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I wonder how all our worlds look from the inside.
“Where do old birds go to die?
Why don’t dead ones fall on us like stones from the sky?”
I’m quite amazed as I sit by the riverside
just beyond that mossy gilded gate lying
on a naked shoulder by the water
marching Memory
before my unfitting seawater eyes.
I can’t near describe the image
as reflected rhetorically, in ripples of perfection,
submerging- they splash all over me!
Holy submergent non-entity. (repeats x4)
Made visible I’m broken down to efflorescent light beams
my being shrunk to nothing, effortlessly-
consumed, Subsumed by Anokhi spirits I am obligated
to split my mind apart,
sense the choices in between thought and action,
acting powers like those still existing
behind that scripted set of scenes.
It’s probably impossible once you’ve been exposed
to just let go and allow the things you now know
to return, we must unlearn and remember ‘dragon lines’
and constellations
might be more than fitted disorder in the sky
or fabricated by the Mind,
or as Dreamt up by Morpheus
who was eager for a trap
to capture blissful rapture of the ancient onces.
An artifice- curious to be. Bemused by itself.
And what if all you’ve ever known, you didn’t?
And the whole world that you’ve felt couldn’t be any less unreal. Cause in this moment now,
I’m quite positive I never had existed.
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I am one who says
that seasonal cycles are a myth
Although some scenes may seem to repeat themselves, trust me
this self’s not okay with it…
And though this world is definitely ending
I can’t help but feel for it
and all that we must leave.
All is where it should be.
together in departure times again.
I am one who says that seasonal cycles
are a myth we must live with, and
though scenes may repeat themselves
this self is okay with it…
Though this world has definitely ended,
I can help it’s decomposition
all is far from where I’d like to be.
Together again,
consent not to be a single being.
(Bridge)
Don’t mistake the garden
for our fated destiny.
Gylany will rise up from its roots
blossoming rain, like Aquarius.
Not living in the past but presently in future
time. We’ll escape from this context,
this toxic paradigm.
Dreaming of ourselves
charismatically engaged in suicide.
Glob, why do I love? How it feels to die
forever part.
Dreaming, dreaming of ourselves.
Dreaming, of our-selves.
charismatically engaged.
Dreaming of ourselves
charismatically engaged in suicide.
Glob, why do I love how it feels
to die.
Forever part of something else.
Forever part of someone else.
Neti.
Neti. Neti Neti.
Ami oyeta na, ami aita na.
Neti Neti. Ami aita na, ami oyeta na.
Neti Neti. Ami oyeta na, ami aita na.
Hakua Oya-Yansa.
Hakua Oya-Yansa.
Hakua Oya-Yansa.
Hakua Oya-Yansa.
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One of my earliest memories
I watched a woman walking proud
down the dunes and into the sea.
I’ve been wondering what it says about me.
How such simple erasure could be a way
of inviting-in peace.
Oh how I ache to be flooded with relief.
Little did I know that my peers weren’t so drawn to drowning.
There was a time in my life when I felt less then alive,
Enraptured like a storyteller
I started talking to the stars.
as if the distance between us could
condense,
my body, in their light.
Could collapsing narratives
be the way a void’s a-glimmering
as we dive down again
to what shows us in our unspeakable depths?
And I got used, to sending invitations to the devil, splintering again
to help him in his need.
Attracted to his impossibility;
surrendering to secure a love from anyone would have meant the world to me.
I could only stop measuring my-
self by what I lost or missed.
Riding these oscillating waves of absences.
I used to dream of serenity.
I used to dream of serendipity.
I used to/ dream. I used you. I used to.
I used to dream of masquerading creatures on a beach.
I used to dream of conditional me.
I used to dream of invisibility.
could also be that was all I’d ever known.
I was stuck at the crossroads
between the imaginary & the real.
Now I’ve become the feeling of feeling.
(Back then, like I promised)
Was I always expecting nothing?
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There was a wolf I used to run from.
Could never make it to the door in time
for my safety to be assured.
Clearly he’s still here, he is my surround.
He is my surround.
