally
in flowery patterns
those on the receiving end
find themselves considerably
showered with atoms
GENUINE love never cowers
in the vicinity of anything
that intends to devour its passion

it extends from its island
to and through the din
of its surrounding trappings
killing the noise
drowning each dissenting voice
until its dismissive silence amasses

quiet weapons
that fall on ears
deaf to wars
that they will make sure
will not appear
only to spiral
in the vortex of the vague lore
of prior years
to inadvertently be forgotten
apathetically
by their peers

when it detects manipulation
destiny wildly veers

and CRASHES
head on
with the interloper that tried to steer
the path to understanding
is a road
the temporal lobe pioneers
for
everything in existence
consists of a vibe you hear
quivering transmitted
through whichever medium commandeers
all the secrets of the universe
are hidden inside your ears

my heartbeat from within
overlappingly echoes beautifully
imbalanced
by the lack of connection
decrescent lunacy
i pace along the great beyond
a haggard wretch
imprudently
shattered
as i accumulate the absence
i’m destined to accrete
the love i have’s
a blessed truth
that weeps
a cloud that hydrates
those who bloom beneath
no matter what
i’ll make CERTAIN
that their roots will drink
despite what the circumstances
for that to occur
might do to me
if you desire something
and don’t get it
and what’s in your heart
shifts
even a few degrees
you don’t have to be a mathematician
to know that
that’s one massive difference
between you and me
what’s in my heart
isn’t an illusion
built on what it can do for ME
what’s in MY heart’s authentic
CONSISTENT
it’s not at all attuned to greed
i pity the fool
who has never shown love
such as what looms from me
because that means
you’ve never actually known love
in its true physique
somehow
a moth produced the heat
to light a candle’s moonless beam
in order for me to bask
without having to lose its wings

there are intangible roles
we play in creatures’ lives
i cultivate
for those i embrace
so the salient seeds will thrive
for
immeasurable love
is stowed away
deep inside
and i
myself
will do whatever i must
to see it rise
because
there is an unwavering soul
at play
beneath my eyes
despite there being
no waves of energy
with which
EYE may be synchronized

oneiromanticsorcery(prod. by the hypnotist)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  shallowblur

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by the hypnotist



shallowblur + stranded = oscillating/hyper-clouds





 …my own blown hair
tearing off my voice
and the sea
blinding me with its lights
the lives of the dead
unreeling in it…



verse 1: [shallowblur]

frostbitten panes thaw
midsummer rain drops
stillbirthed opaque flaws
vague hope searched in vain for
silent graves torn
linear brain wave forms
shapeless silhouettes soar
like vapors fade
in a pale shade of snowflake blade storms
a jaded radiance dwindled
lingering faceless patience
staves gilded embraces
dancing towards empty forms
for scores of epochs
shores waves of millennial causations
distraught patrons of the veiled parade
stray to graves
etched familiar names emblazoned
the human materialization
like the manifestation of a labyrinth
on the planets faces
laced with pathogens
in its millions of passages
apertures of avarice
we grasp at that which
has no potential for nascence
dispassionate infatuation
with fleeting attachments
transient amalgamation
of the flesh's ambience
neglected didactic facets
of sapient lamentation
vestiges of ecclesiastic passages
detached from cogitation
bated breath
that which is forsaken lies in stasis
in chambers
arid
innate in traces disengaged in death
synchronistic veils
between this plane and the next
pallid angels
lacerated flesh
teetering on the edge until its halo sets



verse 2: [stranded]

he roams the expanse
of romance
that grows and expands
both into and from
the world
his heart holds in its hands
cosmic oceans
comprised of emotions
that conspire to hold her
their souls frozen
in the gnosis
of the convoluted throes
of an ongoing dance
the music they move to
blooming forth
in an immortal advance
her smile is the prize
the wealth of worlds
collected
could never tower as high
he spins her around
with the intention
her every ‘now’
is as lithe
her dress figuratively lifting
umbrella-ing out to her sides
moonshower
he accrues power
as light sprouts from her eyes
nothing means more
than seeing love surround her
inside
as long as this is what he sees
his bliss will be a sea
with a recalcitrant tide
no amount of satellites
not even thousands combined
could hope to challenge his high
he doesn’t even have to be her partner
in the waltz she spirals inside
it’s all about the happiness
that falls about her
that drives his heart to pound
so alive

