Drowning in Space

Flash of bright light. Bang, A wailing sound in the air.
Gentle breeze, eerie silence, water dripping on the wooden planks of the floor.
Open door, carelessly creaking. A rocking chair, moving itself back and forth.
An empty cup on the edge of the table.

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You're probably out there wondering what signs are these,
I'm probably a lonely lumberjack in the forests of Montreal.
You've known these words for so long, but they haven't known you for a while now.

Yes, you. Oh love of the birds, gentle music of the trees.
Nature's child. Fantastic, ecstatic love.
There's beauty in your dimly lit eyes. I can see worlds, not just emptiness.
I can finally see, oh, I can finally be.
I do not know where the wind can take me, but I can finally fly.

You know those times of grief and pain,
where your whole world stops to breathe.
You can listen to your second breath taking over,
You can feel it's drowsy influence over your mind.
You know those times, where nothing seems fine,
And you have only yourself to blame.
Oh well, where will you go, when there's no-one left to save you from yourself?
You can't escape the truth. I realize you're afraid, but I can't protect the whole world.
You can't escape the truth.

I've told you this a thousand times, though a thousand times seem shallow.
For what lies beyond this truth, Is the secret of eternal youth.
You just have to cross the threshold.
What are these secrets I'm talking about, you ask?
I'd give you a hint or two if you were right in front of me.
I could run my palm across your face and you'd know.

You'd know that there's nothing that you or I could ask for,
And there's nothing that they could take away from us.
Only one another, and each others shadows which we can't differ.

Which one's mine? Which one's yours?
These two universes have collided. I don't see a route for redemption.
All I see is wailing, all I hear is pain.
Yet, I find this absolutely amusing.
 What is it, where have we reached? ...

Please, come in. Do it like it's in your heart. Sit yourself, Serve yourself.
I know, there's a bit of disorder, and you haven't yet seen the head.
There, is a grand chaos, but i'm going to fix it.

To start with a fresh drop of blood,
I'd say you completely misunderstood me.
You completely drowned into my charm.
And you mistook me.
You intended to give me your heart, but instead you found mine.
And now the whole world feels like it's running without time.

Your gentle eyes, your kindly smile,
I want to know more.
Your soft touch, and your skin so fine,
I wanted to know more.
You wrathful desires, your intimate fire,
I wanted to feel some more.
The breakdown of time, and moving beyond divine,
I feel like there's still hope.

An untimely sorrow, a despair only borrowed,
The lover's cry.
A soul is lost under time and it's dust,
I can't find myself anymore.

I lost myself, I cannot recline,
I don't know where I'm headed.
I surged through water, through wind and fire,
And Earth is nowhere to arrive.

I found some trust,
In the merciless fire of lust,
And now it the peels down the crust.
The ink is fresh, Like a wound in the flesh,
The story has just begun.

I waited a while, for this wheel to be spun.
The world will now become undone.

L'effetto (An - 'is it a true story?') by Scyther Project

An untimely sorrow befalls us, the time has come as foretold once,

I'm sitting in the gently drifting boat, upon the seas of my doing,

I'm carelessly caressed by a river of haunting tranquility,

there is so much silence.

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There is no chaos anymore,

 the world has disappeared on the distant shore,

there is so much silence.

This kind of calmness, i've never experienced before.

I never thought tranquility could bear such a face.

It's not ugly, but it's ever so haunting.

There's this gloomy purple, all behind it.

Yes, it's so beautiful you can hear the slightest twitch,

yet there is so much more to the witch.

She floats above the river, in eerie white shades,

casting down lullabies and scattered haze.

Her eyes glisten with starvation, 

she hasn't been breathing in a while.

Who ever she touches, she robs them through the veins.

She gently draws out the air, from every single being,

once touched, she can't stop from feeling.

She want's the feeling to pierce her through,

Yet she doesn't care. She doesn't realize.

She doesn't want to know.

Yeah, she's a valkyrie.

She sucks out energy with her spell casting smile.

Her voice, as light as a bird, she smiles.

Her haunting, beautiful dying face.

There is so much silence.

It's absurd, this reality.

There is no story to live.

There is no tale to tell.

