Name: solving equations by *~versewielder~*
Duration: 4 min 36 s
Description: smooth strumming' and kool-aid sippin'; a mind is a terrible thing to waste

i have something to say…. it is the illusory time and the metaphysical place. dope

smooth strumming' and kool-aid sippin'; a mind is a terrible thing to waste

solving equations

another native american  Jam for the warriors 

Akicita

An album of ambient music inspired on the Irish, Gaelic tradition with calm and inspiring themes close to the power of nature, with violins, hards, and a lot of luck.

Rún na gCnámh


Because Gladys is my middle name, and "Sonder" is a magic feeling of knowing wonder--when each stranger you see is the main character of their own life, and you are merely an extra in their story... The word was coined by author John Koenig and first appeared in "The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows", a project that creates names for emotions that don't have one  🕳️🐇 

Gipsy Burlesque Blues Dream @bananasutra EPx14 #lyrics (variations):

[Intro – Down the Rabbit Dream] 
The curtain breathes smoke, the dream’s out of tune, Gladys sings sideways beneath the fool moon. Mister White Rabbit spins clocks out of thin sand, time melts in mirrors all over the land. The Chessshire Cat strips in a glitch ’n bitch show, Whispering, “Truth’s just a pathetic trick, meow.” And Gladys keeps falling, big heart in her hand, into the bassline bloom of Sonderland. 

[Chorus 1 – The Dance of Sonder] 
Gladys in Sonderland, dance out of line, chase that White Rabbit with a glass of wine. Truth traded by cocky kings and sons, Love is fool, woke… screw their whacky plans. Oh laugh, my loves, the joke’s still grand, we all fall slow in Sonderland.

[Bridge – The Burlesque of Empathy] 
Contempt kills the courage meant to soothe, Fear builds a cage on a stage, proof. The Cat draws claws in nonsense sand, the Queen flips hearts like contraband. And Sonder sighs, and Gladys sings with the band: Love that sees, not love that blinds, unchains the demons from our minds.

[Final Chorus – The Carnival Crescendo] Gladys in Sonderland, lift up your mask, toast to the fools who dare to ask. White Rabbit’s gone, the clocks are banned, we measure love by gone grains of sand. So laugh, my loves, the truth’s divine, the heart’s a door, swing open wide. Gladys in Sonderland, you understand: we fall to rise, we blend to mend.

[Outro – The Curtain Closes, or Maybe Opens] The Queen wipes the blood from her wonder lips. The Cat hums an old stolen hymn, its grin dissolving from outside to in. Gladys stands amazed, champagne in her hand, and bows to the holes of Sonderland. She laughs… It’s absurd, but it’s hers, this plan, to lose herself just to understand… “Every fall’s a beginning; Blessed be holes, Son.” 

🥂 🎶


[10] Gladys in Sonderland • SHOWsutra Psychedelic Gipsy Cello Waltz INDIE BURLESQUE

Tamaam e Naatamaam

I’ve been trying to find you, lost in my heart,
Walkin’ these back roads, takin’ life where it starts.
The forest is dense, and the trees are alive,
And each step I’m takin’ reminds me I’m right where I thrive...
I’m trimming some branches to help clear the way,
Making room for the sunlight to brighten my day.
Don’t know where I'm headed, but I’ll take what may...
If not for tomorrow, then just for today…


You're in my dreams, your smile so bright,
In my dreams I hold you close every night...
Not rushing forever, not chasing time...

Just feeling the moment where your heartbeat...
meets mine...



The road might be rugged, but I’ve learned to stay strong,
Taking each curve with grace, as I have all along..

There’s peace in the journey, no hurry, no fear,
And somehow the path gets clearer...
when you’re near...
No need for chasing or losing control,
Just two open hearts finding somewhere to go.
I’ll walk in the sunrise, whatever the day,
Let the wild keep rhythm, our hearts lead the way.


‘Cause I see you in my dreams, your smile so bright,
In my dreams,
I hold you, close at night.
Not rushing forever, not chasing time...
Just feeling the moment where your heartbeat meets mine...


If the woods start to darken, I won’t lose my ground,
I’ve walked through the shadows, I know my way around.
With the calm of the night and the rise of the dawn,
I’ll keep moving forward, come what may, I'm here for tomorrow,  not just for a day..


Oh, I see you in my dreams...
your smile so bright,
In my dreams I hold you, close...
each and every night.
Not holding too tightly, letting my soul be the guide,
Wherever it leads us, I’m good with the ride.
We’re not here forever, tomorrow’s not guaranteed...
Emotions grow stronger when the heart sows the seed...


Not Just For Today

I wish I wish (Michael Schäfen)

Hassan Shamaeezadeh - Ghazalak | حسن شماعی زاده - غزلک

This album is the fifth descent in our mythic archive. It begins with elders humming beneath stone, warbands forgetting the fire, and children naming silence. Horns echo in ash, grief refuses to die, and silence demands to be heard.

By the final chapters, ash remembers the sky, flame holds the names, and silence transforms into song. The warband carves regret, elders burn for memory, and grief speaks in fire. The saga closes with Track 20: The Flame That Listened Still, where flame becomes eternal listener—carrying grief into unity, not despair.

It is a ritual of endurance and transcendence: grief is not erased, but transformed into memory, song, and flame.

The Ash That Remembered the Sky

I Miss You, I'm Sorry

a/k/a CHRIS CYPHER
[FUTURE_WITCH\TRICK]
author of 'LANTERNGLASS'
and
'an UNASSEMBLED VERSE'
verseweld.substack.com

solving equations

~versewielder~

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