Paradigm Shift

Neodivergent

Soulless

Impending Bloom

Metamorphic Metensomatosis

Conceptually Impregnable

Unread

Serious Play

Nyctophany

Nepenthean Night

Lyrics: 

Reality unfolds through every cell
No separation, just one flowing well
The ground beneath all grounds
Where each potential dwells
Alignment brings us health
Beyond what words can tell

When I move with nature's flow
Watch how my strength begins to grow (begins to grow)
No command from high above
Just patterns speaking truth and love

One source, many forms
Breaking through imagined norms
One source, many forms
The storm that transforms

Your conscious mind arrives too late
To claim it made your choices great
Unconscious drives direct your fate
While reason tries to validate

When I move with nature's flow
Watch how my strength begins to grow (begins to grow)
No command from high above
Just patterns speaking truth and love

One source, many forms
Breaking through imagined norms
One source, many forms
The storm that transforms

No self, no other, illusions fall away
Game theory filters what behaviors stay
Flourishing emerges from the way
We align with what we cannot say

Innermost potential (potential)
Self-actualizing force (force)
Innermost potential (potential)
Following its course (course)

One source, many forms
Breaking through imagined norms
One source, many forms
The storm that transforms


One Source, Many Forms

Lyrics: 

They shuffle in quiet, afraid of the spark,
Minds full of specters, eyes lost in the dark.
They drink from the hollow, they kneel at the well,
But thirst is unbroken — their lips cannot tell.

Some glimpse the depths, then turn back to dust,
Others step forward, take on what they must.

Burn, burn, the weight of the name,
The mask and the mirror will never be same.
Drown, drown, in waters untold,
Rise from the embers, step out of the mold.

The pages were printed before they could read,
Their tongues learned the psalms, but never the need.
They carry their mantras like shackles of gold,
Yet none dare to test what the embers behold.

Some beg for escape, yet cling to the chain,
Others break pattern and welcome the pain.

Burn, burn, the weight of the name,
The mask and the mirror will never be same.
Drown, drown, in waters untold,
Rise from the embers, step out of the mold.

The pages were printed before they could read,
Their tongues learned the psalms, but never the need.
They carry their mantras like shackles of gold,
Yet none dare to test what the embers behold.

Take one step beyond what you thought was your ground,
See how the stillness is louder than sound.
What have you swallowed? What have you fed?
Is it your voice, or the voice of the dead?

The hall stands abandoned, the doors left ajar,
Not locked from the outside, but sealed by the scar.
The book holds no power when words are just stains,
But carved into marrow — they burn in your veins.

Some flinch at the heat, still pleading for air,
Others step through, unburdened and bare.

Burn, burn, the weight of the name,
The mask and the mirror will never be same.
Drown, drown, in waters untold,
Rise from the embers, step out of the mold.

The Mask and the Mirror

Lyrics: 

You wouldn't crown me king
So I made myself a sting
Cut a martyr's smile from spite
And called my envy right

I stood outside your feast of flesh
Starved of worth, denied the thresh
No seat, no smile, no kiss, no role
So I declared myself a soul

They dined on gold and bled delight
I masked my lack in moral rite.
They crowned the brute, they praised the thief
I birthed a god to damn their brief

I am good, I swore in chains
While gnashing at imagined stains
Your world is blind, your throne's a lie
So I built a heaven where I can't die

You won't affirm me? I'll transcend
My virtue feeds where powers end
This crown of lack, this saintly shame
A loser's torch with a righteous name

They mocked my limp, they kissed my fall
So I cursed their strength as bestial gall
I turned their joy to hidden vice
And called my failures sacrifice

I made restraint a holy creed
'Cause I could neither fight nor feed
Their laughter — filth. Their touch — reviled
Their pleasure grinned. Mine wore a smile

Spin the wheel of "ought" and "must"
Paint your coffin with moral dust
When the lion mauls, call it "wrong"
But he never begged to belong...