There is fate to be expected.

You've gone too far ahead to try and look back.

You've gone too far ahead to relate to what now is.

You've broken yourself, by breaking the realm.

There is just peace.

There is just silence.

There is magic, it is ever evolving.

You may never see it.

You may feel it. But haven't you already?

Haven't you felt it a million times in your stomach?

What the fuck are you.

What have you done to me.

Who am i talking to?

There is so much silence.

It's creepy, y'know.

Hearing so much when there is nothing there to listen.

It's one of the worst feelings in the world.

Just voices.

Voices rambling inside your head.

It's unfortunate.

Maybe it's not.

A blessing in disguise?

Who am i kidding.

Blessings are never disguised.

You just know it.

SO,

In a simple story, of life and beyond,

where metaphysics and vibrations emerge from the dark,

where there are fruits sprouting directly from a bark,

where tales are told in whispers and hushed sound,

where a smile is feared, a touch is out of bounds.

Yeah, it's the best joke mankind has heard.

Freedom.

You're free to do what you want.

Now, what are you going to do?

The clouds vanish, there is a whistling wind blowing.

The sky is mildly purple, a little pink here and there gloating.

Oh, you wandering stranger,

Come shelter in my nest,

I have warmth, i have a tender breast.

Rest upon my shoulder, rejoice as you must.

You're a weary traveler, and i'm full of lust.

I hold you by the hand, and gently feel your lips,

There's so much softness, your supple, radiating skin.

I'm intrigued by what i might do to you.

I want to take you there.

The curtains fall, there's wine floating all around me.

Red, as blood and as mischievous as it's consumers.

It's a shady little story, there's controversy.

There's nature and it's manipulation.

Like the weather these days, y'know.

There is so much silence.

I feel like it's killing me.

Or maybe i'm killing it.

She gasps, her arms fall on the soft linen,

she's smiling.

She's glowing.

It's fading.

Everything is flashing, 

with minute glimpses of her eyes twinkling,

her lips pressing themselves, 

her muscles contracting,

she want's to know more.

I sit there, floating in this boat.

There's nothing around me.

It's all blue, it's all different shades of blue.

I feel like i can't breathe.

The smoke is overflowing, 

it's filling the room with grey tones of death.

My blues are fighting to survive.

They're forming a sort of waterfall.

I can see a shadow.

There's no light.

I can see a shadow.

There's no light here.

I can see.

I can see.

...

..

.

There is so much silence here.

I can see.

There's a look on your face, 

that can't understand what you just understood.

And you know what,  

i don't care.

Aragorn

So begins to unravel, a story of solitary travel,

The point where the object lay stationary, yet unraveled.

the end of an era is the beginning of another,

with words come the power to smother.

Money is the root of all problems caused,

the way we use it the fruit of what lies in our thoughts.

I start with a simple lie, and i see the other children cry.

I ask myself why must i listen to their pain,

It reveals itself now, 

listening is the only comprehensible frame.

For what our eyes see these days.

To understand is not a must, 

or to judge if what happens to them is unjust,

I just sit there and glance,

what seems to you like trance.

So everyday they woke up, 

they went to bed silently.

So every night, their heart shook,

 their heads throbbed violently.

I've tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe, 

And i was not offended, 

for i knew i had to rise above it all.

Or drown, in my own shit.

I know what you must be thinking,

 of course you're just human.

What's the point of a story with no beginning

 and no seeming end,

Don't you see little human,

 you're just perceiving a followed trend?

Why must it make sense,

 what story do i have to tell?

When write i must, 

it's your story or dust?

If it's silver or lead,

 then i'd gladly join the dead,

Because if silver is all you know, 

then you'll never know.

The value of Gold,

 the value of letting it all unfold.

Look around you, 

the sun is bright.

Everyday we work, to gather one or the other, insight.

I mourn to learn, the secrets of the past.

The other day i learnt, 

the spells that i'm now going to cast.

You know it can't exist, 

that's why you call it magic.

And then you someone you know just disappeared, 

and you call it tragic?

What's this industry,

 these people who seem to know.

What's this stage they command us on,

 can they ever understand your flow?

It's sad to learn that there's a long way to go, 

before any one of the soldiers will fall.

