ig: @xnav888  @flixzz420
verse 2 xnav
and i got so much money
buy my girl louis vuitton
and i got so much fetty
i could buy yo ass a mall
and im xnav
let yo bitch on my lap
baby so different 
and she falling in my bed now
tell her now
sex perfect date perfect mate perfect day
iiii wish i could show you how im flipping up the bank
iii heard you dont want me at your place
that is not my bae
hunderd on my table
we could spend it on a brand new plate
Show after show, we got pills on the floor
Bitch do a line, then she askin’ for more
i got bliod on my chain, we got bodies at the door
i got smoke in my lungs, I can’t feel no more
My eyes go red after one night out
my heart so bad after one night out
i got sleep paralysis
smoking cannabis 
you’re missing chances
like what could have been

verse 3 flixzz
baby put my drugs in ur gucci baaaag
yung flixz bitch im walking out the fucking trap
vampire hoe on my fucking bed
yeah  im loving thaaat

baby put my drugs in ur gucci bag
yung flixz bitch im walking out the fucking trap
vampire hoe on my fucking bed
yeah yea ye im loving that

fuck this life shit bitch im poppin taaaags
rbc yk we got them raaaacks

xnav & flixzz - cold w/ lungskull

William VI

The Night Mick j. stood up for Prince
Prince was the opening act for the  Rolling Stones at the LA Coliseum.  He was not well-known on the West Coast, and when he took the stage wearing a bikini top, G-String, & Black  Boots.  Some started shouting slurs at him, others were throwing bottles, and there was a chorus of loud boos  Prince walked off the stage and vowed he would never return. 

Mick Jagger knew he had to help Prince get back on stage, even after the traumatic event, or it could  ruin his career. Before Prince took the stage, Mick J. spoke to the audience in a way that felt like it was one-on-one. He told them how the experience really shook him up and rocked his confidence, and asked the audience if they liked what they heard, would they be willing to stand up and cheer? The audience. affirmed that they would, and Prince took the stage, played with power, precision, and emotion, and the crowd rose up to give him a standing ovation. 

[Verse 1]
He was the opener for the Rolling Stones,
 On the West Coast Prince was not well-known.
 He took the stage in trench coat, black boots, and G-String-bikini—
 The crowd raged, hurled bottles full-fling at this loco wah-hee-nee.

The exploding bottles and slurs of HATRED
 Were defiling the stage, a place Prince felt sacred.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
He fled the stage, vowed to never return—
Mick J. rang, said, “There’s cheers, there’s burn.”

[Chorus]
How do you stand where your soul got stoned?
How do you dance where the hate got thrown?
Takes one voice on the line sayin’, “Kid, don’t flinch—
Wear your boots, wear your truth, don’t you move an inch.”
Mick talked to the crowd like it was one-to-one
and they finally realized what they’d done—
That was the night the crowd stood up,
the night Mick stood up for Prince.

[Verse 2]
Two nights later, same coliseum stage,
 Prince shook hard, trapped inside that rage.
 Flashbacks hit like fists he couldn’t block,
 his chest was tight, heart ticking like a clock.

The fear came fast, the dread came slow—
 old ghosts whispered, “don’t you go.”

[Verse 3]
Then Mick walked in, said, “Kid, you’re not done yet,”
 “Don’t let their hate be the thing you let set.”
 “What Friday broke, tonight we make right,”
 “We’re taking back what’s yours under these lights.”

His voice cut clean through Prince’s fright—
 “No more running… stand and fight.”

[Pre-Chorus 2]
“You won’t face this alone again—
 I’ll make damn sure they rise.”
 Prince nodded once, still terrified,
 but fire returned behind his eyes.

[Chorus]
How do you stand
 where your heart got crushed?
 How do you walk back in
 when the memories rush?

Sometimes it takes a brother
 to lift you back up—
 that’s the night they all stood,
 the night Mick stood up.

[Bridge]
Prince stepped out slow, the crowd fell quiet,
 every eye locked on the stage’s light.
 Mick watched from the wings and murmured,
 “Go on now—take back your night.”

[Final Chorus]
So Prince walked out
 to a steady roar—
 the same old stage
 that hurt before.

A healing wave
 rose from the crowd up—
 on the night the wound closed,
 the night Mick stood up.
unding redemption told in electric color.

