Aragorn

So begins to unravel, a story of solitary travel,

The point where the object lay stationary, yet unraveled.

the end of an era is the beginning of another,

with words come the power to smother.

Money is the root of all problems caused,

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

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

I ask myself why must i listen to their pain,

It reveals itself now, 

listening is the only comprehensible frame.

For what our eyes see these days.

To understand is not a must, 

or to judge if what happens to them is unjust,

I just sit there and glance,

what seems to you like trance.

So everyday they woke up, 

they went to bed silently.

So every night, their heart shook,

 their heads throbbed violently.

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

And i was not offended, 

for i knew i had to rise above it all.

Or drown, in my own shit.

I know what you must be thinking,

 of course you're just human.

What's the point of a story with no beginning

 and no seeming end,

Don't you see little human,

 you're just perceiving a followed trend?

Why must it make sense,

 what story do i have to tell?

When write i must, 

it's your story or dust?

If it's silver or lead,

 then i'd gladly join the dead,

Because if silver is all you know, 

then you'll never know.

The value of Gold,

 the value of letting it all unfold.

Look around you, 

the sun is bright.

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

I mourn to learn, the secrets of the past.

The other day i learnt, 

the spells that i'm now going to cast.

You know it can't exist, 

that's why you call it magic.

And then you someone you know just disappeared, 

and you call it tragic?

What's this industry,

 these people who seem to know.

What's this stage they command us on,

 can they ever understand your flow?

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

before any one of the soldiers will fall.

For the army is already marching,

 if that's what you call.

The troops are fighting,

 the battle has already begun.

There's someone, somewhere watching,

 you can't even try and run.

I'm going to seize you by the neck,

 and pick you up into the skies,

Said Zeus.

I'm going to tear your tiny legs apart,

 and feed you to the clouds,

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

They've been waiting to rain out loud.

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

and now you stand before me.

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

If you must ask, 

I need you in three pieces,

 A head, a body and feet if you must.

And then i will cast my shiny little spell,

Oh and be careful, try not to yell.

You will lose everything you ever thought of was pain,

And then i'll touch you, 

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

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

Am i not beautiful,

 Am i not in three?

I have a soul, a body and mind,

I've the age of small little wild child.

I'm naughty yes, 

the dark spider bit me once,

But i danced and danced,

 till the bread turned to crumbs.

Don't you ever touch me, 

All i feel for you is hatred,

Don't you ever love me, 

You know it's overrated.

And then, He cried.

I know you've been loved,

I know that you've loved before.

But now where i'm going to take you,

Is to temptational shores.

It's made with such grace, 

That the best of men stutter,

It's made of an unforgivable trace,

It makes the best of women start to mutter.

Every other day i'm counting myself as dutiful.

As you sit there, and sip, 

and laugh in disguise,

I'm sitting here and 

counting the million'th time you try.

You can do it all you want, 

but you'll never truly understand,

What am i trying to tell,

 what have i planned?

Oh, and then you'll see, 

What your so called folks say,

It's not your say.

When you know, 

We've been hurt, been down before.

It's too strong a battle to let go,

Right in my basement of dreams, 

those severed heads go.

Oh i forgot, i had to let you know.

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

Rest in peace, friend.

See you on the other side.

Snap

I finally discovered what i like.

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

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

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

It's this feeling that i never understood.

Why do people go to work?

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

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

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

Everyone is the savior in their own story.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But turquoise to me might be bottle green.

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

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

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

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

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

As science expands, so does philosophy.

They go hand in hand.

The more one knows, the further the other discovers.

It's like a dark winding road,

And seen by the two headlights of your machine.

You don't know what lies ahead, 

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

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

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

Of course, something could jump out of the sides,

That would take you a little by surprise.

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

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

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.

Theatrium - A prelude

How do i make him see it? How do i protect her?

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There's a story behind a story!

It's starts with a complex thread of situations developed from the past,

Turning into the future, and coming together to form the present.

It wouldn't make any sense if it weren't interlinked.

A life that has been lived by so many, many times before, 

It's not, not true anymore.

It's felt within this simple vibration that slowly starts to arise,

and once you're completely acquainted with it's gentle sorrow,

It's starts to fade in, and out over and over again,

It becomes like a riff, a soft wild promise, 

A melody like no other, yet it sounds like every other beautiful piece,

Of music, that you've heard before.