For the army is already marching,

 if that's what you call.

The troops are fighting,

 the battle has already begun.

There's someone, somewhere watching,

 you can't even try and run.

I'm going to seize you by the neck,

 and pick you up into the skies,

Said Zeus.

I'm going to tear your tiny legs apart,

 and feed you to the clouds,

They're formed by tears of the people you hurt,

They've been waiting to rain out loud.

I've seen you act, all this way through, 

and now you stand before me.

I can't let you in, unless i see you in three.

If you must ask, 

I need you in three pieces,

 A head, a body and feet if you must.

And then i will cast my shiny little spell,

Oh and be careful, try not to yell.

You will lose everything you ever thought of was pain,

And then i'll touch you, 

and you'll feel like you've been hit by a train.

Why, oh why, would you do this to me?

Am i not beautiful,

 Am i not in three?

I have a soul, a body and mind,

I've the age of small little wild child.

I'm naughty yes, 

the dark spider bit me once,

But i danced and danced,

 till the bread turned to crumbs.

Don't you ever touch me, 

All i feel for you is hatred,

Don't you ever love me, 

You know it's overrated.

And then, He cried.

I know you've been loved,

I know that you've loved before.

But now where i'm going to take you,

Is to temptational shores.

It's made with such grace, 

That the best of men stutter,

It's made of an unforgivable trace,

It makes the best of women start to mutter.

Every other day i'm counting myself as dutiful.

As you sit there, and sip, 

and laugh in disguise,

I'm sitting here and 

counting the million'th time you try.

You can do it all you want, 

but you'll never truly understand,

What am i trying to tell,

 what have i planned?

Oh, and then you'll see, 

What your so called folks say,

It's not your say.

When you know, 

We've been hurt, been down before.

It's too strong a battle to let go,

Right in my basement of dreams, 

those severed heads go.

Oh i forgot, i had to let you know.

They're coming to get you, and you have nowhere to go.

Rest in peace, friend.

See you on the other side.

Snap

I finally discovered what i like.

I finally made it, to the point of realization of what happiness means.

I finally connected to the space where the materialistic and unreal meet.

I finally understood what it feels to stand on the bridge.

It's this feeling that i never understood.

Why do people go to work?

Why do we live in a world which doesn't live.

Why do we feel like we always ask for things that life doesn't give?

It's a true story, everyone has to live out there own glory.

Everyone is the savior in their own story.

To some it's to put food on the table at the end of the day.

For some it's sleeping under the stars, or crashing the in barn hay.

We see mountains, and then we realize how small we are.

We see forests, and then realize how alive the planet is.

We see flowers, and then understand what color really means.

I don't know how or what we should do to live our lives,

When the purpose of life is to give it a purpose.

But you see one's purpose, looks to one as turquoise.

But turquoise to me might be bottle green.

So as to say that every mans blue might have a slight difference in hue,

It's how we perceive and how we're built to be.

I don't blame humanity, if we're called heading towards insanity.

Of course, we're complex creatures, more complex than some.

But to know what we are, is something that can never be done.

As science expands, so does philosophy.

They go hand in hand.

The more one knows, the further the other discovers.

It's like a dark winding road,

And seen by the two headlights of your machine.

You don't know what lies ahead, 

The front of the car is the only thing you can see.

But as your go further, you learn to trust your own wheels.

Because as far as you go, you discover the road ahead.

Of course, something could jump out of the sides,

That would take you a little by surprise.

But hey what's there to life if there isn't risk.

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Why can't you say it simply, because you cannot understand.

Why can you not play the game, as its never planned.

I try and make a difference, but i can't do much beyond what i can comprehend,

I cannot make a decision, without seeing it's loose ends.

When i'm down and broken, everything seems alright,

It's when i'm uplifted, that the worlds drowning out of sight.

Oh when it pains you, i feel like i'm ecstatic.

It's only the moment, you see.

All the colors seem monochromatic.

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The world is sleeping and i am weeping,

It's only inside of me this feeling that's creeping.

It's like a shallow swamp, never ending as i can see.

As far as i can be, it still feels like drowning.

Without a worry, i'm still frowning.

