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.

Ps. I'd like to introduce an upcoming project I started - Have some tunes in the back for you!

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.

Hai detto la verita.. vero?

Vero?

So it's known for a fact that the universe is known
to work is the strangest of ways,

Yet such vast a phenomena cannot be explained
in the mere cosmic play of words

You see that there are many things that
could go one way or another at one point of time.

And every opportunity thought of can be thought
 to end in the eventual perceived result,

but the problem/fun part of the equation is,

every action thought about to lead to that eventual outcome
 is a series of decisions,

and their aftermath through which we have arrived.

Hence suggesting the fact that even those decisions which you took,

which made you arrive at the final decision,

has a series of reactions,
and though we can think of what can or cannot happen,

Can we ever tell?

Think about it,

would you be able to know for sure what happens next,

so as to describe the future,
perceived by you and your perception of how things will react to it?

So about these parallel decisions thought of at one point of time.

They did actually take place.

But they took place, in your thought process.

Simplified, your stream of consciousness.

Simplified further, the consciousness of the world.

(do you think it has one?)

You know when it happens that these occurrences took place,

Maybe they happened in an alternate universe?

Could it be possible that those actions in these alternate universes,

circled around to change something in our very own universe?

Our very own being.

Whoops.

The fact being how can they arrive here,

even if it does exist.

So you mean to say that the universal consciousness,

Is not applicable for these other universes,

Given that there exist any?

Of course, 

I might just be talking about a multiverse.

Wait, what?

I mean a definition to a body of many universes together?

That means that you have to call it multiverse consciousness!

But,

If i called it a multi-verse conscience, 

wouldn't universal conscience already mean that?

The fact being, that i called it universal upto what i know,

Or lets say science knows, there exists.

But when it finds it, 

It'll just be called a multi-verse conscience of parallel realities.

Or not?

Think about that,

The past, the present, the future.

What if they are happening together and interact with each other?

Who is to know that someday we arrive to that multi-universe,

And see ourselves 20 years ago, or in front.

What if anything i change in the present,

may change my future for good.

Yeah, you're correct.

I got that from Back to the Future.
Look at this, it was today, when they went into the future!
That ought to count for something, yes?

But hey, think about it man.

They called it 'back' to the future for a reason.

Stop frowning, i'm not going to say the government is out to get us.

Or our food is not food.

Or money is not real.

No.

I'm just asking you to wonder about how intriguing it would be,

If what you're reading right now(present)

is probably changing something in your 40's,

And every thought you take is causing this,

In multiple versions of reality.

Maybe you, yes you.

are probably not even realizing when you dream,

and when you're do you're actually in another reality.

The only fact being that it's just the same familiar surroundings?

Okay, 'it' gets it.

There can be a million realities to be seen.

Or known, or thought about.

What matters is what we are doing here, at this moment.

Which is weaving a path of complexity, or subtlety,

Happiness or sorrow.

childishness or maturity.

Conformity or insecurity.

Or maybe what clothes i'm going to wear in college tomorrow,

Does that color suit those boots?

Oh wait, i have to meet the colleague of mine,

who never asked me for my name,

but told me her whole life story?

Oh man, i got clean up my room.

So will it really help if you prayed?

I believe so, si.

Prayer would eventually be thoughts in your mind yes.

Thoughts sent out to this stream of consciousness.

Thoughts sent out to the atmosphere,

Swirling out through all the wood, the concrete, the metal, glass,

Swooshing through pollution and electronic frequencies,

Entangling through the clouds and water, and oxygen and carbon,

moving into vibrations as they hit space,

eventually moving something somewhere, in this solar system.

In the other solar systems.

In the galaxies, through wormholes,

through the third, fourth and fifth dimensions,

(yo, interstellar is a GOOD watch, man)

And then into the universe, finally dissolving.

..

.

Did you read the whole thing?

The multiverse man!

Who's counting the other universes,

Or the galaxy of the universes,

or..

Well, I tell you,

Interstellar, good movie.

Oh inception wasn't bad either.

