a borealis at the outer rim is trailing wailing rpm's caressing blessings closing in while the counter claim is coming out of hours underscored out backdoors heading toward outcast directions unexplored in sunlight so stunning a silhouette's only a reflection of an epileptic disconnection at a five point intersection as the psyche begins numbing and escapes desperate fingertips longing for the coveted myth leaving a lingering lift with nothing but detached existence but the polarized always attract so relaxed and retracting back to the blacked out contract offering unparalleled independence outside the outer tension in a motionless suspension it's merging into redemption but it's only a vision
elevator brain, braided three by five ignore the thirteenth floor, continue to rise past plato's cave and socratic lore past the burning bush's divine decor and put your dna into the hotwired array and play the silicone crossword crochet cos the finest scientist cannot allay moisture and metal combining to decay elevator brain, braided three by five the fifteen paths to elevated mind combine into a charged neural machine occupying oblivion and everything between prayers and escalating stairs and theory and ancient history and channel four and raw iron ore and those abhored and adored
on every reveling weekend wishes poured in fountains from cents wasted but washed, funding contentment, finding residence under a pained undertone on paper discarding charcoal grain discolored into distorted tinged grey stains on a soul heavier than gold atoning accountable time, the crime committed multiplied along the divide but it's about bandwidth integrity occupies, at least in my eyes
we're on I-40 east with only forty miles to go and though the caliente fantasy is fogging the window the intake is synthetic throat thunder while her fingernails navigate the wire tundra and the engine's running and home is lightyears away and our arms are along the rim of the milky way I gotta reach out, I gotta grab the blush scarlatta I gotta wrap her in an eloquent, scaled sonata within an ambience parallel solar flare the feeling of fire feeding off the air and while getting close, I'm getting tied into her clothes and tossed into the backseat while the car coasts into constellations, into telescopes into hypothetics cynics revoke lula, who's to say this can't exist?
I love the relationships between words within your lines... "scaled sonata," "elevator brain, braided," "relaxed and retracting back"... all very beautiful
[and while getting close, I'm getting tied into her clothes and tossed into the backseat while the car coasts into constellations, into telescopes into hypothetics cynics revoke lula, who's to say this can't exist?] This is absolutely incredible. Very very inspiring. So was this.... [between prayers and escalating stairs and theory and ancient history and channel four and raw iron ore and those abhored and adored] Excellent new stuff, but I expect no less.
thanks for the replies, guys! Lula is a personal fav of mine... if anyone's interested in listening to it... it's here, and it rocks (imo, of course, haha) with big guitars, big drums, a huge huge fuzz bass, and a semi-buried vocal: http://www.mixposure.com/song.php?songid=16412 Elevator Brain is done as well, but unposted; it's for our die hard fans only, which as concerns this site, pm me and I'll send it to ya The other two are currently being worked on; but yeah, these are all songs
Man, quite a cadence throughout and lots of forking expansive images, in outer. I love the rhythm, in the first offering, and how everything flows without feeling too structured. These were my favorite two stanzas.