There's nothing that's unsaid, 

yet something remains to be tread.

There's a million eyes searching,

yet i can't find the one bird that's chirping.

To see it is to believe, 

with patience and relief.

There are wonders all around,

eyes that can leave me astound.

But there's one melancholy,

stuck to my mind.

In other world's we'd called it divine.

But now it's just a pain.

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A gentle sorrow, 

forgotten vain.

I ceased to pleasure it's dark treasure,

and yet to purity it seems like another weather.

I cannot find the answer, 

i sometimes believe there is none.

But then they ask me if i know the question,

words that cannot be undone.

I'm in acceptance of finding,

long lasting binding, 

yet there is a shrill in the voice,

to raise an eyebrow,

can you tell the disguise?

Of course i can't,

i'm just a child.

Without my innocence, 

how can i survive?

Yet i know of every lane,

that winds up in the bottom of gain,

And to have it i must suffer the loss,

of the eyes that i'm said to not cross.

But time is a story, 

told in lines,

of gentle sleep,

and drowning lives.

Yet it feels like i'm bound to drown,

In this shallow swamp,

I've found my crown.

It's a perception,

if you must know,

It's an inception,

if you must go.

It's the calling of the spirit,

inside my own spirit,

I see my answers as questions,

if you must know.

You're keen to understand,

but you can't deviate from what's planned.

Well my life is different,

I go by the desire to know.

Curious, and if i must show,

you have to learn to see through the dark,

The only glow.

I'll give you one clue,

to find me is like to fight glue,

yet you don't see that it's easy,

only if you were glue too.

Because glue cannot stick to glue,

as blue cannot dissolve into blue.

It can just be blue, what else would you call it?

It's a connection through aura,

like flowers and fauna.

They come together,

yet they are not the same.

And then you'll see,

Life will never be in vain.

If you must understand my definition of vain,

It's nothing related to the glorified pain.

It's just a simple longing,

Words beyond bonding.

I know it for sure,

everywhere is someones pure.

But here comes the catch,

the time is on your side.

I see it slipping, 

and i rest assured on the other side.

But for you it may be a slight drop,

A gentle crystal dot.

Or a quick surge of light,

to understand emotions in the white.

Or just to be tranquilized, 

lose your body and find insight.

Or better yet, just a dance,

To understand some other world trance.

It's just a simple study here,

it never get's bloody here.

It only get's cold.

And the cold will make you bold.

You'll lose your senses,

your mind will become numb.

If you're in the moment, 

you can consider yourself dumb.

But that's the beauty of it,

you're not.

You're much more like fierce rain,

often called upon in times of drought.

You are your only judge,

inside your eyes a million minds nudge.

Yet you have the controls,

to this electric wonder plane.

Fly it or drive it,

or watch it, and refrain.

You will know where you have to fit,

the key is it.

It is a must, and it is a must to try.

Devi fare ( Italian)

Its something to be done,

what is it?

Answers i have none.

I grow fonder by the day,

of watching people in front of me fray.

Eyes speaking languages they never knew,

It's like asking for snow when you see dew.

But it comes, and it comes while you sleep.

And then when you awaken, 

you find yourself in time.

Slow and motionless,

like nothing has passed.

Yet a lot happened last night,

and only memories of it last.

You have answers,

and i have questions.

Bring what's to offer,

Let's learn another lesson.

It's something that will glisten.

In the dark.

It's something that will contrast,

In the sunny day.

It's something that will drown,

with the most gentle of emotion if spared.

It's something that will smile,

if you watch but don't glare.

Che cosa? What is it?

let's find out then.

Whilst the hunter, becomes the hunted

When you're shot down and on the low,

and you can't tell where it is that you have to go.

When you know you have the will to survive,

but you also know it's going to slow down your life.

When you can caress your hands, 

hold your palms.

When you can calm your soul down,

like the water and it's charm.

When you feel that you cannot find your breath,

but your heart doesn't want to stop, to take another step.

When you know what you have to say,

but you can feel those emotional strings fray.

Break it all, let it be.

There is another day, it's not the same as to flee.

I was once down, and i was once low.

I couldn't create the wind that was supposed to blow.