(Seriously, not bad??)

So what i mean to tell you, 

is that actions, reactions, contraction, and relaxation.

Respiring and exhaling.

Working, or sailing.

Smoking or drinking,

Smiling, or just blinking.

The Illusion of progress, might be progress itself.

..

Why'd you say that man,

Oh well, ask yourself?

Belief is a beautiful armor,

that makes for the heaviest sword.

It's like punching underwater,

You never really hit who you're trying for.

oh, John Mayer, you're a good guy.

Here;s a little sonic love from me,
For this new planet, Kepler.

https://soundcloud.com/scyther-project/kepler-16b

Oh, and they found flowing water on MARS.
It's about time, ain't it?
They're planning to send in human settlements to MARS,
create humanity from scratch,
not make the same mistakes again.

History is being made.
How would you like a one way trip?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2FXp8cr4fe8

See you around !

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.

.................................................................................................................

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.

Chapter #4 : Cuba Libre

To offer you some of my music for everyday life.

https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/harmonic-convergence

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.

Graphic art by scyther project, florence, IT

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.

One Step Closer

https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/scyther-arrivo

I'd like to tell you i know more now,

I'd like to tell you i see further than before now.

But you ask me how?

You ask me when will you see?

It's all in my head?

That's the only thing you think i dread.

That's the only way you see me shine.

That's the only way you feel i'm divine.

But i tell you, not now.

It's not the question of how.

How, or why or when,

When did this melody begin?

So i take you back,

A couple of years untold.

A piece of worthless dime.

It's scratched like it was never gold.

What's in a name, what's in the bag?

What's the hall of fame, when is the momentary lapse?

I asked you what you see, when you see me.

You told me you find you, and then you can be me.

But that's not right, why can't i gather insight?

Or how can you, when you're not you.

But you're trying to be you,

Like different shades of blue.

When you see the darkness, 

you shine your light.

When you feel the darkness,

you find your soul and might.

It empowers your soul, 

your blood bursts red,

your power flows in waves,

in a flux of threads.

They entangle the atmosphere,

they hang over walls,

they drown any reason, 

any shimmer or calls.

Shiny eyes, them shiny white eyes.

How does it feel like,

When you learn it's a disguise.

How do you know even, 

what's about to rise?

It's simple.

I feel it,

Before you see it.

I can be it.

I can guess your chit.

What can you call me?

A liar, a deception.

Well, every great idea was born through conception.

And when it takes shape, 

as it gently takes form.

Like a razor sharp knife,

or the thunder before the storm.

Dissolving all pain, 

and circling the dust,

carrying it all around. 

Breaking your only crust.

It rips through your face,

cuts through your skin.

Then the true you evolves,

coming out of your sin.

What you find is the face,

where people find no trace.

What's the identity, 

or the task,

And what's left to last?

People, people, people.

Walking everywhere, eyes about.

Gently looking, or staring without a doubt.

Where have these new roots sprout?

What can you call, when you can't shout?

I tell you now, try and find no reason.

Just go with season,

it goes by fast.

It's cold now,

But it's colder when it's dark.

When you see the morning sun shine,

Bow down and take a blessing from the divine.

Closer we are now, to where we are going.

What is this piercing new breeze that's gently flowing?

What is this simple wind of sorrow,

why does it not feel like it's hollow.

You begin to see, what it's like to be free.

There is free will, there is freedom.

That's what it's called.

It's the same thing.

What you do with it, is up to you.

Can you try and change the color, the hue?

Or tweak up the contrast, make the dark ones blast.

Splatter over the page, 

patterns twirling like a maze,

like a spider gently walks into its web,

knowing there's a dear friend, waiting in the end.

Crawling up, it's claws inside, looking at lunch.

Whats there to hide?

The eyes shine, its screaming out.

But the mouth is shut, it can't even pout.

In gentle delight, the lunch is made.

There is never a rule, that the queen forbade.

It's choice, and matters that rule us all.

It's our power to try and take the fall.

Or run.

why don't you.

Run like hell.

