[adventures in dementia] music and words

intro/outro , a short ambient piece & elemental alchemy, a hip hop piece, can be found HERE



LYRICS to elemental alchemy:

it starts with the heart, the beat it produces made waves in the cave full of amniotic juices. fluid taught me properly, as part of the physical it represents blood, shifting cyclical, which symbolize the tides fall and rise, which is tied moon high up in the in the sky, providing the elliptical emotional motions that move like fluid and flow like oceans. in primordial ooze life began, as fish onto sand, water to land, earth to fire and fire to sky, let all things born one day die. the death of the fetus is the birth of a child. compiled body/mind/soul, the goal to mold it, 24 orbits more, all i have to show is this lowly poet whose flow is slunted and drunken, using wind lungs bring to sing something. breath collects every letter never sent, left forever compressed in sediment with fossil lists intermixed. i split it with a hammer, sift through the sand and shift the grammar from random ramshackle abandoned commandments, hypocritic shit that contaminates this planet, to engaged awakening replacing wasted dreams: run under sun, bathe in the stream. but the best intentions melt on inspection in a wrecked mess by heckled questions, second guessing and unlearned lessons. its a place blame game, i play scapegoat with a pack of cards and a hat that makes smoke to cloak the physical, hidden invisible, with camouflage gods twisted and mythical. i'm a little groggy, slept for ages, a bored, wasted and shapeless restless mess. lets take form and taste death. one section blessed, paradise manifest, endless seraphs nestled in sex. the rest a depth so dark no light can pierce it, tyranny and fear revealed at their fiercest. ferocious, atrocious and i still stay focused in the humming coming from swarms of locust insect infested hive reality with downward spiral viral mentality. callously make poor decisions, feed dreams to televisions. with wisdom and precision i'll catch what you are missing. magician in musician, i curse in cursive, nurse a purpose plus encourage students to build a new school and this is just the blueprint: the luminous movement of unusual fusions, music produced to remove illusions. ignite the light you view right through them, i see confused humans glued to conclusions. the solution is freedom but fools prefer cages, i use refused daemons, refer them as sages. you can drill holes in chaos until nothings holy, kill all your friends, pretend you're not lonely, stay pinching pennies to buy yourself that pony, i cultivate inner space and grow from what they've shown me. the elliptical orbit spans the planets, enhanced advancement every time i ran it. now its standard, expand bandwidth every second, clear direction, no guessing or questions. less look out below, best rise up and sing, elevate the ape its time to grow wings. master the spectacular and after the laughter relax in the pasture where happy calves gather. off the path where the grass is, rip wit to bits to stitch it up in patches, rehashed madness trapped words with snares, lured in verbs which herd unaware. cure them in pure mercury. to learn purpose we curiously burn tobacco and hash make a basic state change, turn earth into air by inhaling flame. brains smelt metals with elemental alchemy, find gold in lead, redefine reality. said example, look at the right angle and junkie transforms to dust-headed hipster angel. winos rambles become words of a prophet, government turns evil empire, gotta work to stop it. while they hellbent on malevolence i revel in intelligence, combine the elements to write rhymes that are relevant. resident of earth and the cycle of dirt, death and birth, last and first, awake, asleep and keep seeking meaning in the city i see while dreaming: imaginary matrices made of concrete, all races and creeds across the same street, big crunch situation every place one nation, small world theatrics minus disney animation. i'm waiting cross legged to ascend the 5 ^th dimension. listen to intuition abandon apprehension. mind occupied where lives that died reside with lost lullabies of annihilated tribes played light on bark pipes, made from piled archetypes: building blocks of thought from before talk was taught. i craft scattered rafters into simple city plots, rocks make up the walls with pine pitch glue, stitch lines of designs for the sun to shine through. henge stone till cows come home even if they roam off. now only bones, slowly grown soft. moss blanket, grass bed, asleep for ages, awaken when satan's hand turns the final pages to pen the end, after the rapture, we begin again, i'll catch you next chapter.

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Posted By evinoa to adventures in dementia at 8/14/2007 04:05:00 PM