It's a state of music, entranced by beautiful eyes shining in the distance,

yet you never notice how easy it is to lose track of time, 

like a silent harp playing in the background,

It's strings plucked with a stroke of easiness,

releasing ripples into the air,

like water in the sea, 

echoing, causing a chain of events,

so minute that you can't feel, or see it at times,

yet it surpasses like the blowing hurricane,

it's bound to cause.

It's nature and nature has it all.

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Chaos is a part of the whole,

And without it a whole cannot exist,

yet you can't call it chaos, 

such as you can't tell whats good or bad between the two,

Well so does your perception, 

But you, you can choose to stay silent about it.

Watch it gently tear you apart from the inside,

And the next morning as you awake from the grave,

you calmly lay into, you'd know that the world has changed.

Oh well, It might not have changed but certainly you have.

You have new eyes to see, to sense that you're not the man you were.

You're not the man you were last night.

You're not as available today, as you thought yourself to be.

But keep the thought in mind, 

It's being awake to the day, and to the day to you.

As it comes gushing, in a flux of emotions,

Or gentle puffs, out of your smiling lips.

She sat there, looking up in the night.

The moon was full, bright.

Staring into the twilight,

knowing she's not the woman she was the night before.

She's smiling of course, she's more than her.

She's more than what she felt she ever could be,

And funny saying that it was only yesterday.

What was this night, that a lifetime passed by?

I'm only growing younger.

The essence of experience, flowing like a waterfall.

Her luscious red lips, beating with the fullness of her pulse.

And so she burnt, like the cigarette, on her tasty red lips.

She let down her hair, after a while.

Shallow exchanges at the bar.

She stared into her whisky, as the sunlight poured in,

Gleaming and glowing with the dust seeming like fireflies.

It's only the morning after, and i'm a year younger.

Life isn't so bad, is it?

How do i make her see it? How do i protect him?

^ do you understand now ^

Dance In-Session

Well, you know this feeling already. 

You've felt it happen a million times,

and every time, It's brighter.

I'm talking about this beautiful kind of pain.

I never thought pain could be such a happy thing.

No, It's not what you imagine it at questo momento, to be.

It's closer to the sadistic kind of pleasure, true.

But it's more to do with the feeling of being alive again.

Davvero.
I'm talking about dancing to something,
without even trying to.
When you're in the flow,
It's not volunteering anymore.
It becomes a reflex, naturalistic movement.
Your body may feel sore,
But you just don't want to stop.

It's that feeling when music hits you.

A wave of emotions and heat,

Blasting through your body and mind.

Your soul elevated.

Thumping and bouncing up and down on a concrete play ground.

It's the feeling which makes one younger.

Down to your deepest level of innocence.

The feeling of being a child again.

Where you don't try and understand,

You're just trying to let it pass through you.

And at that moment, you're infinite.

Yes, i remember the perks of being a wall flower.

And it's exactly the kind of emotion i'm elaborating.

It's the highest sensation,

when time stops in front of your eyes.

Depends,on your eye though.

What catches it's gaze.

The color of her eyes, the softness of her skin.

The people becoming one wave.

That's when the music wins.

Of course, there is no competition.

There will never be,

and there was never any to begin with.

Ideals and constructions of society,

or of the modern day homo-sapiens, maybe.

But all in all, it's just a wall.

A brick or a prick,

there's a conscience to everything.

Just as there is a gender to a feeling.

Ever felt a feeling in terms of it's masculinity, or femininity?

Ever tried to switch from one to another,

Helping the one understand the other?

It's a standstill, Grammy winning moment, sure.

You do know that inside your own eyes lay a million smiles.

But which one you choose,

or rather which one prevails in the moment,

Is what you're truly about.

But i'd say forget about it,

Because interpretation isn't a must.

Go ahead, if you remember it's essence well enough.

But don't try to explain it.

Perche' ?

Because essence is something aromatic.

It's the smell of something beautiful,

whatever beautiful is to you.

And when you feel it's sensations,

by one of your many senses,

You can perceive how it feels.

To trails of thought and beyond,

If you think about it, there's no difference,

between an ocean or a pond.

The only way you can tell,

Is it's vastness in front of your eyes.

But what happens when you're drowning?

It's the same for a bucket or river,

It's death that makes us shiver.

But fear not if you do,

for all water in color seems blue.