Climb up the hill, till your knees swell.

But once at the peak, do look down.

Take a ski board, and plunge without a frown.

If you don't go forward, that silence will dissolve you,

But you can float inward, then nothing can grab you.

There are memories, they come rushing to stab you.

Take it, over and over again take it.

Till the knife is sharp no more,

Till nothing is left to cut no more.

Till the surface is ripped apart, and torn to bits.

What will you find then, what will take those hits?

I try to tell you, don't compare.

I try to tell you, try yourself, dare.

What's with that stare?

Work it out, can't you smile first?

What's water if it doesn't quench thirst?

I want to cease, i want to stop.

I want to turn blind, to all those shops.

I want to make my bread,

And sew with my own thread.

After all,

It's the best a man can get.

Va bene?

Namaste!

Soul Psykik

The Bridge

So i've got to say, this is purely romantic.

Or at least, of what i make of romance.

https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/confession

So you know this feeling,

when you're standing on a bridge alone?

You have nothing on your mind,

you're just watching the water flow under you.

As you stare at the water,

gently floating under, its gives you a sensation.

That the water is stagnant,

And the bridge is floating, gently.

Do you realize what happened?

You became the flow.

Even for a second if so.

It's just how it happens.

You're just standing there,

staring into point blank.

It's the only time you let down your flank.

There's no guard, there's no feeling.

Your mind feels like its about the hit the ceiling.

Understand that just like this flow,

You are the person, the one to go.

You just have to stop, stand, stare.

The whole world will revolve around you,

Bare.

Love, it's like a melody.

When you're in love you know.

It doesn't have to be eternal love, 

for it to show.

It's just a feeling, like any other.

So what about the rest of them,

Aren't they intense too?

Of course they are, 

Only your perception is too far.

Look, it's just a simple road.

There are many great melodies.

With time the memories unfold.

Things that happen, do for a reason.

Time heals all,

It happens every season.

What's happened is a must,

Don't call it unjust.

Not just yet,

before you make moves you regret.

Because that's the feeling of pain,

That's why your mind strains.

Why make a decision based on now,

When we know it's all we have.

Why don't we let now, make the decision for us?

It's simple, yet so strange.

It seems like the process is a game.

But it's  not, its just the thought.

What your heart feels is the only truth.

But you know, it's your only youth.

Never comes again.

Would you stand on the bridge.

Close your eyes for a second?

The river will speak to you.

You'll learn another lesson.

I've told you more everyday,

And everyday i've known less.

As time passes by,

I pass by.

I've opened the room,

When the outside was flushed with water.

It swept in 

swept me off my feet.

Gobbled up the room.

And again, everything was lost.

Everything inside was floating.

But do you realize, what happened?

I became a part of something bigger.

Bigger than me, bigger than the room.

Bigger than the vessel.

I was a part of the river/sea/ocean.

I was a part of something which had everything,

Now i don't need to swim my way.

The potential energy carries me through.

They say if you're drowning,

and you try to fight it, you'll drown.

Listen to the voice inside you,

Float, the water will just surface you.

Don't lose your breath just yet.

In the end, you're on top.

Effortlessly.

Don't tire yourself by fighting nature.

It has it's ways.

But it's never unfair.

It does what it has to.

Because it's bigger than mankind.

Bigger than the worldly realm,

It ceases to exist on this material plane.

Of course if you really want to make this,

about water and drowning and technicality,

you'll never understand what the fuck i'm saying.

But trust me, don't use your mind.

Just read, just feel my words.

Don't you think there's something more.

More to what i'm saying?

Well its all about opinion.

I'm just a messenger.

But okay, we'll go with the heart.

Ever feel like it's hurting.

It's trying to tell you something.

Why don't you listen, 

Instead of reacting to it.

Why don't you drown in it's sorrow when it pains?

Why do you want to do something about it.

Are you going to die?

Probably not.

But you will, inside.

If you don't listen to it.

One day, it just stops talking to you.

Believe me, when that happens,

You're already dead.

Why make everything so complicated.