I couldn't ask for love or to hold or to sacrifice.

I couldn't look above what i considered daily demise.

What i didn't know was the answer is right there.

What i didn't see was the stare is just like the glare.

The subtle difference remained and it's asked me to hold still.

Where you can't look at the glass crack, the screams still remain shrill.

It's not a part of silence or thought,

It's not a part of violence or emotions we've fought.

It's just a matter of time.

And momentum that takes place.

But she's a cruel mistress, momentum.

And your compromise she can erase.

But if the truth were to be told,

and a million copies of it were to be sold.

It would have to be seen as faith did no good.

As it should, it didn't suffice.

And because of it your own face you had to hide.

Why the will to survive, or walk ahead and strive?

Of course there was none, and you could crawl back into the dark.

There was just a small spark but there was no base for the fire.

It's like the memories in our heads.

Only serving as electrical wires.

It's come beyond space and time, 

and all the stupid melancholy and rhymes.

Why i say it's dumb is because i'm even beyond numb.

Smiling at sorcery like it's to be treated with mockery.

But that's the answer, to life and it's disguise.

And now is the time to take it with pride.

I'll tell you now, a short story as such.

If you read in a single go, it won't be too much.

Stop and interpret, and you'll lose this day.

It's going to burn a fire in your hay.

So i'd suggest you put your mind to rest.

If this is the toxic you're going to ingest.

I call it..

-SEEK AND DESTROY-

Where are we going?

Why does it feel like its snowing?

What are the seeds we've been sowing?

We know they're what we reap,

but do we realize where we're flowing?

Do we understand the philosophy?

Where you breathe you emit.

You can't help, but edit.

You should understand it's in your grip,

But i know for a fact we all want to take this trip.

Why oh why, do we make this world shy?

Where we see with our minds,

and our eyes taste disguise?

Where we understand what we don't,

And our bodies jolt!

It's like this electricity bolt,

and the truth is seldom sold,

But there comes a time,

a coming together of sorts,

Away from judgement,

and all those similar thoughts.

There's a transmission of electricity,

of course it's a modern world we live in.

It ain't no more an otherworldly sin.

You feel what you're supposed to,

and you be what you're exposed to.

Just don't lose sight,

It's an otherworldly insight.

These emissions we try to fight,

But how can you fight a black hole?

How can you buy what's not to be sold?

You can only witness, 

the power is beyond comparison, 

its like the words of George Harrison.

Without going out of your window, 

you can know all things around you,

The farther one travels,

The less one knows.

thinking is the best way to travel,

and the best way for destiny to unravel,

there are no insane hassles,

only a few tassels.

Don't get caught up in the moment,

but don't lose sight of it. 

What you understand from your fit, 

what you benefit from these wits, 

its just self exploration, 

its like a train arriving on a station, 

its just a simple definition, 

its just another exhibition, 

but whats expressed is an emotion, 

of where truly lies your devotion. 

In the commotion, there is force and motion. 

There is presence of gravity, 

it can call for insanity but why would you care?

Of those otherworldly stares,

when you know its just a reaction to the original contraction. 

What comes from you within,

is where it all initially begins, 

and when you know where it comes from, 

there is a single strum of emotions, 

it increases gravity, 

its a hap hazard way of life, 

its a sensational way of might, 

its where you once knew, 

its where you once saw the dew. 

Why does everything lead you back to the same place. 

Why does everything give you the same trace, 

why does it always be that you come back to where you begin, 

why does it come back to where you find yourself. 

Why do you always come back to the same name. 

Its not anymore a game. 

I begged you to stop but you wouldn't give me a drop,

and when i asked you to refrain, 

you instead gave me the same pain,

and when i asked why it was because you said you were shy.

But you were not and you put the coin in the slot,

and when you learnt that you created the game you got stuck. 

You could never come out and you never can, you never will. 

Always you will just pick up the quill, 

but you wont give up, 

you wont learn that you're me.

You wont realize what these words can be. 

I'm your poetry.

I'm your cohesive mind

Without me yourself you cant find.

And when i tell you to come back you wont.

Because i asked you to believe but you don't.