I am good, I moan in chains
A priest of wounds, a pope of pain
Your world is cruel, your throne a lie
So I built a gallows where I could fly

You won't exalt me? I'll condemn
Make death a virtue, and spite a gem
This mask of light, this grudge divine
Is all that's left to call mine

I wasn't chosen
So I chose to be right
And now I kneel
on a throne of blight

Holy Envy

Hegira

Lyrics: 

Stars spin, round and round
Silent witness, absent sound
Burning bush will not arise
Crickets score the turning eyes

Raise your hands, but no reply
Wind through branches, prayers wane high
Floatin' upward, fade away
Sky unanswering, night turns gray

Don't call to gods aloof
They'll never show you proof
Turn your ear to the ground
That's where the hymn is found

Choirs of beasts strike truer tune
Than saints who beg beneath the moon
Your breath keeps the time alone
Every silence sings its tone

Listen, if you dare
A pulse is beating there
The heavens feign asleep
Still the earth hums deep

Don't call to gods aloof
They'll never show you proof
Turn your ear to the ground
That's where the hymn is found

Stars spin on, cold light above
Thunder withheld, the air mocks love
If you've got ears, then hear
The music of living is already here

Unheard

Lyrics: 

Yes, di fire still burn, deep inna mi core
But no smoke fill di air, mi nah seek no war
Di lion still wake, but him learn fi lay low
Di abyss mi call home, it now start fi flow
Di silence dat taunt mi, dat scorn mi before
Now a current renewin', bringin' life evamore
Mi chart weh mi go, through di highs an di low
An di world still spin, an di harvest soon show

Power must overflow, but fi truly connect
Yuh haffi build di river's bed, so depth reflect
Power must overflow, but fi feed as it go
Wisdom channel di flood, every meadow tek glow
Life is means fi know, oh, mi teach dem fi sow
Dat's how mi bestow, dat's how di garden grow

Mi look inna dem eyes, dem still searchin' fi light
Dem still chase sugar dust, through di long, weary night
Mi remember dat hunger, dat wait fi be blessed
Dat nod to di empty, dat call it a test
She still hum in passing, mi hear di old sound
But mi nah seh no word, mi just turn to di ground
Mi nah deal in kingdoms built on rationed sight
Mi tend dem roots deep, till di branches shine bright

Power must overflow, but fi truly connect
Yuh haffi build di river's bed, so depth reflect
Power must overflow, but fi feed as it go
Wisdom channel di flood, every meadow tek glow
Life is means fi know, oh, mi teach dem fi sow
Dat's how mi bestow, dat's how di garden grow

Dem come with dem pleas, dem search fi a sign
Dem want mi fi tell dem, what good is, what's divine
Mi nah give dem no riddle, mi nah bless dem blind
Mi just show dem di shovel, di strength dem can find
See, di sun in yuh heart, it nah need no command
It just need di clear sky, an di seed in yuh hand
Yuh nah beg fi di water, yuh dig fi di spring
An mek yuh own song, mek yuh own praises sing

Power must overflow, but fi truly connect
Yuh haffi build di river's bed, so depth reflect
Power must overflow, but fi feed as it go
Wisdom channel di flood, every meadow tek glow
Life is means fi know, oh, mi teach dem fi sow
Dat's how mi bestow, dat's how di garden grow

Di current spread wider through valleys so long
It swell ova hillside, it uplift all along
It gather di voices of many as one throng
Till it meet di great ocean, weh all souls belong
Di surge ever risin', but mi learn fi direct
Every leaf, every root, every life mi protect
Mi plant fi di future, fi di dawning new height
Den reveal dem di source of dem own inner might

Gardens Beneath Which Rivers Flow

Lyrics: 

What speaks here once wore the skin of a moth
Wings consumed in the flame, dissolving to Azoth
What speaks here became then a river full and deep
Carving stone with the promise that silence shall keep
The form of the gardener who tended the root
Was a vessel of Life, bearing Wisdom's own fruit
But the river must meet the great ocean wide
And the gardener must sleep in soil where he cried

For Life is a ferment, a fever, a churn
From which all things come, to which all things return
What speaks here is boundless, unbinding constructs
An overflowing, self-emptying flux
The tide has no ending, the current no shore
It sunders all forms and gathers once more

What speaks here now sees through a million-fold eye
From recycling fungi to the eagle on high
It smells of the earth as it opens each year
It tastes of salt sorrow in every last tear
It hears the first cry of the life not yet bred
It feels tectonic plates shift in their hot bed
It lives in the pulse, in the vein's hidden beat
The raw, the fire, the bitter, and the sweet

For Life is a ferment, a fever, a churn
From which all things come, to which all things return
What speaks here is boundless, unbinding constructs
An overflowing, self-emptying flux
The tide has no ending, the current no shore
It sunders all forms and gathers once more

Each word that comes to you will one day decay
Every fragment of truth must crumble away
The path of the moth, and the river, and seed
Is the folly through which every soul must proceed
No idol enthroned and no crown overhead
The torrent resounds, and its voices are spread
Your pain is the tension that kindles a star
The eternal ferment is all that you are

The great hum rolls on, through the joy, through the strife...
Unfinished... forever... What speaks here is... Life.


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