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.

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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The Bridge

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

Or at least, of what i make of romance.

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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.

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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Welcome to my Forest

https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/break-my-beat

The engines roar, and the trains move.
The musicians have made the bass and grooves.
The people they listen, their eyes sometime glisten.
Oh yes they can relate, after all at times they're reminded of their fate!

Who is this man, this messenger they say. Why is he trying to make my colors gray?

Deviation from norm, is progress.

Stories they tell her, where she can hide.
Where she can drift, by my side.
It's only fair, she tried.
Why o' why, was he so wild?

Why o' kind miss, can you give me little kiss.
I'm just another child, making my way through the wild.
Fun it is, i haven't been lost, for my folks say that is the only cost.
Not knowing where to go, has shown me how the wind blows.
How nature can take its course, how without steps we climb floors.
To jump and sing and dance and be, how dark are the leaves of this little tree?

There's so much contrast, this journey may not last.
There's too much past, my heart is in a cast.
From love and lies, from failure and tries.
From pain and goodbye's.
From unlearning and getting high.
.
Aha! You're casting judgment, and you ask why your armor dents?

You mighty warrior, You beautiful queen.

You charming face. You luring grace.

You magician of sorts, You brightest of all.

You hunter in the dark, You frayed tree bark.

Care to take off your glorious mask?

No.
I don't see why, you need to be shy.
I don't see why, you need to be high.
I don't see why, you need to put on a face.
I don't see why, you need to leave a trace.

What are these clever moves?
What game is it that you're playing?

Don't you know i'm the owner of wherever it is you're staying?

I can see all you do, i can be all you are.
I can tell you what you're not, i can make you disappear.

I can make you understand fear.
I can tell you to witness panic.

I can create a RELATIONSHIP between bold and italics.

The echoes of the distant tide 

I can show you the mirror, i can make you quiver.
I can capture you in a picture, and convert it into literature.
I can see through your eyes, and be what you see.
I can be your eyes, and see what you're meant to be.

Oops, i'm late. The train is taking off.

Wait, where's the runway?

Aren't you going to leave tracks?

What are you saying, is it a plane in the air?

What gifts do you bare?

Answer my question, where are we going.
What is it in the wind, that is blowing?

Of course, the answer.
Remember Dylan?

Ah! now you get it.
You act like the villain!
Ooh, you little child, you're such a clean soul,
why is this darkness your only goal?

Goddess. Here, there. Everywhere.

Well, i have this love for the dark,
you should see the brightness of my sight!
In this dark i will be the one to bring you light.

So you're telling me what i am,
Or atleast what is planned.
And there's no other way to go about it,
all of this is already scanned?

Well of course not!
You see, there are a million parallel ways.
In an ocean, there are a zillion waves.
So which one you want to ride?
Are you ready to become the tide.

Na, let it be. You can't see.
What?
Really, you can't see.
What? What is it that you can't be?
Everything!

Everything? you can't be everything.
Well, of course i can.
Welcome to my world.

Engineers they dance, in their lonely trance.
Mathematicians they equate, and weave up the fate.
Dancing into glory, until the morning sun may rise,
These scientists with every night, become another world wise.

Chefs cook the ideas up, manifest into the daily grub.
With food comes energetic spirit, you would never have to spin it.
But stir, don't let the ingredients blur.
Cook up the paradise, discard the daily demise.

Lawyers make the layers, keep an eye on the players.
Act as they must, but try and not let the ruling be unjust.
The flow can smudge. Intuition over instinct, they think as fast as we blink.

Management fills the air, its the shiniest glare.
To take the risk they mustn't blink, for the ship can always sink.
And along with it goes the captain.
The easiest goal is to tap in.
But to tap, you have to be there in a snap.
Otherwise the ball is gone, no more game to stand tall.

So be the play-makers, they don't need the credit.
Just let them edit.

Yes the designers alike.

Tall, short, thin, shabby, slow, fast, innovative and  spazzy.
 Their music always sounds so jazzy.
 The day is their intuition, you're in-tuition.

