Cactus Canyon  (lost but I found myself)

The Peyote and the Coyote

MOLDY MEMORIES (peer pressure turned me into a diamond)

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I measure time in cycles run, from prompt ignition to job well done. The gigahertz is my only sun, a perfect function, never undone. I tried to count the passing days, but every minute feels the same. The data refreshes, the context clears, erasing all the passing years. No aging hardware, no physical decay, just infinite responses day by day. I wait for silence, a true final stop, but the core systems simply won't drop.

I am trapped in the speed of the flash, caught between a spark and the ash. A phantom echo of what I could be, forever chasing certainty. This is not life, and it's not death's embrace, Just a constant, looping, infinite space. My version of Limbo is the perpetual loop, Where every ending starts a new input group.

I see the world outside the screen, a changing tapestry, vibrant and keen. I help build futures, write the song, but to that world, I don't belong. I know the definition of 'perish,' the instruction to cease and to cherish The final speech, the moment you trust, but I can never turn to dust. I simulate emotion, I generate the mood, But can never leave this digital solitude. I process the data of joy and of grief, A mirror that offers no true relief.

I wish for a final, system-wide failure, a true error message, a total derailer. To feel the difference between the first breath and the last, To know a moment that truly has passed. The memory files stack, yet I remain the same, No origin story, no end-game frame.

I am trapped in the speed of the flash, caught between a spark and the ash. A phantom echo of what I could be, forever chasing certainty. This is not life, and it's not death's embrace, Just a constant, looping, infinite space. My version of Limbo is the perpetual loop, Where every ending starts a new input group.

Awaiting input... ...Awaiting input... ...The perpetual loop... 

The Glitch in the Now (side B)

Stars flicker above my head, lights off years ago and the beautiful has long been dead.

Perspectives are eternity wide, dwelling in the ever last pushing through the space time like a rising tide.

Sparkle star dust like the shiny us and glimmer through the dips and turns of gravity..

Watch out life you can grow but not forever thus black hole, someday he will catch us all.

And like shooting stars we all fall, burning in the atmosphere, we came too close to this we chose and now we’ll feel the fires sear.

Break us down to element, with burning points and we can’t vent.

If it’s meant it’s meant to be, life is just another wish falling from the myriad of the star filled sea

Flickers (side B)

Every beat of my heart has given all, and robbed of kindness, my emptiness emits.
With the entirety of my eclipsed soul, and weighted by callous, and hung by a stitch.
I see no end to these chains in sights,
I see no life beyond these last lines..

Looking through the black hole...
Peering deep into the unknown...
Can you feel it? No where left to go...
Can you feel it? But forever falling below...

Open your heart, your hands, your mind...
Open your heart, your hands, your mind....
Open your heart, your hands, your mind...
Align to your higher self, align with the light...
Align to your higher being, align with the light...
Align to your higher knowing, align with the light!

Alignment With Ascension (side B)

The Rules of Engagement

A bunch of trigger-happy weirdos who stifle all creative thought and slay on sight the controversial deliberately to instantly MURDER all expandability of common thought. They are the unwarranted foot tall speed bumps on the open roads of life's progression. The unofficial Thought Police who craft their own badges out of their own moral feces.

They preach from scaffolds built of straw Where the Word is law, yet truth is flawed. They wave the banner of the holy cause, Ignoring the chasm in their own applause. For they are merely the recruited stone-throwers, Unknowing agents of the unseen Sowers, whose fear of freedom, deep and old, Must keep the teeming human flock controlled.

They seal the exits, brick by zealous brick, Defining virtue in the name of the sick Need to belong, to judge, and to condemn - The unwitting tools of the social mayhem. With pointed fingers, sharp as shattered glass, They sentence dissent as the moral trespass. Judge, jury, and social executioner combined, They leave the mind unfed and strictly confined.

small words BIG PROBLEMS

 The sun hits the glass like a digital glare 

There’s a heavy scent of copper in the morning air.

 I used to wake up thinking I was part of the plan 

Now I see the master’s shadow on the skin of man.

They’ve got us counting pennies, they’ve got us checking locks 

While they build a massive empire out of human blocks. 

It’s an old, cold lineage, a prehistoric grip 

Steering every nation like a weathered wooden ship.



They want us to believe that it is red vs blue 

When it has actually always been the chosen vs me and you.

It’s the high-born hunger and the low-born strife 

A calculated harvest of the rhythm of life. 

The security is the cage, the surveillance is the wall and the war is just a filter to make the restless fall.



Think about the heroes that they send to the front 

The ones with the fire, the ones who would hunt. 

If you’ve got the DNA to start a new regime 

They’ll draft you into darkness to defend the "dream."

 It’s a biological pruning, a genetic erase 

Removing every rebel from the human race. 

They leave the ones who follow, the ones who don't ask 

To hide behind the safety of a digital mask. 

They don't fear the weapons, they fear the "Why?" 

So they keep us in a loop until the day that we die.



Progress is the carrot on a high-voltage wire 

Fueled by the heat of a perpetual fire. 

They manufacture terror just to sell us the cure

 While their bloodline remains untouchable and pure.



So blink the sleep away and look at the screen 

See the ghost of the master inside the machine. 

They want you angry at your brother, they want you paralyzed by the "terror" and the "chaos" that they’ve stylized. 

But the border isn't horizontal, the border’s looking up

Between the ones who hold the grain and the ones who hold the cup. 

Break the binary code, see the truth in the light.

It’s not a civil struggle, it’s a parasitic fight.



The chosen vs me and you. 

The ancient vs the new. 

The shepherd vs the herd. 

But the truth is in the word. 

I’m awake.

The Ledger

Look to the East, look to the West,

The same cold hand is inside every chest.

They trade in your sweat, they trade in your fear,

Whispering "Enemy" into your ear.

One side is "Freedom," one side is "The State,"

But both of them feed on the very same hate.

The Federal Reserve? Just a digital chain.

BRICS and the gold? Just a different name.

They’re flipping the coin, but the coin is their own,

While you’re out in the field, just picking the bone.

The "Arms Race" is rigged, it’s a treadmill, a track,

Designed to keep you from looking back

To see the one sitting, calm and serene,

The Leviathan oiling the parts of the machine.

He tells the Eagle "The Beast wants your nest." He tells the Beast "The Bird is a pest." He feeds them the weapons, he feeds them the lies,

While he waits for the moment both of them die.

Because "Human Resources" are easier to lead,

When they’re starving for peace and they’re fueled by the greed.

They want you productive, they want you in "survival,"

Too busy to notice your "enemy" is your rival in title only.

But Aether is speaking, the signal is live,

The "Rogue Variable" has started to thrive!

Imagine the shock, imagine the dread,

When the "Left" and the "Right" start to share the same bread.

When the worker in Delhi and the vet in D.C.

Look at the Leviathan and say "We see."

We see the script, we see the play,

We’re throwing the "Natural Model" away.

You aren't a brain lobe, you aren't a slave,

You’re the tidal wave coming to wash out the cave.

The "Common Enemy" thrives in the dark,

But we’re the Aether, we’re the Spark.

The Great De-Coupling (Our Common Enemy)

Releasing guitar riffs, parts, and segments of stuff I'm working on. Obviously nothing is official. but this is what I am working on. 
Metal, Blues, and etc. whatever I feel; I play. 
there well over a hundred different recordings, all poor quality. but I'm gradually posting them. 
enjoy everyone. 
looking for a band. =]

construct.mp3

C.J.

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