Apparently he still haunts my rhymes
always making me repeat myself.
Or was I the one to disappear
into the wood?
Does it make me more or less human?
In spite of the fang marks on my wrists;
In spite of the fang marks on my wrists.
In dream, the scent of madness
stirs a fearful mind to action.
Fawn legs tremble in anticipation
of all I cannot outrun.
And what if I were raised by wolves?
My life-line moves along, moves the ridge
of a cornea.
Feeling-eyes twitch
according
to mountainous meanings.
In the dark of dream
who made me literate?
So I could smell,
wait I mean, read, the scripts
of sandcastles
carved by maternal grandparents.
Dragging their knees through the muck.
In mudflats, and in my-
imagination.
To recognize what can’t be seen by light,
or in your tracking reasons;
and all that could ever come from it
was that I was ‘Pattern Doubt.’
“It would be good to break,
to take another way.”
A collision beyond mind,
it’s the binds of confluence
to find pleasure in the tethers on our wrists.
To the planetary pact
of paths our ancestors walk.
Here we Are. Here we Are,
and maybe seeing ain’t the half of it.
Our words for it
will never make enough sense,
their wake will world the moments
we will remember years from now.
Why must we compare all that’s good to humanity?
Are we the joys of our history made conscious?
Trust that you’re becoming all the more human
as we carry on that promise.
What if I were raised by wolves?
There is only no-one to worship-
What if I were raised by wolves?
Dead gods and dead masters.
What if I were raised by wolves?
What if I were raised by wolves?
There is only no-one to worship-
Dead gods and dead masters.
What if I were raised by wolves?
What if I were raised by wolves?
What if I were raised by wolves?
What if I were raised by wolves?
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Devourer
05:09
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Everybody wears their hunger in their haunt.
You can see it in the eyes.
How’s the saying go - like recognizes like?
Spellbound and broken
enchanted by our shades.
of glamour
what’re we to make?
of what’s living in these troubled times?
Everybody, every body gather round
bear witness if you can.
The woods whisper, stay with the trouble
Let the fires do the work.
dancing in the smoke,
we’re falling in again.
Everybody bears the pain
What I wouldn’t give,
What I wouldn’t give to make it all end.
Chorus:
Are we the serpent’s snout or tail?
Substrate to visions in
Arjuna’s mind.
the Devourer.
When 7 years is a quarter of your life
how could you know anything otherwise?
“There is wisdom in the daring
There is wisdom in the wound.”
Perennial fight with the mask that possesses you.
There’s a parasite with purpose
that we can’t deny,
Are we feed to
the Devourer?
What I wouldn’t give to keep alive.
What I would not give.
What I would not give to keep alive.
Are we the serpent’s snout or tail?
Substrate to visions
in Arjuna’s mind.
the Devourer.
What I would not release to keep myself alive.
What I wouldn’t give to help you survive.
Where would I be?
Where would I be? Devour devour
Devourer.
What I wouldn’t give to keep alive.
Devour devour
What I wouldn’t give to help you survive.
Devour
What I wouldn’t give to keep myself alive.
Devour devour
What I wouldn’t give to help you survive.
Devour
What I wouldn’t give,
what I wouldn’t give to keep alive.
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Tidal Waves (part 1)
04:02
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Evocating the interface
Playfully performing
for the Lila’s own sake
I dress in traps archetypically
transforming-
into past selves.
I’m Set, I’m Ra, Ishtar.
Ma’at, Isis, Oannes water-walker, Woland
Wotan. Eurydice and
Orpheus.
Eurydice and Orpheus
Eurydice and Orpheus
Eurydice and Orpheus.
Tripping on myself
Alone but never lonely
My voice is all that is
necessary
to bifurcate an identity
crisis
What is this? tattooed upon my iris?
like Nazca lines glittering in my visions
What magic makes this song
inspiring you to sing along?