And when you do you cry and act like you're high,

But you'll never be again,

and you'll never see again,

and this will cause your mind to strain 

and then you'll know,

what your heart needs to show but you cant, 

and you can just share with your old new folks, 

with your dead and alive. 

And what will you do when you cant thrive.

You'll have everything in the world,

but you & I won't have me. 

And you'll never be the same again. 

You can act like you're fine and

even you'll feel divine, 

but you'll know that you cannot get out of this alive.

And when you know that you've gone beyond your time.

And when you feel you can no more rhyme,

you'll create a way but you'll always keep running. 

Its like this tune that you're always humming,

but its in your mind.

Its always there.

Reminded by you, reminded by me. 

But what can you do when you cant surrender. 

What can you do when your heart feels tender. 

Strum a chord, ask for the lord? 

Ask for the emotion to fade, but you cant evade. 

What can you find that you can someday trade.

I'll tell you what, go and find my soul. 

When you find it you can turn it into gold. 

But when you know you cant be sold,

and you're sad and old,

you'll kill yourself for the decisions that you made. 

And you'll know sorrow,

like a beautiful friend.

Its like the same thing that you call an otherworldly trend. 

But now.

Let me say something. 

You may be true, it may all be blue.

It may forever change you. 

But i'm gonna rid you and your short seldom thoughts. 

I'm gonna cause slaughter I'm gonna cause demise.

I'm gonna cause you to cry. 

If you feel like I'm not one to give up,

if you feel like I'm not one to give way to your silly games,

I've made the decision i'm gonna let you be like a shallow ghost,

I'm going to let you talk whatever or wherever you want to. 

I'm going to let you create all these surreal patterns,

but don't believe for a second that i'm going to let you stay happy in me.

If you want to create sadness,

I'm going to inculcate madness.

Lets die together but remember in this life and beyond.

I'm always going to be this strong. 

I'm going to be away for way too long. 

I'm going to fight you with you. 

I'm going to face one mirror with another. 

And i'm going to bring them close together,

until it cracks and breaks and lets the past,

present and the future come together and trust me,

when they do.

Its going to destroy everything that you believe in.

Its going to be my first sin. 

Come on darling, lets begin. 

There's a war of hearts coming. 

I kinda feel, i sort of might, slightly feel better, maybe.

Baby :) 

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What if?

I can tell you all I've seen in a single blur of emotions,

rushing out with adrenaline filled with devotion.

Devotion for the cause my vision realizes,

And of all the daily demise and compromises.

Beyond those lie the shimmer of the shiny white wine,

With clouds forming in the sky, 

with that silver line.

It's hard, much harder than i thought it would be,

but the truth is that you don't just give up.

You don't just let the wind guide, 

you're supposed to become a part of it, sail.

 But when it's not in the direction you want to go,

That's when the whistle you're supposed to blow!

And that's when you can turn your ship.

Gather your strength.

Row, row, row your boat.

Do not let the weight float.

It's the burden that you've carried,

You've had it all along.

Shove it off your ground,

loosen up the surface.

Carry yourself only,

you're the only one you can chase.

It's not a race,

But its not even just one face.

It's a thousand stories,

and this one's yours.

Look behind the scars,

Look beyond the flaws.

There's beauty everywhere,

And anywhere it can be seen.

It's the kind of experience that you've already been.

Do you feel like you're alive?

Do you feel like you're breathing?

Barely?

Do you feel like there's someone inside you teasing?

Do you feel like there's another chance, 

To romance or to entrance?

Do you feel like there's a show coming?

Do you feel the notes of the chords you're strumming?

It's simple nature, 

we're just another creature,

we look up to one another,

involve our hearts with one or the other.

Along with it comes belonging,

a hope to live on,

But there is none that tells us,

if there will be sunlight in the dawn.

With what we carry in us,

comes responsibility and trust,

with what we marry to,

joining a life or two.

It's not easy, nothing is.

Alone or together,

Both have their own bliss.

My question is just one.

What happens when there are none.

Now i can't feel you,

and i can't feel myself.

Then what's next?

Liberation?

From what?

What happens when the cycle shifts?

The weather, the time, the gravity itself?

Anything can be said about it.

Worldly or just to yourself.