it’s why he exists
he was conjured
by the wand of a witch
this undying assignment of his
is to be certain
that she will never wander a world
sublime love won’t find her within
an oneiromantic realization
he WILL observe
despite what might wish to obscure
his line of sight
in the end
this image has bored inside him
no form of blindness
could pose a threat
to this aural light being dimmed

thefifthrealm(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded

verse 3:  rpm the brown robe

verse 4:  stranded


beat:  warlock poems



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy



verse 2: [stranded]

hyper-cloud ritual
my cypher’s sound
light corralled
my sky surrounds the brilliance
moonfire bound in a hidden loop
i devour the higher power
i siphon out of forbidden fruit
time drowns in cosmic gallons
when love sprouts
unconditional

elaborate blanket of djed
a comforter
that comforts miles away from the bed
a hunter that prowls
and preys on all threats
there’s not a smile
he wouldn’t pay for with his death
his thoughts are beautiful
despite all the swordz in his head
his walkingstick
is not support for his legs
he follows his heart
to get where he’s going
instead
the origin of his choices
never warrants regret
but the way that things unfold
leave him second-guessing
how he paved his roads
heavy darkness shrouds him
fully bound
he can’t escape its hold
but still
somehow
the umbra can’t
countermand the weight of his glow
a vanta lampshade
couldn’t damp
the candle rays of his soul
no matter how hard it is
he manages
to channel his pain into hope
not for himself
but for those he helps
he roams below the veil
of the quinultimate realm
it’s as if
from alone in a cell
he astral projects
to get to those
that he protects
cloaked in a shell
of [they don’t quite
know what they felt]
his aura’s quiet
it’s like
he’s some sort of hybrid
of a ghost and a spell

when matters seem grave
you’ll find
magick will breach the planes
they’ll be concaved

until they break
beneath the waves




verse 4: [stranded]

invade worlds
without threatening
the sacred mirror
vivid wave
we form the sound reflection
of a nascent era
the inverted branch

yamato
with no inertia damped
entire planets of forests
emerge from his hand


water and earth


with all the heart
all daughters deserve

may the eyes of every girl
have their own aurora
rather than
extensive collections
of unspeakable horrors
decay and disorder
are not innately damaging
there are certain things
that SHOULD be faced with banishment
i always stand beneath my moon
the wolf escapes the man its in
my true nature
nuitari
my sacred amulet
honored
the single flower
that blooms in my heart’s
an amaranth
the neck of the hourglass
that governs the time
this plant exists
is indefinitely turned on its side
so there’s no sand in it

eternal devotion
the subject of a permanent opus
utterly absorbed
into his one immortal gnosis
with the allure of the suction
of an inductive swirl of an ocean
an occurrence in time
a loop
that’s nunca going to be broken
doubt starves
in my devout garden
a profound darkness
that invites an intense light
that clouds soften
both gentle and bright
i ascend
like a crowned orphan
as their moisture alights
water is life
i drown OFTEN
routinely humbled
by the insights
an owl offers
unwittingly
the roots of what i’ve written
many miles of ground authored
my words spring
from a 360 degree ring
upon which
all manner
of photosynthetic green sing
but despite how talented
i may be at speaking
unfortunately
i can’t seem
to adequately describe how i see things

i live for a queen
without being a king
and guard her
with the immediate martyrdom
of a bee sting

desperatesighlens(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


hook:  stranded

verse :  rpm the tetragrometrom


beat:  warlock poems



rpm the tetragrometrom    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy



hook: [stranded]

wizards with words
fire withers
a blizzard occurs
things change
the sky disobeyed
by inquisitive birds
being discreet
they sneak
when they’re getting their worms
they venture deep
submerged
swimming
in a river of nerves

loopeyenature(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


hook:  stranded

verse 1:  rpm the tetragrometrom

verse 2:  stranded

hook:  stranded



prod. by lost soul



rpm the tetragrometrom    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy




hook: [stranded]

be not surprised
when your truth kites in the sky

stifled cries
you can hear the faintest whispers
if you squint your eyes

you has to look inside
calibrate your inner eye

centripetalize
spiral in the nethertide

be torn together
by the gravity
of who you ARE

your spirit animal’s
an image
made of several stars

a constellation
that can’t find its way
to telescopes
your ascended
misanthropic
maturated isotope