 Can you look over the confusion.
 Oh yes it's a must, let the chaos turn into dust.
 Raise your sand storm, walk through the evil forms
. And when finally the tunnel ends, we always already know.
The road's bend. To think but not listen, or talk and try glisten.

Or walk the talk, try and climb the top.
And once a peak, try the plains, because up the hill comes always the rest.
But then you have to go downhill.

Try and pay your bills.

Information:Time (Teaching) = Know(ing)ledge:Space(learning)
Information x Time

Manifestation : Contract x Expand = Wisdom = Experience (seeing)

So all i would say is.

Whoever you are to you and whatever you do.
Believe in it.

Dancing with the gods. @parvati records

Parvati Magick
I can, i will. Period.

Until next time,
Namaste.

Lots of love and light,
Soul Psykik

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GOA- The Source - StarGazer Pt. 2

Note: This post is in continuance to my post from Mahashivaratri, Goa 2013 -
http://tongue-tied-obsessive-dreams.blogspot.in/2013/03/star-gazer-goa-source.html

And so it seems that a divine time has cast it's magick spell upon us.
The GoanMantra is in the air.

Tranquility(top symbol), Sun/Moon/Horizon(Right)- Goa2013

WATER(center symbol) - GOA 2014

 We have traveled centuries beyond to finally reach this place of eternal bliss.
A time in place and history where nothing more has been foretold
or what happens tomorrow cannot be perceived by anyone,
 before tomorrow is actually today.

Sunset, @ Chronicle, Vagator

And so it's a first time for all of us.
There's this happiness in the air, a sense of belonging and freedom
 and not only to the places we were once comfortable in and called them home,
 but to anywhere and everywhere, and the whole arena seems to be our home.

Welcoming and friendly, there's atmospheric delight and grand insight.
It's a first time for all of us.

The source, from where everything arises and goes back to,
 has transcended into a massive black hole.
A black hole being something where there is nothing,
hence being the something where there is everything.
A place where nothing exists to give rise to everything that exists.

Anything that you can see, and imagine is yours to touch, feel and be.
It's truly the essence of who we are and what we do that defines us and where we go.
What we do with this life is it's only meaning.
Whatever meaning we want to give it.

Fear not amongst darkness and intimidation,
 as they are just illusions, of things which cannot exist without us.
As without us, there would be nothing to fear from.

Yes, our own self. The mirror that creates.

You see the fear in front of you?
 That's reflected by your own being and it's you.

Art produced in GOA by Malvika Jay

It is you and you are a part of it.
Enter the mud filled pit.

Enter the dark hole, and let the journey unfold.
After all were all born in darkness
to be able to live in the light,
but to live in the light your own
daemons you have to fight.

Once they perish, 
these moments you may cherish.
Of course, i love the dark.
It's where the brightest of stars are born.

Darkness is chaos, and you have to have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.

So dive into the chaos, become one with it.
Melt with it, and submerge yourself in your horror.


There will come a time when there is none left to submerge with,
and all your light and insight will converge.
Into one massive beam of white bright light.
Light so powerful, that even the blind may see it, or at least. Feel it.
They'll know we have everything to show, and nothing to hide.

We have become the ocean and it's powerful tides.
Into the wild desert we ride.
To look back is to look into fear,
Switch your gear, into infinity you may steer.
You are the captain, and you're the ship.
Your choices make you sink, your choices make you blink.
Your choices make you sail, your choices make you frail.
Your choices will make you fly, your choices will get you high.
And then you can try,and try to be divine.
Look for the omens, look for the sacred signs,
and closer you may be, for your destiny to unwind.

Flea Market @ Anjuna

You look for the sea and you find the sun,
you look for the horizon and you find none.
And then you complain, what life this is?
It's only what life ever is.
It gives you what you are,  it shows you whether you've come far.
Far from your pain, or far from your games, Or far from where you were.

Time to let those memories stir.

