"Out of Touch" is the name of the current abstract hip/hop poetry project I'm working on with some gifted artists a.k.a Testament of a Transcendentalist...it refers to one or a society who is out of touch with self and nature, but the duality also refers to how Self and Nature come out of TOUCH as in LOVE physical Touch..."Out of Touch"...And also how light comes out of darkness, how order emerges from chaos, and everything came out of nothing, this is a preview track that will make even more sense in the context of the full project... thanks for listening to the preview...Special thanks to Nick Montague for making this banging beat and Hannah Williams & Ryan Sullivan for giving me permission to use the amazing psychedelic artwork you see ...Peace and Love...

http://appocalypz.bandcamp.com/

ART BY HANNAH WILLIAMS & RYAN SULLIVAN:
http://www.zhibit.org/hannah_williams/paintings?page=1

BEATS & INSTRUMENTALS BY: www.Soundcloud.com/nmontague

Rustic Justice Productions

Appocalypz: The Linguistic Mystic

Lyrics:

It causes me to lose my apatite
This brutality; this aptitude
This apartheid of apathetic Reich
But from this mental slop and muck
Will burst forth from the froth, a drop
Of life from whence came this Stop
Given depth with dark
And see New; interlock
Like a seed of wheat, we breath the light
Like a crop, absorb wet
Between life and death
Mold and moss
Silence and the depth of thought
The deepest silence roots in us All
The deepest silence roots in our thought

I wrote you little love letter
Hoping that your feeling better
She got those eyes
That could bring a dead man alive

Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...
Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...

Trace the spine
Like the sun's horizon
Divine language
Even in fog Divine landscape
In our hearts it's hiding
All; Springs in Us
Communication formulation
Medicinal herb vs. pill pop population
Meditation vs. medication
Divine storms of braining
Down
Conscious intention, drawn
From dawn sky like brandy
Drunken by the spirit it handed me
Cardio calligraphy
Astrology in cursive across the galaxy
Written in me
From mental expansive
Songs, rivers, overflow
Heart repentance
Strings torn from social invention
Thought fountain clogged by
Intoxication modern behavioral modification occupations
Re-strung intentions
Coasting on dense-ness of dreams
I take a drift, I take a lift, I take a sip
I take each and make a necklace
Of gem like seeds
And without greed I inherit my ease
No terror when sheltered by trees
If we cannot be kind to creatures
Then maybe we deserve to freeze

Given the strength to burst forth and breath
Throwing all cob webs of congestion
Westward with breeze

Each thought is a world, populated
Free
So high Spheres within reach
No inoculation of toxic vapors
Free from dis ease
We sit and we Breathe
Tune to nature; tune to nature
The universe reverberates with vibration
Like a drum skin, clean

Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...
Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...

Lightening
Tears. torn from eyelids
Legless laughter
See! In this hopelessness
Withstanding
Our skin
Like green leaves to wither
But Eternity
Is a Giver

We merge with the sea
We merge with the -
But Eternity is a giver to me
Of me more me (memory)
My mother was the Lily of the Valley

Emerge from Rivers
Emerge, from the wreck and resurrect
Resurrect, resurrect
As sun From rust
Them and us
As One

With this coping mechanism
In the sand our blood
Become as golden dust
Illuminated
By Dark
All we need is
To feel
Our touch.

Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...
Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...

Wrote you little letter
Hoping that your feeling better...

Out of Touch (Original)

"Out of Touch" By: Appocalypz: The Transcendentalist
Beats by: Nick Montague
Artwork by: Hannah Williams
Produced by: Rustic Justice Productions

HANNAH WILLIAMS ARTISTRY!:
https://www.facebook.com/HWilliamsArt?fref=ts

HANNAH WILLIAMS ART & LIVE PAINTING:
http://www.zhibit.org/hannah_williams

BEATS BY n. montague:
https://soundcloud.com/nmontague

RUSTIC JUSTICE PRODUCTIONS:
http://www.rusticjusticerecords.com/

Appocalypz means to to destroy an illusion, to destroy institutions of thought which brandish illusion as the Absolute.

Appocalypz merges formless abstract poetry, with chanting, improvisational freestyle, spiritual song, dance, philosophical thought provoking lyrics with a heavily socially conscious message.

Lyrics:

It causes me to lose my apatite
This brutality; this aptitude
This apartheid of apathetic Reich
But from this mental slop and muck
Will burst forth from the froth, a drop
Of life from whence came this Stop
Given depth with dark
And see New; interlock
Like a seed of wheat, we breath the light
Like a crop, absorb wet
Between life and death
Mold and moss
Silence and the depth of thought
The deepest silence roots in us All
The deepest silence roots in our thought

I wrote you little love letter
Hoping that your feeling better
She got those eyes
That could bring a dead man alive

Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...
Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...

Trace the spine
Like the sun's horizon
Divine language
Even in fog Divine landscape
In our hearts it's hiding
All; Springs in Us
Communication formulation
Medicinal herb vs. pill pop population
Meditation vs. medication
Divine storms of braining
Down
Conscious intention, drawn
From dawn sky like brandy
Drunken by the spirit it handed me
Cardio calligraphy
Astrology in cursive across the galaxy
Written in me
From mental expansive
Songs, rivers, overflow
Heart repentance
Strings torn from social invention
Thought fountain clogged by
Intoxication modern behavioral modification occupations
Re-strung intentions
Coasting on dense-ness of dreams
I take a drift, I take a lift, I take a sip
I take each and make a necklace
Of gem like seeds
And without greed I inherit my ease
No terror when sheltered by trees
If we cannot be kind to creatures
Then maybe we deserve to freeze

Given the strength to burst forth and breath
Throwing all cob webs of congestion
Westward with breeze

Each thought is a world, populated
Free
So high Spheres within reach
No inoculation of toxic vapors
Free from dis ease
We sit and we Breathe
Tune to nature; tune to nature
The universe reverberates with vibration
Like a drum skin, clean

Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...
Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...

Lightening
Tears. torn from eyelids
Legless laughter
See! In this hopelessness
Withstanding
Our skin
Like green leaves to wither
But Eternity
Is a Giver

We merge with the sea
We merge with the -
But Eternity is a giver to me
Of me more me (memory)
My mother was the Lily of the Valley

Emerge from Rivers
Emerge, from the wreck and resurrect
Resurrect, resurrect
As sun From rust
Them and us
As One

With this coping mechanism
In the sand our blood
Become as golden dust
Illuminated
By Dark
All we need is
To feel
Our touch.

Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...
Starlight I shiver in white
I'm giving praise to the bringer of the Night
I'm giving thanks to the giver of my life...

Wrote you little letter
Hoping that your feeling better...


Out of Touch (Version 2)

The old world is ending, the new world has just begun.

Appocalypz

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