your walkingstick
ain’t made of cedar
teak
or any oak
until you find your path
i promise you
that you’re not awoke

so take a walk
beneath your bioluminescent trees
coalesce
and be the most YOU
that you could ever be

your heart will take you
to the vines
you need
to swing beyond

to teleport

the ripples can EXCEED the pond

the spookiness
associated with a quantum leap

the fluidity
with which
all things entangle underneath



verse 2: [stranded]

cyanide
an attractive glacier
that floats above
imposing gravitation
that extracts gold
from a silver tongue

uplifted
by pain
that doesn’t do what THEY claim
what THEY see
is NOT AT ALL the same
as the view EYE obtain

fires rage
at a considerable distance
inside a cave
significance hibernates
when it exists in a stifled state
that which is substantial
can’t be extinguished
such light remains
what’s inside my heart’s secure
and can’t possibly be immured
and denied its aim
a life
no carnivore can eat
despite how strong its jaws and teeth
what radiates
my light
discharged beneath
WILL find what it resolves to reach


i can’t seem to shed tears
and i’m not trying not to weep
why is it that my eyes
can’t seem to provide
their longed for release
perhaps
it’s ‘cause i do not deserve
the graft of a cathartic purge
and i must live life as a dumpster
lacking comfort
as i walk the earth

a sin eater

absent a more exalted term
who basks in exotic chromatophores
as flames of an aura burn

i thrive
in my own particular rays
of lightning bolts
waves of energetic solar rain
a blazing kaleidoscope

the way these photons behave
is way out of my control
i’m just extremely fortunate
that i’m able to synthesize their glow

beautiful creatures
peace is derived from souls
that reach out and touch you
they cut through any boundaries
space/time would pose

enveloped
in a rush of stellar dust

catalyzing shards

the druse produced
by a group of such vastly vibrant stars

the spear of destiny’s
not a weapon stuck in the child of god
it’s a string of energy
guided by the heart
whenever EYE’M involved



hook: [stranded]

be not surprised
when your truth kites in the sky

stifled cries
you can hear the faintest whispers
if you squint your eyes

you has to look inside
calibrate your inner eye

centripetalize
spiral in the nethertide

be torn together
by the gravity
of who you ARE

your spirit animal’s
an image
made of several stars

a constellation
that can’t find its way
to telescopes
your ascended
misanthropic
maturated isotope

your walkingstick
ain’t made of cedar
teak
or any oak
until you find your path
i promise you
that you’re not awoke

so take a walk
beneath your bioluminescent trees
coalesce
and be the most YOU
that you could ever be

your heart will take you
to the vines
you need
to swing beyond

to teleport

the ripples can EXCEED the pond

the spookiness
associated with a quantum leap

the fluidity
with which
all things entangle underneath

whiteroseonhergrave(prod. by rogu)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

beautiful voice:  tante meli

verse 1:  starlord

verse 2:  stranded

verse 3:  zodd the immortal


prod. by rogu



beautiful voice: (tante meli)

white rose on my grave

i’m not brave
anymore

white rose on my grave

silence
in my coffin



verse 1: (starlord)

the 7th shadow
moves graceful under moonlight
a sword fight
blood soaked lands
beyond the skyline
my mind’s eye
photographic
disperse the timeline
i light an incense
for the ghosts
at the monk shrine
my blade cuts deep
into blunt’s spine
and fly high and mighty

travel through stargate
by light beam
exciting
rhymes develop beyond the ice ring
shuriken spins reverse
unleash the lightning
it’s frightening
how i!! my crew is at writing
you biting
not surprised
feel enlightened
chomp your whole style in half
like a titan
near orion
far from home
like john crichton
my pen linked
to ufo’s and orb sightings
scripts found deep below
with stone giants
defiance
encrypted code
i seek silence
gravitate to those
who grow and spit science





verse 2: (stranded)

nanobotic saliva
a camouflage mirage
made of fire
a phantom
in flammable darkness attire
dragons scream from his sleeves
observers can’t believe
what they’ve seen
obscure photons
swarms explode
from wormholes in his palms
they swirl
in the form of a globe
inside
in the eye of the storm
alone
he absconds
pain wages war on his soul
the torment rains
and it pours
and it snows
a weathered blade
forged in the flames
that inexorably rage
in the cortical lobes
in his skull