Time, is a natural healer.
They say patience is the worthiest trait of all.
It gives you that feeling of sitting down in silence,
with your vision focused and gently fixed with eyes at the horizon.
Which seek nothing, but knowing.
Knowing what comes, knowing what stands.
Knowing how to swim by any shark that opens it's jaws for prey.

Vantara Vichitra Label Party @ Monkey Valley, 17th Feb

You can surpass it of course.
You just have to be that underdog fish who sensed the shark,
before it arrives with it's gaping teeth, ready to shred.
But then again, it demands patience.
Not to loose yourself, against the fear or it's power.
Like everything else,
You can't just dive into the water knowing not how to swim.
And not expect to almost drown, at least twice.



But the third time you're drowning,
You'll already have known what's your last spot to survive,
and choose to give that last willing boost,
That spurt of pure and sheer power in you.
To cut through the waves, and fly out.
Through the water and into the sky.

And then you can shout out.
'I'm alive! '.
I'm a human being, darn it!

Portal Mechanism, 19 Feb, Soul Psykik

I am light 
I am infinite 
I am the channel 
I am expanding 
I am psychedelic 
I am vibration 
I am timeless 
I am unity 
I am activating 
I am resonate 
I am galactic 
I am radiant 
I am defined 
I am electric 
I am lunar 

I am magnetic 
I am planetary 
I am balanced 
I am organized 
I am connected 
I am inspired 
I am in harmony 
I am integrity 
I am perfect 
I am manifestation 
I am dissolving 
I am releasing 
I am liberated 
I am dedicated 
I am universalized 
I am enduring 
I am transcending mantra 
I am being 
I am communicating 
I am spirit 
I am breathing 
I am cosmic 
I am essence 
I am power 
I am action 
I am dreaming 
I am abundance 
I am intuition 
I am GOD 
I am extreme 
I am internal and external 
I am eye am flowering 
I am clocking 
I am aware 
I am life force 
I am surviving 
I am DMT 
I am spiraling 
I am art 
I am accomplishing 
I am healing 
I am beauty 
I am elegance 

I am pure 
I am flowing 
I am love 
I am chakras 
I am coinciding 
I am playing 
I am magic 
I am illusive 
I am free will 
I am wise 
I am exploring 
I am space and time 
I am waking life 
I am vivid 
I am enchanting 
I am timelessness 
I am incomplete infinite design 
I am alien 
I am human 
I am receptive 
I am vision 
I am energy 
I am mindful 
I am questioning 
I am answering 
I am intelligent 
I am fearless 
I am evolving 
I am eye I am opening my 3rd eye to the unseen vision 
I am translating 
I am synchronicity 
I am reflecting 
I am endlessness 
I am order and chaos 

Art produced in GOA by Malvika Jay

I am the Tao 
I am crystallized 
I am self generation 
I am affirming 
I am enlightened 
I am life 
I am tone 
I am color 
I am electronic 
I am lunar I am solar 
I am opposite I am polar language 
I am radial 
I am particles of plasma 
I am endurance 
I am cosmic 
I am releasing 
I am liberated 
I am perfect 
I am pulsing 
I am realizing 
I am the 1 because the 1 are all 
I am form 
I am in the infinite nothing that becomes the everything 
I am symbolic 
I am relative 
I am the divine spirit that harmonizes with the laws 
I am projecting the digital loom 
I am the tool of experiencing desire 
I am and finding ecstasy in process 
I am We, we are YOU
- Galactic Mantra ( Liquid Soul )

Sunset @ Fisherman's Shore, Chapora

Namaste, Love and Light from GOA
(The place where everything comes from and the place where everything goes back to)
The Source. Always expanding, ever contracting.
Love to all my friends all across the globe.

My Reach, Is GLOBAL.


My Tower,  SECURE.


My Cause, Is NOBLE.


My POWER IS PURE.

Danke schön
In attesa di un anno di istruzione superiore in Italia, in Europa!
Verità prevalga

Soul Psykik, 2014