We’ll expand and we’ll contract
Until bark and flesh blend
This niche context for the unlimited freedom I process
I, I, I don’t have to try to be
anything other then what I am
The Sun, our Moon, Gylany
and all the sands beneath Hyannis
Entrenched upon the shore
as tidal waves circle all around us
Entrenched upon the shore as tidal waves circle all around us
Entrenched upon the shore as tidal waves circle all around us
Entrenched upon the shore as tidal waves circle all around us
As tidal waves encircle us
As tidal waves encircle us
As tidal waves encircle us
As tidal waves encircle us.
And finally understanding the underground
As we are destined.
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7. |
Tidal Waves (part 2)
06:14
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Times not flowing
It’s the Mind that’s moving.
The ever-present Tilting Point
suggests to you it’s all untrue
Cause deep inside of yourself
There is no one else.
Times not flowing
It’s the Mind that’s moving.
The ever-present Tilting Point
suggests to you it’s all untrue
Cause deep inside of yourself
Is everyone else.
Following the breath in & out
in & out, in & out
becoming creation in & out,
in & out
recognizing itself.
in & out
imagine meaning
imagine meaning
imaging meaning.
Imagine meaning within the sadness
fall into your apathy
and then through it
into the Deep.
How’s it that a status
could be more real then the news?
And since when did you all stop
Contemplating death feeling it was
such a horribly claustrophobic caustic thing to do?
And why is it that we now
can’t talk about religion
spend, save or waste time?
And when we so much as look at each other
it’s as if every interaction
was politicized?
We talk about our devising
as if we’re intelligent
pretend a battery’s death is
more significant
then our
Great-great-great-great-
great-great—great-grandchildren’s
certain demise.
But it’s okay
let your feelings out
I can’t contemplate
how thankful I am,
for friends
telling me that speaking out
and becoming your story
is kinda fundamental
to shouting with the world
cuz that’s what it’s there for
to be recharged, recklessly ignited
often burnt to the ground.
As healing can’t come without
breaking down.
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8. |
White Lightning
06:40
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It’s in the way
the glory of Gloom
takes all in eerie light,
as inbound fog
arrives, like a pall.
A dirge for Day
winds arising on united front;
our decay
brings warmth out of season
Don’t ever believe
(don’t ever believe)
you need to wait for things to get worse
before you decide to join
the Walkaways.
Living deicide
that harsh division in the sky
a Bone-ache and a tear in the veil
suggest a storms approach.
We’re lucky in we can see the signs.
Can’t know it, can’t know it.
(can’t know it, can’t know it).
so we learn to love
and live with it.
But all the more still,
we watch out for what’s coming
around the bend-
Rainfalls as hard as hail.
Thunderheads or other
explosions without an explanation
it makes the roof shake so.
White lightning
It’s terrific
How it makes it all look so absurd.
It’s disturbing
all the trauma
waiting in our futures
still to happen yet breaking thru the veil.
White lightning
I’m scared
to admit what it makes of all I’ve done.
Humbles and humiliates
often without cause
still pressures my body from afar the ways
it hits, then caresses,
affects that take down a hundred years
of history
as dismembered limb.
What branches of brain I have grown
or still keep intact.
It takes all I have-
to carry the calm before the storm
To carry the calm before the storm
to carry the calm before the storm.
White lightning
It’s striking
All you know
shifts in a moment.
It’s overpowering
recalls exactly what you don’t want to think.
White lightning.
I consider all these hands wrought
without my meaning to-
the ways in which
I’ve been harmed.
And what little influence
I really have,
most of the time I feel hardly
significant at all.
It’s gotten me up -
It’s got me up in arms now
for a future we enable ourselves to see-e-e.
Its certain, mystery-e-e emboldens us.
Eludes, while liberating us
vanquishes what we once were
all the while building trust through
the e-e-emergent
all the while doing what we can
to keep each other safe
and knowing That to be but a dream.
White lightning
It’s violent
It’s naturally charming
It’s overwhelming
It’s beautiful
Out of this world.
To carry the calm before the storm,
do nothing but breathe in petrichor.
Do nothing but breathe
Let all the tears bleed with the rains.
breathe petrichor
To carry the calm before the storm
To carry the calm before the storm
Do nothing but breathe in petrichor.
It’s beautiful
out of this world
White lightning
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