a sword orchid rose
on a tombstone
signifies hope for the future
even though she is gone
but what does a flower
on a grave
truly know
about the road that he’s on
he himself is confused
and he doesn’t know what’s going on

there’s a scent that he sees
a synesthete
who sniffs a glimpse
on a breeze
everything shivers
some sounds are meant to be seen
her fangs sink into me
and i taste the silent pinch of her scream
rarely around
still
her presence is loud
shrill
in every inch of my dreams



verse 3: (zodd the immortal)

they find a casket
with your savior in it
children dance to my song
and enhance their psychopathic behavior
iron cast helmet
melted onto professor xavier

you’re welcome
magneto
my turn to speak
at the freak show
deceitful gladiator
degrading
self invader
he signed his name with blood
the contract for his soul is on paper
before being born
they entered hell
through a crater
the devil expelled out
well embellished in gator
his queen covered in pearls
her mouth exhaled mother nature

zodd forsaked her
the savior of all
i came to take your place
his face stirred with anger
his faith blurred
gospel hater
dark souls chamber
gods escape from their cage
as blackness fades
into a darker crater
mr. carcass departs
with a heartfelt favor
people are strange
i see my love part with danger
i’ve seen it repeat the same
over the ages
under the moonlight
the evening hangs

angels came down to earth
‘cause they thought it was safer
then they felt the presence
of his odd nomenclature
remarkable
unstoppable god breaker
the lost fragrance of love
seeped through an image
that face of hers


unforgotten

endemiclatentkaonics(prod. by legacy)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  n.s.one

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by legacy



verse 1: (n.s.one)

try relate
to a higher rate
it’s the cloud stepping
dandy proud
sound repping
tearing down weapons
glowing beams of enlightenment
flowing streams
of a heightened sense
unsensible sentence
is unconventional
convey the spiritual
behind the scene
miracle
levitating
meditate on the mountain peak
eliminating all beliefs
within a thousand weeks
infinite biography
fragment of an intricate mythology
ultimate reality
shifts with every word spoken
what is the bottle’s
exact position in the ocean
it moved
before you answered it
the adamant are cancerous
let go
realize you will never know
or the mind state’ll never grow
confined by theories and parameters
words are inadequate
the human mind cannot complete self analysis
be water my friend
never settle
truth is abstruse
men produce loose explanation
but it’s nothing more
than abstract speculation
i lack the patience
to interact with the ancient scripture
paint a picture of invisible wave length
true individuals united
undetected by the violent
living underneath modern tyrants
common pirates
who call us migrants
but i’m a child of the horus iris


verse 2: (stranded)

the son of osiris
os iris
operating system iris
you have to open it
to activate its vision’s silence
liberate its hidden content
like traveling through time
to prevent the fate
of corporations getting monstrous
trying to change
the shape of the continuum
shift its alignment
alter its trajectory
to walk into a better tomorrow
than they have ever seen
one
that they themselves
can’t be a part of necessarily

sacrifice
true devotion
like love
when authenticity
is profusely woven

it’s persisting
despite the inability
to prove the notion

it’s you sowing a seed
with no intention
to reap the fruit
the tree will produce
but rather
because of what it means to you
to see it bloom
it’s when it matters
that the object of your love
has what it needs to thrive
even if it requires your absence
to see it through

true love is one direction
it’s not something to be determined
by what’s reflected
if it changes
based on what you get in return
it must be questioned
because
such a heart’s sentiments
are disingenuous
it pumps deception
and you should go inside
for some introspection

do some self examining
if lack of reciprocity
compels abandonment
you were lying to yourself
for
the love
that you’d like to believe you felt
can’t exist

photocell(prod. by the hypnotist)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  namelessmyst

