SILENT NODE

On a silent node, soundly we're sleeping
floating forth, no longer dreaming
when I awoke, what was I seeing?
My life emotes the darkness I'm fearing

On a silent node, soundly we're sleeping
floating forth, no longer dreaming
when I awoke, the sentience nearing
my life emotes the darkness I'm fearing

Silent Node

QUALM

Why the undercoat? Do you wonder why it's cold?
Why the overcoat? Do you wonder why feel the cold?

Why the overalls? Do you wonder why we hurt?
Why the stethoscope? Do you ever why we feel the hurt?
Before it all goes to hell

We will change in time

Have you ever wondered why we're dancing cosmically?
Have you ever wondered why we're shaping the unseen?
Have you ever wondered why we're always on repeat?
Have you ever wondered why, wondered why, ever wondered?

It's a blue feeling
for the more we remember it all, we forget

Qualm

VARDØGR

A forerunner to senses failed
a forerunner to time unveiled
the running of minds buried through shine
displaying a certain quality of non-locality

Well the super p (position) is a super c (condition)

Vardøgr

NECROMANCER

We are all little busy beavers gnawing at the legs of all the dream weavers
We are all too tired and dreary-eyed to hear the yawning of father time
We are all are own mass deceivers, our little tiny heads are wired to transceivers
We are all either takers or leavers wandering about awaiting gatekeepers

But if we palantir the thought we'd see the necromancer
observation
interpretation
perspective

And so the road before whom all must someday go
will shine with tithing of answers to all secrets held
the sun and moon eclipse upon the babbling flume
divides the darkness before whom all must someday go

Necromancer

THREEFOLD MIND

Invasive life mustn't overrun
we are planted seeds
prescribing thoughts mustn't override 
we will name the stars

Fill your lives, your time can only come with a threefold mind

Forgotten ways, we must overcome
we can lead the charge
with exo-life we can overturn 
we must beat the odds 

Fill your lives, your time will only come with a threefold mind
fill your lives, your shine will only come with a threefold mind

We will see with our minds, not our eyes as per request 
visioneering, eye-lids sealing, now we're kneeling towards the edge
blindly teaching, comfortably steeping in the ponds of our error
no more dreaming, no more seeking, no more feeling unprepared 

You will not last forever
even stars don't last forever
gravity will sometime fade
inept to fathom the decay

Radiation will sing
soaring, surging into nothing
holographic projections
will define your very perception  
 
Humans and the protomonolith	

All we know is what we are willing to show for human growth
our progress stunted but there's hope, we're standing and reflecting
on which what we must invoke, instill upon our bleeding throats
two words in which we must promote, honest and objective

Will we become
... what we dream?
... what we are?
... what we must?

Threefold Mind

WARGS OR SCIENCE?

Did not give a warning
did not sound a bell
no sirens
silence
all alone

Forging through the winds
sailing with the red
aimless
thoughtless 
knowledge

Don't want to know if
don't care to know if
wouldn't want to know if
provided and presented

Don't care to know if
wouldn't want to know if
maybe I want to know if
decided and definite

Plenty of rocks to make rock and roll come to waking life
plenty of air to make dreamy sounds sublimate time
plenty of room in the magical fabric of spacetime
plenty of light to illuminate single-celled life

Violence
silence
not alone

Wargs Or Science?

ORIGINS

On a moonlit night in the valley 
enchanted hillside, sacred river, and spring

a mighty frog croaked, and then the trees spoke
there was grass smoked by the one who woke first

In a minute there will be another magic moonset

A wispy fog set, an eerie breeze crept
upon the tent set, breathing life to the campfire

In a minute there will be another round planet

It was from these lands that the comet found a grip on Earth and seeded everyone
it was from these lands that the stars evolved, a cyclical part of everyone
it was from these lands that the mind evolved, a meta world inside of everyone
it was from these lands that the comet found a home on Earth and seeded everyone

So many stories to be told
so many feelings to behold
too many beliefs misconstrue
too much thought can blind from the truth

Finding it out a little more
each day finding it out a little more

Origins

USURPER

Is there a way to get the culture down, to know it well and be part of it all?
Instead of wading through the public face, an endless chase, ceaseless race in my mind

The chosen path, the patient wanderer, the seeing stone, cast off deep to the night
When folding minds we stop the usurper, the conqueror, bleak though strength in the fight

Admittedly, it isn't going well, it's difficult, it's so hard to explain
We find ourselves at odds with living well, and staying well, that's less hard to explain

Closing in upon the goals we make, the fun we paced, designation of time
We understand we mustn't hesitate, we must embrace, origins of our kind

Usurper is that ride that makes cliche seem like rarity
far from the gentle push, a nudge, juggling every want and need
Usurper won't abide by thee, siphoning the very air to breathe
don't question the only relief, surrender the thought to concede 

This world, is palpable
I feel wonderful

Usurper won't bequeath a sheath, cutting its way into the meat
twisting the blade upon the flesh, corrupting every life through greed
Usurper won't abide by thee, siphoning the very air to breathe
don't question the only relief, surrender the thought to concede 

This world, is palpable
I feel wonderful

Usurper

HIGHBORN

In the dual nature of thought
the heart will know the truth
mother culture has misled 
all logic misconstrued

If half of what we know is true
then reason must protrude
from our waking heads
by the likes of the mushroom

We're the imagination of ourselves

Suffering is a benevolent illusion

To what do I owe the pleasure?
This knowledge need not be so hard to find

We're the imagination of ourselves
I'm the exaggeration of myself

Highborn

The cumulative effort of old friends expressing a thought on the origin and future of humankind.

Moon - Watcher