Why don't you just sit and watch.

I know, it's not easy to sit on a chair.

And watch, the whole world burn around you.

But really, do you think running into,

the fire is a better option?

You really must be willing to sacrifice.

Of course, you can see no one following.

It's a road which is not meant to be followed.

Whoever stands on the bridge is the river.

The river will show you the way.

But are you willing to just sit there and see?

Maybe, maybe not.

But you can give it a try can't you?

What is it that you really want?

You can't have an answer, without having a question.

Throw your questions in.

Indeed you will find the answer.

Just articulate the question.

You know, when you know something.

From deep inside, you just know it.

There is nothing which can show you,

or tell you or lead you.

It's only what you see fit to you, 

that will lead you.

But listen to it closely.

There's a difference, 

between what you feel,

and what you think you feel.

When you're lost and you can't find the bridge.

Stop, go back in time.

Where did you start out from?

Where was your home,

from where you walked out of,

to seek what you do.

There's no other way.

Maybe try it another day.

Faith is a word used too often,
Felt too little.

Emily tries, but misunderstands.

She's often inclined to borrow,

somebodies dreams till tomorrow.

Technical Hiccups

Can i interest you with some background music ?
https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/technical-hiccup

Reap with a smile, get to walk another mile

I get to see the destruction while you try and cross it.
I get to see the construction whilst they don't even gloss it.
I get to be the obstruction and don't even doubt it.
I get to play the game without the fame.
I get to see your shame, without the pain.
To me you're all the same, one day train. The next day fail.
The day after call. The next week fall.
The week after you stand tall.

Like nothing happened.
Like something should speak.
Like i should make your senses tweak.
What is it i teach?
I teach how to preach.
If you don't practice your education.
You can't know the next station.
So what good is a train.
When you know there is a plane?

What good is silence.
When all around you is violence?
I'll tell you.
Be silent.
They'll tell you be violent.

I'll tell you be a violin.
You know how it sounds?
It's painful yet wears a crown.
It's a wonderful epiphany.
To be the one you can never be.

To yourself you must question.
What is this inception.
Can you walk your own dreams?
Can you stalk your own being?

Can you satisfy yourself?
Can you prove your right, your wrong.
Can you answer your own demon.
Can you turn your instinctual beam on?

Intuition by day, Instinct by night.
Without a doubt, you can take flight.
Whoever you cross, you can witness their might.
As gentle as a feather,
or as firm as tuscan leather.

We must stay together.
You tell yourself that.
Because inside you is whatever can hide you.
Your child of dreams,
Your world of steam.
Turning into water,
As you watch the world slaughter.
What good is a name.

What happens to the blame?
Why do they point at you.
All you have been is true?
If it's so, you can jump and dance.
You can fall in everlasting romance.
You can see you have them all.
You can see they answer to every call.

Trust is a small word.
Like a sparrow is a small bird.
But the difference it makes?
Is real.
Because the sparrow's joy no one can steal.
It's beauty is whoever see's it.
It's kindness is whoever touches it.
It's throat you may slit.
But then where will you fit?

Is lust a must?
Can you then call it unjust?
It's only a matter of time.
When you look past the rhyme.
You realize it's you,
and then my words you will see through.
And then when you know where you stand,
You'll know what these words have planned.

It's a state of trance.
You can dance away your sins.
But remember, that's where it all begins.
A new road may unfold.
But the path may be warm or cold.
And so you're told,
To not let it get the better of you.

The bitter is drowned,
The horns are found.
They blow a gentle melody.
They remind me of great bark, a yellow tree.
You can see, it's serene.
It's a tree after all.
It's roots fall into the core.
It's like the edge of the shore.
From here there are two ways.

Onto the land,
or into the sea astray.
Wherever you are,
Direct your being.
It's true, it is.
Whatever you're feeling.

Don't waste time,
it's the only currency.
It's what makes the currents see.
Where to go, and where to hide.
What force to put behind the tide.
And finally when the new tracks arrive.
You know you made it,
and then you will thrive.