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by the hypnotist



oscillating/hyper-clouds

=

namelessmyst

+

stranded



verse 1: (namelessmyst)

counter-clockwise metamorphosis
contorting into bacterial organisms
from homo sapient forms
the swarm of a plague
invades the populace
stains
with metropolitan operas and terrains
the basis for the human enslavement
is not the constant
but flawless
omniscient gods and goddesses
fiber optic
telepathic odysseys
telegraphing cosmic dreams
like rapid optic sleep
inoculates
for this vague disease
is hate and greed
the latent seeds
that painfully germinate
amid the seams
of the imagination’s seas
human beings are only a glimpse
of sapient existences
in arrays
of vibrational transistions
to higher planes
of densities and dimensions
euclidean geometrics
reflect invisible spectrums
redirection to the solar plexus
center essence
a fixture in lessons of the hermetics
an elixir of transmutational genetics
the holy templar of the kemetic inception
the orator of mental aesthetics
chemically embellished
enveloped in levels of melanin
and emerald element sediments
species eminence
mandelbrot sequencing
analogue specimens
camouflaged troglodytes
sabotage
like global oval office espionage
false prophets with an iron cloak
choke on the pyre smoke
embrace the words from the ire’s throat
but EYE
the untold hermit
rise
with fervorous observance
climbed motionless
determined to unbind third eyes
through inward excursions
EYE am the inert storm
EYE am the sublime visage
that my words form
EYE am the light
when your eyes are blinded
and you lie dormant on life support
EYE am the force that uplifts
the kiss of the north wind
the infinite bliss
that courses within
EYE am the crystal image
of the divine light in men
EYE am the heavenly entity
the echo of infinity
EYE am man
woman
father
son
ghost
and the holy trinity
EYE am engrossed rhythmically
in tomes of gnosis
EYE am biochemically potent
in doses
EYE am the conscious form of hypnosis
EYE am that which is inactive
in the blackened synapses
detached from man’s static actions
EYE am the last bastion
redacted into fragments
from untapped astral channels
stagnant
EYE am the axiom of time lapsing
everlasting
ever expanding
spanning through millennial eras
entrancing
EYE am the vast expanse glancing
through the hippocampic glass
casting capstones
through black holes
of the pituitary gland
chanting om
stoke the divine omens
you hold inside
purified omnipotence
glows frozen
behind diamond groves
in nodes
silent
behold the flames of violet
the alchemical refinement
of the higher state of mind
cycles sublimating
to erase decaying confinements
idle
designed as the sky’s infinity
luminous blue hues
as the sun shines
imbued
with the divine identity energy



verse 2: (stranded)

realm of peace
rapid eye machine
the paradox of mechanics
quantum deep
the solstice
of the glow
of below’s topography
the conscious cortex
the first stage
to perforate this monotonous world’s flesh
the space/time warp cleft
embryonic vortex


the nascent vacuum
the sharingan swirl suggests
when an ambigram of its pupils’
opposite points connect
the illustration
of hypnotic degeneration
being swallowed in consummate dissipation
through hyper-cyclonic
higher consciousness oscillations
psychologically broadened horizonation
a mind state
with time/space unlimitation

involuntary intruders
wander the halls
of an oblong medulla
supporting the birth
of that which
would have one evolve
like a doula
you’re drawn to a future
beyond any fictitious science’s sutras
caught inside a world
where you disappear
like vessels that veer inside the borders
of the triforce
that leaves you lost in bermuda

regardless of my sorrow
i reach tomorrow
with precognitive maneuvers
while imprisoned
within a figurative bottle
of kali yuga

erroneous discordance
hinders the natural
harmonious endorphins
but only in performance
the pleasant sensation
that is more organically present
is degraded
chemically faded
expeller pressed
until everything it contains
is spoken for
and the shell that encased it
is broken and distorted

but unlike the seeds
that are destroyed irreversibly
any being
that endures this adversity
is capable of recovering
like wolverine getting surgery
life has a capacity for resilience
that surpasses the zillions
any darkness
is just light refracted
and can reignite to absolute brilliance

if i can experience anxiety
for weeks at a time
that means it’s possible
that the opposite
can materialize
so
despite how long we go
without this peace in our lives
allow your eyes to adjust
to see hope
and keep it alive
we’re each responsible
for the balance
that we achieve in our lives
it’s not what you’re given
it’s what you do
with what you receive
that decides

we’re all pixels
within this hdtv we’re inside
the image is shit
‘cause too many are fixed
on what the other pieces provide