Yet it's not transparent at times,

And then you start to question it as a crime.

So let it pass through you.

It's temperature may attack your heart.

It's sharpness may caress your skin.

It's slippery disguise may entice your soul.

But when it's taken you over,

Your cloth won't have a single fold.

It's all stretched out, 

and you can have what you may.

For the universe to love you,

You don't need to pray.

It is a part of you, and you are a part of it.

Just be yourself,

Whatever it is you be.

And you will begin to see.

The ocean even in the sea.

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Chapter #4 : Cuba Libre

To offer you some of my music for everyday life.

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The world is sleeping and i am weeping,

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

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

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

Without a worry, i'm still frowning.

There's nothing that's unsaid, 

yet something remains to be tread.

There's a million eyes searching,

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

To see it is to believe, 

with patience and relief.

There are wonders all around,

eyes that can leave me astound.

But there's one melancholy,

stuck to my mind.

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

But now it's just a pain.

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A gentle sorrow, 

forgotten vain.

I ceased to pleasure it's dark treasure,

and yet to purity it seems like another weather.

I cannot find the answer, 

i sometimes believe there is none.

But then they ask me if i know the question,

words that cannot be undone.

I'm in acceptance of finding,

long lasting binding, 

yet there is a shrill in the voice,

to raise an eyebrow,

can you tell the disguise?

Of course i can't,

i'm just a child.

Without my innocence, 

how can i survive?

Yet i know of every lane,

that winds up in the bottom of gain,

And to have it i must suffer the loss,

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

But time is a story, 

told in lines,

of gentle sleep,

and drowning lives.

Yet it feels like i'm bound to drown,

In this shallow swamp,

I've found my crown.

It's a perception,

if you must know,

It's an inception,

if you must go.

It's the calling of the spirit,

inside my own spirit,

I see my answers as questions,

if you must know.

You're keen to understand,

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

Well my life is different,

I go by the desire to know.

Curious, and if i must show,

you have to learn to see through the dark,

The only glow.

I'll give you one clue,

to find me is like to fight glue,

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

only if you were glue too.

Because glue cannot stick to glue,

as blue cannot dissolve into blue.

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

It's a connection through aura,

like flowers and fauna.

They come together,

yet they are not the same.

And then you'll see,

Life will never be in vain.

If you must understand my definition of vain,

It's nothing related to the glorified pain.

It's just a simple longing,

Words beyond bonding.

I know it for sure,

everywhere is someones pure.

But here comes the catch,

the time is on your side.

I see it slipping, 

and i rest assured on the other side.

But for you it may be a slight drop,

A gentle crystal dot.

Or a quick surge of light,

to understand emotions in the white.

Or just to be tranquilized, 

lose your body and find insight.

Or better yet, just a dance,

To understand some other world trance.

It's just a simple study here,

it never get's bloody here.

It only get's cold.

And the cold will make you bold.

You'll lose your senses,

your mind will become numb.

If you're in the moment, 

you can consider yourself dumb.

But that's the beauty of it,

you're not.

You're much more like fierce rain,

often called upon in times of drought.

You are your only judge,

inside your eyes a million minds nudge.

Yet you have the controls,

to this electric wonder plane.

Fly it or drive it,

or watch it, and refrain.

You will know where you have to fit,

the key is it.

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

Devi fare ( Italian)

Its something to be done,

what is it?

Answers i have none.

I grow fonder by the day,

of watching people in front of me fray.

Eyes speaking languages they never knew,

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

But it comes, and it comes while you sleep.

And then when you awaken, 

you find yourself in time.

Slow and motionless,

like nothing has passed.

Yet a lot happened last night,

and only memories of it last.

You have answers,

and i have questions.

Bring what's to offer,

Let's learn another lesson.

It's something that will glisten.

In the dark.

It's something that will contrast,

In the sunny day.

It's something that will drown,

with the most gentle of emotion if spared.

It's something that will smile,

if you watch but don't glare.

Che cosa? What is it?

let's find out then.

Whilst the hunter, becomes the hunted

When you're shot down and on the low,

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

When you know you have the will to survive,

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

When you can caress your hands, 

hold your palms.

When you can calm your soul down,

like the water and it's charm.

When you feel that you cannot find your breath,

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

When you know what you have to say,

but you can feel those emotional strings fray.