But that's the question.
Why wait to only survive?

When you know there is no man at the gate?
When you know there is no prison but your own mind.
Can't you free yourself?
Where can you hide?

It's the only thing stopping you from taking pride?
What have you found?
What do you feel now.
Are you spell bound.

If you don't believe,
take a rebound.
Bounce back on the floor,
drown the sorrow you bore.
There's only one way up, and no way down.

Do you understand now?
Get up, wear your crown.
Princess, turn into a queen.
The path is gentle,
like you it's clean.

To Laugh is a must.
To Love is not lust.
Passion is a flame.
Fire, is not a game.
Burning is important,
If you don't believe me record it.

Memorize your feeling,
when adrenaline hits your ceiling.
And run as fast as you can,
because soon there will be a change of plan.
Who makes the change?

Two hands to a clock,
One hand just to mock?
NO,
It's three.
it's the only way it can be.
Driver. Force. Core.
Mind, Body. Soul.
Tick. Tock. Tick.

Don't act like a prick.
Respect the whole lot.
It's better than getting lost.
Re-examine everything you've been told.
Discard anything that insults your soul.

Good, and old.
Gold.
Vintage.
Take the stage.
Stomp your feet.
Or jump on your toes.
As high as your flight goes.
It has to land.
just make sure there's floor.
To have a lot of luggage, you need to store.
Whatever you've caught, is not to just get lost.
These are memories you bore.
And their pain you've tore.
But shed it nonetheless, every time you sink.
It's only a matter of two blinks.

Duty calls,
Fractal patterns and hyper-strength.
Quantum-Quantum-Quantum-Quantum!
Go figure.

With lots of love and light,
Soul Psykik

And the truth is? It.

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the 60s life

O' infinite cosmos,

Grant me the serenity, to accept the things i cannot change.
And the Courage to change the things that i can.
And the Wisdom, to understand the difference.

And so the time comes, the final goodbye.
We feel like we've made it, oh we've been so high.
There is no more.
We've done all we've wanted to try.
Now is the time to step beyond the height.

To these old memories, we try and not fry.
We've misunderstood those melodies for far too long,
for our mind, body and soul to not be a part of this song.

We have all the solutions near us,
Of course, we were the ones who placed the question.
So look around, realize the omens.
Follow your feet.

How many times have we been told,
What we learn is not what we've sold.
Our learning only gives us a path,
The way forward is what we have to hatch.
A memory of our own,
Can turn a million threads into gold.

What is life? What is this journey?

don't do that to her.

Life is nothing but experience,
A gift of consciousness.
What we make of it is up to us.

Places that call out to your names,
Resonate with your favorite games.
Places that show you what you're made of,
Places that know you for what you're made of.

It's life and life only, but don't take it too easily.
Where there's light, there's always dark.
An eerie melody.
What conspires inside those caves,
Why do they call this celebration an evil rave?
Of course it's evident.
They'd like to stomp over the brave.

When there's a blue inside a package of green.
How can it go unseen?
How can the baggage remain clean?
So change we must, the one that tries to see unique.
It must disappear, it's exit must be sleek.
But then come the skies of reality and tides.
Then comes the storm which breaks all norms.

and then we rise

Then comes the power of the truth.
Then the world witnesses the power of the youth.
You don't have to be a part of the usual stations.

You don't have to be a story when you can be the whole book.
You just have to search for that window,
In every corner and nook.
Of course, there are witty players and silly crooks.
But find your way, through the gray.

Treat it like you must, you may want to turn dawn into dusk.
You may want to turn delicate into musk.
You may feel like the weather is unjust.
But when it rains, those droplets of relief.
That's when it rises.

Yes.
Belief.

a coming together of sorts

A story once told, a million times told differently.
What you make of it is you, i'm just the words.
But words of intelligence, no room for negligence.
What you make of it is secondary, what you understand from it is the truth.
So wind yourselves up for it's a wild world.
And grind your hearts, rip your souls apart.
It's not that small, like a game of darts.
It's big, and grand and the gates ever expand.