mind your business
if it doesn’t effect
the light YOU’RE emitting
focus on how bright you can get it
and how you might provide some assistance
help someone else shine
if their fire has died
or is dimming
show them the TRUTH
of the fact
that the fuel that’s inside them
is BRIMMING
inspire them to find
what they’re doing such a good job
of hiding within them
if you have to
remove them
and stab their sockets
with the eyes that were in them
personify
what they must do with their eyes
to polish their vision

doomspeyeral(prod. by hak)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by hak



 verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]

i’m a scholar of myth
following bliss
into a hollow inside
sweeping curves of a twist
what i’m saying is this
something that exists
beyond the forest line
of our awareness
is on the fritz
and the things we tightly grip
like daily bread
there ain’t nothing wrong with this
i’m rationing the dead
and the shattered imagined things
ravishing at anything
apprenticing you to the cemetery
abundant
one too many
afraid to spend a penny
a mystic is density
’til he finds it in the melody
and shifts it from heresy
on to destiny
agony and the ecstasy
endless for the remedy
we’re playing recklessly
with the energy of the gods
we begin to see
when we accept our parts
for change has no option
when aimed at dissolving rage
and all such inhumane barricades
this the left hand written
backwards in the mirror
the way thoughts come out
then enter my cerebellum
from its source signal

before it can make the error
by believing in the mirror
belief
all that matter
secret beyond the ladder
straight abracadabra
crack in the tavern wall
opening the pattern
he drunk ’til he sobered
and fell out of the labyrinth

not so much about the wits
as it’s all about the gathering
control of the blabbering
and mannerisms
you think and stand against
but i swear man it isn’t
so follow your bliss
like the end of your own index
don’t be afraid of the door
in open pretext
within minutes
the physics make quick sense
i downright
advance forward
and spin flex
with less effort
and more impact
respect shared
we are prepared
in the face of power unveiled

inner states of being
live to change the outer
listen for a minute
and cease being a doubter

it’s infinitely hours



verse 2: [straned]

i’m a cloud in many skies

both alive and moribund
i obscure the sun
AND don’t prevent its shine
precipitate
rain
hail
snow
and acidic bonds
my thoughts
are philosopher stones
forever skipping ponds

reality ripples off
a glitch evolves
between the planes
i go inside the hole
my eyes are closed
i’m seeing things
ALWAYS losing my soul
i do and i don’t
need to change
i’m constantly steeped in pain
but i don’t FEED the flame
it remains lit
but i don’t stimulate the wick
i assimilate
like syllables into namelessmyst
when you make a wish
you have to do more
than wait for it
in order
for an impenetrable surface
to be immersed with crater dents

disobey

ANYTHING that would betray your bliss
unless it’s for something
so important to you
it’s worth forsaking it

nourish your soul
be generous to yourself
some MORE
and your life
will be more beautiful
like an elf matures
i am faced with many misfortunes
and walk through several doors

surrounded
i’ve found my way out
of every hell i’ve worn

the sloughing labyrinth
the passages shed their destinies
and reconfigure

so alternate fates
can be delivered
i reflect on surfaces
that don’t provide reflections
‘cause my perspective
is derived from my essence
it’s what’s inside
projected
my identity
is the composite chemistry
of iconic etches
a sculpture
comprised of collections
of hyperbolic edges

the shape molded
is the result
of my combined endeavors
and keep in mind
impressions
cannot be left
without applying pressure

so
all the adverse circumstances
i encounter

culminate
in a tertiary higher power
the muscles in your chin
you learn you have
when on the verge of crying
overcome
with the figurative roar of a lion

when you’re lost
in the throes of sorrow
the rip current’s violent
being tossed
by the undertow
can be demoralizing
like screams
when you’re paralyzed
in your sleep
your world is silent
you’re trapped
in a seemingly endless dream
you don’t want to die in
my heart glimmers

the energy’s only pure
behind it
despite the darkness
harbored within
a glow endures
defiant

invasivesurgery(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

hook:  stranded

verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded


prod. by lost soul



hook: [stranded]

this ain’t operation
even if
you don’t touch the sides
with the tweezers
you can’t place emotions
inside another creature
it ain’t up to you
how another might receive you
and you don’t have a right
to be bothered by it either


verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]