Break it all, let it be.

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

I was once down, and i was once low.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's not a part of silence or thought,

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

It's just a matter of time.

And momentum that takes place.

But she's a cruel mistress, momentum.

And your compromise she can erase.

But if the truth were to be told,

and a million copies of it were to be sold.

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

As it should, it didn't suffice.

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

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

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

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

It's like the memories in our heads.

Only serving as electrical wires.

It's come beyond space and time, 

and all the stupid melancholy and rhymes.

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

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

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

And now is the time to take it with pride.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I call it..

-SEEK AND DESTROY-

Where are we going?

Why does it feel like its snowing?

What are the seeds we've been sowing?

We know they're what we reap,

but do we realize where we're flowing?

Do we understand the philosophy?

Where you breathe you emit.

You can't help, but edit.

You should understand it's in your grip,

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

Why oh why, do we make this world shy?

Where we see with our minds,

and our eyes taste disguise?

Where we understand what we don't,

And our bodies jolt!

It's like this electricity bolt,

and the truth is seldom sold,

But there comes a time,

a coming together of sorts,

Away from judgement,

and all those similar thoughts.

There's a transmission of electricity,

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

It ain't no more an otherworldly sin.

You feel what you're supposed to,

and you be what you're exposed to.

Just don't lose sight,

It's an otherworldly insight.

These emissions we try to fight,

But how can you fight a black hole?

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

You can only witness, 

the power is beyond comparison, 

its like the words of George Harrison.

Without going out of your window, 

you can know all things around you,

The farther one travels,

The less one knows.

thinking is the best way to travel,

and the best way for destiny to unravel,

there are no insane hassles,

only a few tassels.

Don't get caught up in the moment,

but don't lose sight of it. 

What you understand from your fit, 

what you benefit from these wits, 

its just self exploration, 

its like a train arriving on a station, 

its just a simple definition, 

its just another exhibition, 

but whats expressed is an emotion, 

of where truly lies your devotion. 

In the commotion, there is force and motion. 

There is presence of gravity, 

it can call for insanity but why would you care?

Of those otherworldly stares,

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

What comes from you within,

is where it all initially begins, 

and when you know where it comes from, 

there is a single strum of emotions, 

it increases gravity, 

its a hap hazard way of life, 

its a sensational way of might, 

its where you once knew, 

its where you once saw the dew. 

Why does everything lead you back to the same place. 

Why does everything give you the same trace, 

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

why does it come back to where you find yourself. 

Why do you always come back to the same name. 

Its not anymore a game. 

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

and when i asked you to refrain, 

you instead gave me the same pain,

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

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

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

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

Always you will just pick up the quill, 

but you wont give up, 

you wont learn that you're me.

You wont realize what these words can be. 

I'm your poetry.

I'm your cohesive mind

Without me yourself you cant find.

And when i tell you to come back you wont.

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

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

But you'll never be again,

and you'll never see again,

and this will cause your mind to strain 

and then you'll know,

what your heart needs to show but you cant, 

and you can just share with your old new folks, 

with your dead and alive. 

And what will you do when you cant thrive.

You'll have everything in the world,

but you & I won't have me. 

And you'll never be the same again. 

You can act like you're fine and

even you'll feel divine, 

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

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

And when you feel you can no more rhyme,

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

Its like this tune that you're always humming,

but its in your mind.

Its always there.

Reminded by you, reminded by me. 

But what can you do when you cant surrender. 

What can you do when your heart feels tender. 

Strum a chord, ask for the lord? 

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

What can you find that you can someday trade.

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

When you find it you can turn it into gold. 

But when you know you cant be sold,

and you're sad and old,

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

And you'll know sorrow,

like a beautiful friend.

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

But now.

Let me say something. 

You may be true, it may all be blue.

It may forever change you. 

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

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

I'm gonna cause you to cry. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you want to create sadness,

I'm going to inculcate madness.

Lets die together but remember in this life and beyond.

I'm always going to be this strong. 

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

I'm going to fight you with you. 

I'm going to face one mirror with another. 

And i'm going to bring them close together,

until it cracks and breaks and lets the past,

present and the future come together and trust me,

when they do.

Its going to destroy everything that you believe in.

Its going to be my first sin. 

Come on darling, lets begin. 

There's a war of hearts coming. 

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

Baby :) 

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Technical Hiccups

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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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