It's the consciousness, and all you can be is it.
The revolution has arrived.
Now you can wonder where you actually sit.

In offices and corporations, it's echoes thrive.
Now mix business with pleasure, as travel finds leisure.
As meditation finds movement,
As stillness turns dynamic.
As Indian starts to sound Arabic.
As we slowly get rid of those bad habits.

As we gently smile into the eyes of the rabbit.
There is no hole no more, there is no shore.
There's an ocean all around us.

serenity awaits

I call it the ocean of existence.
There's freedom and power.
There's a whole innocence filled shower.
When you get your wits straight,
And you can entangle with fate.
For what happens, happens for the whole world.

If injustice prevails, let it's tales unfold.
What you watch is watched all around.
How the design transforms into sound.
How the groove hits into your veins,
How the recipe is formed from the strain.

The secret to life.
Adventure is a must.
Risk is a frame, a window if it remains.
It opens for a while, if you catch it, smile!
If you don't, just wait.

Soon the window will turn into a gate.
Then walk past slow, and as you do. Glow.
Because you saw it coming,
And now the birds are humming.

Sing your song,
Prove the other side wrong.
Walk, your stride strong.
This last walk, is going to be long.

Real eyes, tear lies.

Eyes that tell, what lies in hell.
And eyes that ring an angelic innocent bell.
Eyes that catch, the heart skips a beat.
Eyes that smile, the lessons they silently teach.
There's a world in those eyes, and it's getting brighter.

There's a universe in every eye.
And we can see it getting higher.

Adrenaline, it's what makes us alive.
It's what tells us, that in this world we have to thrive.
Dance to your own beautiful vibe.
And let those instances coincide.
And then we shall find, It's never coincidence.

Maktub. Evidence.
Seeing it, not believing it.
Feeling it, yet not believing it.
Ignorance.

When you can see it from your own eyes,
When you can feel it through your cores inside.
Know it.
It's the truth.
And the truth is all it has.
Be it.

says it all

The dancers become the sound.
The lights become the stage.
Holographic in nature, it can create any caricature.

Dimensions become infinite, even if it's just a room.
The Dj's, they make you move to the groove.

The Producer's they make you think.
Together, We all dance and Sync.

And then you realize, you didn't even blink.

To a beautiful year, of truth.
Of Realization.
Of Action.

And of course, the one religion.
Music. Connecting across borders.
Let's dance, lets enhance.

People call it the power of trance.
And so we're told, that's how a festival unfolds.

Lots of love & light
--Soul Psykik--

The Whole Spectrum

It's a brutal world out there.

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Every son and every daughter once told,
In an instance a memory may turn into gold.
In a minute, the gold would want to be sold.
The glitter may never remain in one's constant hold.
The shine once traded,
The memory can never be faded.
It would haunt you till you last,
Like a spell you can cast.
So what you once heard, may come before your eyes.
What you once thought might just manifest in front of your sky.

The power of belief.

Sit tight child, we know you seek your relief.
A journey with no end,
A grand circus with nothing to spend.
Watch what you may like,
Glance at your insight.
Manifestation through light,
Thought of once through sound.
In a flux of energy,
We gather familiar synergy.
The smell of power.
The scent of the traitors tower.
The renegade.
The possession of the game.
The painting without a frame.

A simple strand of information.
Once heard, read or shared.
A ray of light, a stream of thought.
A relative, familiar experience.
Information became knowing.
Knowledge applied to form an experience.
Behold, manifestation.
We have now acquired, Wisdom.

What is this creature?
Is that a human bodied feature?
Can you breathe with your lungs?
Can you look above when you're stunned?

There's confusion in the air.
There, is a scientist's flair.

Is this all this world is about?
Can't imagination create doubt?
Has the time long passed,
Where there was a ray of white in the dark.
Can there be no more inventions?
Can we go to no more conventions?

Of course, it was meant to be.
Without basic logic, how can anyone see?
Oh, but what is it that you call logic?
And if it's not there, is the scenario always tragic?
Why, oh why. Can we not believe in a little magic!