What happens when there is shelter,

Yet you learn to live in helter skelter?

Constant deviation from norm,

It's like becoming the storm.

Chaos that is beautiful.

To create it, for it to be dissolved.

Made by us, destroyed by us.

In the name of purpose.

It's a shallow truth,

Yet we've devoted it all our youth.

After all the earth has to spin,

For time and relativity to begin.

Then comes gravity,

And you understand it's weight.

There's nothing to it, yet you're held to this ball.

How would you find floating in space?

Nothing to hold on to?

Nothing to stand upon.

Hours and years of endless information.

Infinite sources.

That's a tricky one.

Because when you say infinite,

It means there is no end.

There is no beginning.

No axis on which something may be spinning.

Then there's paradise.

Call it heaven, call it hell.

Everything happens in the instant.

Manifestation.

There's nothing to delay or enhance it.

You can try it.

Think about a grape.

Turn it into wine.

Now drink it up.

Think of you as you're divine.

Now close your eyes.

Begin to breathe.

Imagine you're a chord.

A strand between two surfaces.

Now cut it.

Let those two be free.

What do you get.

I have an insight.

Did you realize there is no connection anymore.

But the chord didn't vanish.

Now we have two loose ends.

Floating in space.

Infinite.

Starting from nowhere,

Ending into nowhere.

What is it in my words that you stare?

Don't make faces, don't roll your eyes.

This is just a disguise.

I don't mean much,

I just forgot to eat lunch.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Let the assassin jump into the hay.

He needs a place to hide from the guards,

He needs a place to become a shadow visible in the dark,

Yap, yap, yap.

Nothing funny about it.

I know. 

Look outside, it's going to snow.

Oh wait where were you?

Did you forget all you just thought about?

Or maybe you didn't.

Who knows and who would care.

It's just another stare.

Stand naked, bare.

You've got much to lose.

Not.

What is real? how do you define real?

If you're talking about what you can see,

What you can smell,

What you can taste or touch.

Is that real?

The artist who can change the very fabric of reality.

The person who can see the reality change.

One can even sense the reality present.

If there is any.

Together, they are reality.

How do you define it?

See you.

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Arrivo - The surfacing

If i may offer an introductory melody of mine :

 https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/in-session

You know the feeling you get in your feet sometimes? 

Where you can't sit or stand in one place, 

everything seems like it's flashing around you?

You just want to get up and start running so fast, 

that the surrounding blurs in front of you.

I feel it a lot.

Not the escapist kind of running, no.

The kind where you want to push your body to it's optimum level.

The kind where you want your feet to go so fast, 

that you can't believe you have them.

The kind where everything just oozes out of your brain,

in a flux of a second, no strain.

To finally find a moment of silence,

After countless hours of pain.

The pain that's sweet of course.

For otherwise, you'll be at loss.

But no, tonight i'm not going to tell you about loss or gain.

Or hate and love. Or to try and be the one above.

I just want to tell you how it feels.

To be free from thought.

It's simple, really. To be lost in a feeling.

But when you have none.

That's when the real games have begun.

What happens to a person when there is no thought?

What happens to the clouds when the sky causes drought?

I'll tell you what.

They're in constant formation. 

Like a train starting to get ready to stop at the next station.

I sit at the window, and look outside.

The motion causes blur, but really not so much.

Once you're part of the motion,

the laws of physics just take over.

Like a guided force,

Everything is moving so fast,

that it looks like nothing is moving.

Stand still.

Climb the bus, take your everyday pill.

Looking into motion, the only thrill.

Observation is the key, to see.

To have vision, you don't need eyes.

To have clarity, to look beyond the disguise.

Everything starts, with the feeling.

Interpretation isn't a must,

but don't let the observation fall into dust.

It has a meaning. Of course it does.

When your mind processes information,

Try and not be unjust.

To every object there is a crust.

What matters truly, is what's beneath.

Oh we're told. 

Of course we know.

But the crust itself, 

isn't it also the very being of the object.

It's essence lies on the outside too.

Simply, not to interpret on contact.

But gently caress, and feel it's layer.

To know what's inside is the job of the mighty tide.

But to cause the tide, the motion is a must.

