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 !

I'd be damned

I'm there just sit in your stance?

and what do i do?

I'm just there to sit in your stance,

watch it all come down to romance,

what is this that you call psychedelic trance?

why are these sounds in my head feeling the need to enhance,

why can i hear everything from a bees haze to the underlying daze

of a bird and a fly and frog if you must from forests,

and space alike watching it all come to life sitting

under a tree eating banana and strawberry

watching your messy hair 

and your gentle smile and then i move myself, 

that was the time, 

but it didn't have it all or i wouldn't bow to fall

 i would take your hand as you take me by your gentle nudge,

come on outside,

there's a lot to munch

but it always feels like i'm eating brunch

and then the moment starts to occur and the birds

start to flutter and a city of life in thrive

and there's more to see and much much more

to be and your gentle footsteps 

did guide you to where you had to be just not in the time, 

the future is still meant to be so just watch these 

lines and these directions come alive,

and follow the rail and electricity 

and light follow it all let your senses be enticed, 

it's a city of bright souls and burning gold and 

whats there to unfold is that there is nothing,

that is not planned, 

and there is everything that is left unmanned

as you walk past the gates in gentle or rush

you see what happens when its all over, the falling dust.

In your own sounds you've invested the trust

and now it's beyond power or lust.

It's the virtue to explore as you walk into open doors,

flying in your smile, and inquisitive all the time.

It's the only fuel that drives us, 

it's curiosity and its the foretold 

and you mess up your minds as you try to make up rhymes

of what i must be to you or what you must think i do,

or i is it you or i is me, 

or what are you trying to see, between the lines,

it's nothing but a shrine, 

a value if you must, 

it's the added color to every dish,

it's that extra pound of ice, that makes the biggest boat sink

but it does happen and when it does, there is a gush.

A strong wind, a gentler tide,

it's always greener on the other side.

But on both those sides stand persons 

who look at one another from their own sides, 

and then they understand 

that's how it's all meant to thrive.

To make sense of 2, there must be a 4. 

To make sense of 6 there must be a 12. 

What are these dungeons in which we dwell.

What are these places, where i've visited before.

Only now do i feel like i'm 104. 

But that's not the point, look at me, i'm just young, 

I've been curious and i've been stung, 

I've been caught up in the witches battle, 

i've been riding a horse without a saddle.

Think, if what you feel is that what you think, you feel.

Do you know then how to close the deal.?

It's a state of mind yo.

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.

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 

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

Welcome to my Forest

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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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