To see something, to feel something, to hear something.
And still not believe it.
Stupidity. Ignorance.
If you can feel, see, touch and be.
What is it? why do you have to flee?

Ah, i see why.
Cos without logic, how can anything be free!
Of course, it must be.
Utopia is just a dream.
But we've lived it.
In moments, in seconds, and hours and frames.
We've felt it's silence, we've seen the beauty.
From the very music, slamming into our souls.

We see it.
A dreamer, and i'm not the only one.
What is it that a boy hasn't done.
Why can't he be called a man.
What roads must be tread on?
 However much we grow,
Still children inside.
From sunshine, we're alive.
By night, we dive.
In the darkness and the light alike,
By all means we let truth strike.

Sink into our eyes, and we will shine your power.
Whatever you have to offer,
We will personally chauffeur.
We let the universe decide,
Where what takes the strides.
Which soul may walk with pride.
Which wave may be a part of the tide.

The collective conscious,
The connected unconscious.
The million questions in my mind,
The trails our ancestors left behind.
I may talk about the far,
I may make you walk on that star.
I may even burn your own scar.
But i promise you..

The truth will give your humblest, brightest power.

With nothing more left to hide.
You may lay by my side.
You may smile, and sleep into the stillness.
Your vibrations clear, nothing may possess.
You walk free on this land,
With nothing in your head planned.
And you will discover,
Why i always say, the gates may be left unmanned.

But if and when the seed shall fall,
And the fiercest of evil may call.

I will find you.

I will unwind you.

I will tear your very surface.

I will smell out the leading trace.

And i will pass it on.
As memory.
As a reverie.
And the universe may absorb.
Absorb and interpret.
Interpret and respond.
And through waves of sound,
May leave you astound.

Or shine like rays,
And reveal a million grays.
Funny it may be, to see the world in gray.
Where all there is, is brilliantly colored hay.

From our paths, hope we never stray.

It takes courage to stand up and talk.
It also takes courage to sit down and listen.
And once you understand, why it is you may or may not glisten?
You may then realize the effort you've put in.
You may reap the seeds of the dreams you sit in.



Karma, is a lady.
Just make sure that she is beautiful.
Stick to the just.

Eventually, everything has to turn to dust.

What matters is what castle of sand you built.
A fort or a tomb.
A ground or a grave.
A party or a rave.
A celebration of the brave.
A battle of life.
A journey into inpsyght.
A dance of the gods.
A blessing from the lords.

To ability to see everything around you come alive.
It's magicc.
And magick is all there is.
To lure us to our beds.
Wondering how everything may sum up in the end.
Or will this road ever have it's last bend.

Well, it's not on us to see through the future.
It's not us to dwell in the past.
It's just on us to dance till we last.
It's just on us to laugh till we crack.
It's just on us to live in understanding.
It's just on us to see through the flight's landing.

Technological nightmare, oh sacred medieval prayer.
The frequencies travel, as another world of communication we unravel.
Emotions passing through wires? Who would've thought.
I'd say dreamt, and it's come alive.
This is how these inventions may thrive.
Ideas are unique as they come out of our minds.
They may be lost in the air, it's only a matter of time.
Invest in the thought that winds the day.
Into a string of purity, that may never fray.
A win is only a gesture, a loss another name for pain.
Detachment is the last lecture, when you no longer need to gain.

So walk past landscapes, jungles and rain-forest's.
Walk past mountains, capes, and plains.
Walk past the very demons, who's eyes go insane.
Walk past the evils in humans and beyond,
Fly into the light, and sing your favorite song.
For a day is just a day in the life of a day.
What comes to it, it takes.
Whether full of color, or just a shade of gray.

It is upon you.
With what you fill your tray?
For all the colors in the world ended up in a shiny white ray.

There we go,
The whole spectrum.
Live the colors, be the sound.
Give it your heart, dance through the ground.
Let your tree root, let your love be the fruit.
See the truth. Be the truth.
And it will set you free.

Namaste!
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