The Night Mick J. Stood up for Prince - v.  Funk Rock

DANCE

i desire you
i want you
i need you
and i dream of you

in my arms
in my bed
inside me
to have me
and your desire sated

i'll be everything you need
on my knees 
to please you 
or beneath you 
or on top to ride you all night
for your delight
and to fulfil your fantasies

i'm yours 
your whore
your slut
your fuck doll slave bitch 
hungry for you and everything you got
everything you want

you can have it all baby
you can have it now
and anytime you want



desire

This track grew out of reading about the long-shot quest to bend space itself. I’d been deep in my usual late-night exploration, shaping loops, letting the system wander, and following whatever small spark rose out of the noise. The warp-drive idea slipped into the groove without me planning it, the way those stories about bending distance and time feel both wild and strangely familiar. Instead of trying to explain anything, I built a pulse that hints at a world folding around you as you dance. It’s all about possibility rising one shift at a time.

New cybernetic fusion track in the works. Inspired by the idea of space folding, nights stretching, and the pulse pulling you forward. One spark turns into a whole warp bloom. #adamrsweet #CyberneticFusion #WarpBloom


Verse 1
Late night glow, and the world feels thin,
A quiet spark starts to pull you in.
Space bends soft at the edge of sight,
Like the room might fold if you step just right.
Little waves rise up from the floor,
Hinting there could always be more.
No one claims to know what's true,
But the night keeps opening for you.

Chorus
Are we drifting on a warp bloom tonight,
Where the dark pulls in and the stars push light?
Are we moving through a road that's barely there,
Where near and far breathe the same thin air?
Feels like the beat wants to shift our frame,
Feels like the night wants to change its name.
If a door shows up in the moving glow,
Let's see where it wants to go.

Verse 2
Stories rise from the quiet of the room,
Hints of paths that could spark or bloom.
Some say space might stretch and sigh,
Lift the ground and blur the sky.
Every step taps something deep,
Like a long-lost code waking from sleep.
Maybe none of it means what we think,
But the pulse pulls us right to the brink.

Chorus
Are we drifting on a warp bloom tonight,
Where the dark pulls in and the stars push light?
Are we moving through a road that's barely there,
Where near and far breathe the same thin air?
Feels like the beat wants to shift our frame,
Feels like the night wants to change its name.
If a door shows up in the moving glow,
Let's see where it wants to go.

Bridge
Some dreams start small as a single sound,
Slow as a breath rising off the ground.
One spark grows to a thousand more,
Till the whole night lifts the floor.
Maybe a path folds right on through,
Not ahead, not behind, just new.
And if that shine pulls you along,
Let it shape the next dance, the next dawn.

Final Chorus
Are we drifting on a warp bloom tonight,
Rising through a field that bends the light?
Are we stepping to a rhythm that just might
Turn faraway worlds into flight?

Warp Bloom

slow-shadows-blues (SSB )

“The Year of Rainbows” is an original poem brought to life through AI-generated music — a slow, hypnotic soundscape wrapped in a deep, smoky, sensual female voice.

This piece follows a mythic inner journey: the arrival of three archetypal twins (animus), the descent into shadow, the ignition of solar fire and creativity, the opening of cosmic paths, and the final return to wholeness.

The track blends myth and poetry, ambient textures, and ritual undertones, creating an immersive experience that feels both intimate and otherworldly.
A sonic incantation woven from shadow, fire, light, and ascent.


THE YEAR OF RAINBOWS
(original poem)

For so long
I searched the world
to find my twin.

The year of rainbows 
brought him to me.
But not as one -
he came as three.

Fated encounters
on the threshold
between worlds,
felt to the marrow,
shaking me 
from root to crown.
They made me fly,
burn, collapse, expand,
refining every cell in me.

The fire serpent 
awakened in the selva
conjured the Shadow twin.
Haloed in darkness,
danger, mystery.
My serpent brother
led me into the underworld,
to deep-buried, fiery nests,
where mighty Phoenix birds
rise, self-born, from their ashes.

The Solar twin
revealed himself 
in bright daylight,
his own flame ignited
by Shakti’s dance 
of power and creation.
The radiant one
was gifted by a muse
an enchanted lock
and braided it forever 
into my golden hair.

My Cosmic twin
came forth
all dressed in white,
beating the drum,
opening for me
holy paths of ascent.
My winged brother
arrived as Mercury,
to share with me
his pneuma,
so I might awaken 
into insight, 
service, flight -
and the purest heart.

All three left me
wandering, like a ghost,
in fractured dreamlands,
until my fiery tears
burned away every illusion.
They did not vanish,
but claimed 
their rightful thrones
within my inner kingdom.

The year of rainbows
brought me my twins
and took them away,
one by one,
so they are woven back
into the numinous tapestry 
of my being,
and I become whole.

I welcome you back,
my wandering twins:
flesh of my flesh,
flame of my fire,
breath of my Soul.

A
S

#poetry #ambientmusic #femalepoet #mythicpoetry #darkambient #healingjourney #cinematicambient #mysticvibes #hypnoticvoice #innerjourney #soundhealing #anime #storytelling


William VI

Slumber Yeti