Like to passion, some would interpret lust!

But really, enough of that.

Time to put on your thinking hats!

It's like a game, only we're on different levels.

The same hell, only different devils.

What isn't wonderful?

You can smile, you can be, you can see.

You can touch, feel, smell, taste.

You can walk, jog, run or race!

You can jump, squeal, squat, or sit.

You can make a house full of glass,

But you got to lay the first brick!

You work represents who you are,

Whether it's a galaxy or just one star.

What's it made of?

What does it all come down to?

What's the secret ingredient of this stew?

You know what's going to happen now.

I'm sure you know it's you.

It's always been you, and you know it too.

It's like asking for being sick without flu.

It's contagious, like a smile.

Oh yes, it does take a while.

But doesn't it reach to where it begins?

From onc face to another,

brother to brother, 

friend to the other,

father or mother.

The simple conveyance of feeling without feeling.

The idea of calling it a roof, rather than a ceiling.

The same it is, it's not like it's a quiz.

But we love to ask questions, 

Of which we know the answers.

Only that one question leads to another.

And the answer is lost.

But hey, why sit wondering about it?

You found a new question.

Ancora(again), the process has begun!

We all want answers.

But to what?

How can you find the answer without having a question.

Once you know the rules, you can play.

The first one learnt, there aren't any rules.

It's like senior high school.

We're all made to be fools.

Unless we find ourselves.

Clean out our cluttered shelves.

Where does that begin?

Feeling.

Reactions.

They're tricky.

Sometimes you love them, 

sometimes you don't understand,

sometimes they come out unplanned.

sometimes they hurt the ones you love the most,

sometimes they make you feel like you're not one to boast.

sometimes they look you in the eye and you smile,

Sometimes they make you feel like happiness has been gone a while.

Ma perche? (But why?)

What about seconds ago, before the incident happens,

everything is your everyday spell.

What makes this any different from the story that you tell?

It's new because it just happened,

but don't get lost in thought, 

because what happens next may finally end the drought.

And then it rains, generous of it's kind.

We forget the days where the roads looked dry.

But then we ask, why so many clouds?

Why isn't the sun speaking today, as loud?

You see, there's always going to be a feeling.

One day the other, any other day another.

But that shouldn't let you bother,

the weather isn't getting any hotter.

It's cool and calm,

and in the wind blows a gentle charm.

A sense of newness is found, with daylight it's a new town.

By night you feel the same,

another day you let your blood drain.

You sit in your chair, with the screen in your eyes glare.

And you ask yourself?

What happened?

And then you smile.

You've walked a million miles.

You've walked them in straight lines.

You've seen so much change,

that change is all you know.

And then you ask, how do we become the flow?

We see so much change, that change is now the constant.

And we always knew, but never saw it come alive.

And then we ask how inside us, these feelings thrive?

They come with change, and now change is forever.

In acceptance or regret, your choice has to be clever.

Because things will always stand still,

When your walk will begin.

When you stop, 

look around you, the crop.

It's what we sowed million thoughts ago.

Now we just harvest the whole row.

Things are a lot faster.

Time seems to flash by.

Almost feels like you're high.

And then i ask myself, why?

And then i tell myself.

That's why.

I make the question, 

answer it in time.

Look at the answer until it forms a rhyme.

Then i sip, on a glass of wine.

Oh, life is just about fine.

Let the sun shine.

Let the water fall.

Let the music call.

Just sit back and listen.

'cos i can't face the evening straight, you can offer me escape.

houses moving houses speak, if you take me there you'll get relief.'

The thing beautiful about here is, people respect goodness.

Kindness flows in one another when everyone is at ease,

about the beauty and diversity in each of us. 

There is a sort of synchronicity that sucks all the negativity,

and brings in a peaceful conversation.

Flickering of the eyes, sometimes a smile.

A gentle exchange of no words.

I love it and everything about it.

I want to be a part of it's essence and add mine to it.

To the radiant charm, that makes me shake.

To my core, yet willing to be shook further more.

The essence of architecture so true,

that a person living in a space, becomes the space itself.

How's that for a start?

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Love & Light

12 Novembre 2014

Florence, Italy