A lady of fire poetry original re-mastered

vocals-Tanisha Jackland
music bass, keyboards - Otispacific  https://soundcloud.com/otispacific

Kundalini Heat

Hot surge
In our bellies
We dipped from 
cherried shores

Tongues raw 
from the singe 
of hunger 
We paused between 
each satiated strum

Our sighs melted
between each breath 
We bit into the 
veins of
Our longing
And died
dripping from 
our mouths

In Sanskrit, kundalini means "coiled snake" and references the ancient belief that each person carries "divine" energy at the base of the spine. ... Kundalini mediation was popularized in the West by Yogi Bhajan, who developed and introduced his own form of Kundalini yoga in the United States in the late 1960s.

Kundalini Heat

In this world, you may need your Kevlar to keep you in the game.  
Keep dancing, keep grooving, keep it funky and keep it real! 
Keep it like this song: REAL FUNKY!

Plastic Vest

Guitar Beats - Guitar/ Bass https://soundcloud.com/beats-guitar/electro
https://soundcloud.com/beats-guitar
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum Programming

Loop Diggers Midnight Wax Album feat Guitar Beats - D I M E N S I O N

Reader Of New Senses

I wrote this track long time ago. On this version, I added a poetry/narration.
Lyrics:
The unicity of time and space does not resolve in the non-Euclidean space of our bewildering desires. The time of a coffee break is just a blink in the interferences of gravity waves,  swirling around our ankles like snakes with scales of pure darkness. 
I remember walking in the deep mountain grass, following  the energy lines. The briars and the dandelion caressed the leather of my worn out boots. I could focus on the implication of the intricate energy curves  in the synapses of the earth, but I'd rather loose myself to the ancient melody, the echoes of  which are only rumors in the mountain wind and whispers  in the leaves of the alders.
Lying on the cool mountain grass,  I sunbathed in the white light of pure abstraction. My body merged to the glorious colors of the chaotic spectrum . The pulse of my blood in my ears was nothing else than the rhythm of the cosmic melody taught by the Great Old Ones. My skin turned to copper, my hair to quicksilver. The musk of my sweat, the smell of my feet and the perfume of the mountain flowers mixed into the music of fractal dimensions. I forgot the notion of time and space but kept them under the domination of my bewildering desires.  
I saw a vulture turning in the sky, tearing the cotton candy clouds and capturing the refracted image of my shining body in its stone-like eyes. 
Because of our needs for uncanny cults, because of our interior medieval poetry, because of the resilience of memories of the great old ones in the books of pure cosmic madness, our self-consciousness is eroding itself on the wind of photonic melodies.  Our fading images have walked barefoot on the ashes of dying stars, on the frost of interstellar space, on the cold metal polished by high energy protons, on the desiccated carapaces of ancient predators.  Dive in the ocean of spectral harmony,  just the time of a coffee break, and bath in the waters of pure imagination, towards  the lost vibrations of our forgotten orgasms.

Surrealist Piano Treck (Narration - Demo)

D-Salsa de Soja

Fifth track of my album based on Robert W Chambers book "The King in Yellow" (1895).

The King in Yellow

In the Court of the Dragon

Expectation

... deep meditation with real clarinet, keyboard, some vst programming, special Deelay and some fun "harmonizer routings". photo by Adam Cai, unsplash

RUBBER BAND // psychedelic clarinet

Orambur

Overdubbed piano and synth improvisation-meditation

Simpler Motion

It is exciting, special and meaningful to create original music. If we don't create, then who will? We are the creators and we will continue to create innovative music that benefits and uplifts humanity. We must continue to create, evolve and revolutionize the world through music!

Plastic Vest

Howard Stroud

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