that’s right
like what happens at those edges
carefully tended
how many passes until it renders
first
eye must ask
what emotion is he stuck in
one has him something chosen
coming up with nothing
NO
no discussion
claiming love
but as of yet
no discovered function
also no obstruction
just reintroduction
of our instruction
it’s the story we tell ourselves
of the god children
that emotion
well ok
emotion spoken
left me awoken
stepping away from mic roasting
my flow fix erosion
bow in the symposium
what are those two doing
remote viewing
poets chivalric
moving the ruins
to brew them down and unglue them
why would you ever have to subdue them
as an ideal
there’s no need to tell another self
how my i feel
that’s MY deal
used to reverse what EYE will construe
let go to reveal
and just enjoy the ill interlude
present like a ninja do
stepping like a bag of dust
escaping
through the earth
that you plummet to
i don’t know
duck
inside the visceral
grab the wheel for a while
thanks dog
i need my eyes healed
y’all thought words
weren’t supposed to be this dope
y’all thought words
were just something to quote
words are only worth
what they mean to YOU
in the hands of the fool
the heart a tool

or a harpoon
call the physician of the soul
someone’s attempting
to sell the gold
for what quickly grabs for goals
what it promotes
we should all be invoking
the figure in the boat
being a good beacon of hope
and making his way
‘cause
it’s the only way
keeping the pace with present moment
stoking the flame
of ardor
guardian
harnessing
ominous consonants
that left the continents
with more opulence
if i go anonymous
does it matter whose hypothesis
make this clock tick
tick
how could consciousness ever obsolete
yes
when you’re boxed in
correct
very good
here’s a star for your competence
i’m so grateful
for remembering to free fall
through some bottomless
pitiful economist
of the necropolis
prophetless
colorless
taste of the autumn mist
bzzzzzz
too close to the edge


eye almost lost my head

rare moments
caught inside a frozen dread


verse 2: [stranded]

what’s below is dead
all is dark
know the ledge
i know my head

sorrow haunts
loneliness

my heart is strong

i fall apart
exploding lead

shadow farms
i wander lost
on a slow descent
that’s startled by a scarp
where the smallest spark
grows instead

fuel for my soul
is
you wouldn’t know

i’m moved
by the movement of those
who trivialize their significance
as some gratuitous role
minimizing the truth
of their own beautiful souls
they live in alternate dimensions
misconstruing their glows
how is it
that such exuberant gold
can be reduced to nothing
by the very alchemists
who produced it alone
chiseled brilliant jewels
from the most useless of stones
but i suppose
some views are remote
a breathtaking palace
seen through the fog
produced by its moat
its bridge drawn
when you are too close

whatever horrors
slither underneath a life form
don’t solely determine
the whole
an observer’s eyes form

i can’t speak
for what the eyes of others
can achieve
but as for me
what i discover’s canyon deep

i scan beneath
and see the vines
that wriggle into place
the hands that seek
to extinguish their shine
asphyxiate
an abunDANCE of light

smothered by a single shade
it’s all perspective
it’s obstructed
‘cause YOU’RE in the way


just think of a projector
and the film displayed
and how much of a difference
just putting your hand over the lens
would make

just lift it up
and let the picture
rush against a wall

warm yourself
so the ice shelf you’re stuck within
can thaw

far more difficult done
than said

that is true
but it will NEVER be done
if that’s your attitude

whatever happens
within your well
attacking you
no one else will
or has ever felt that magnitude

you need to practice
showing YOURSELF more gratitude

for all the things
that YOU ALONE have powered through
when performing internal inventory
you have to be GENUINE
and take note of BOTH
the POSITIVE and the negative

for
what lurks within
no eyes without can see
it’s a fixed position
insofar as how it’s seen
so
look around
see it ALL
like an owl can see
only then
can you evolve
to the heights of alchemy
POUND your wings
against the wind WITHIN
ascend
explore the sky
there’s so much more
within your glass
than what YOU pour inside
but i can talk
’til i’m so parched
my vocal cords are dry
if you won’t allow yourself
to see the truth
behind what i describe


hook: [stranded]

this ain’t operation
even if
you don’t touch the sides
with the tweezers
you can’t place emotions
inside another creature
it ain’t up to you
how another might receive you
and you don’t have a right
to be bothered by it either

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

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

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


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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