NO ORBIT.
make your own way on the path before you. your light shines before all your energy field is sacred peace be, egoless self clear airspace all skies safe, my brothers before me as we each are mirrors. 333 Open on all channels
Ready to receive And we're not at the mercy Of your shimmers or spells Your shimmers or spells We are of the earth To her we do return The future is inside us It's not somewhere else One day at a time We call upon the people People have this power The numbers don't decide Your system is a lie We'll take back what is ours One day at a time think of every breath you take
as if it's the last one may you never second guess where peace comes from. Amber crystallized in time
the tide is getting further Nothing repairs the past in her eyes are the words you maneuvered. Listening to Disposition slowed While Little Wing riffs in the background I can feel a sense of peace Coming to stillness Sound can bend time Solace Time in reflection You've done this before, she said to herself. The gongs and golden bowls A time for healing The time cycles The time is now. Shot you in the back of the head
But there was no one there to know Morose I shrugged onward Just another body count It's every Saturday night and the time sure is wrong
Time to get uptight and along, alone Ask every Saturday night while the time sure is wrong Having fun So get along, alone, now alone Alone now Alone And the voice comes disembodied Nothing there but you can hear it You know how to numb the wound But you don't know how to heal it Tryin' waiting for hours, days and years You keep waiting but no one's ever gonna show up here Please don't love me because, Don't love me because You're through hating you Please don't love me because You're through hating you You're through hating you DARK ACHAMOTH BOHEMIAN DAUGHTER ENERGETIC BEACON "THE ITERATIONS WILL CONDUCT THEMSELVES SUBJUNCTIVELY," SAID THE FUTURE TO THE PAST. THERE WAS DEFINITELY NAVIGATIONAL EQUIPMENT IN WALES, SEPT 2013. THE SKY WAS SO BEAUTIFUL.
TEMPESTUOUS AND PROFANE. AS VOLATILE AS THE SEA WITHOUT THE CADENCE. THE SKY COULD MORPH INTO ANYTHING. WIND SYLPHS, SPHERICAL SURELY... 15 years old listening to this on repeat because it felt like home.
No one's picking up the phone Guess it's me and me And this little masochist She's ready to confess All the things that I never thought That she could feel desire, who are you
where is the truth in your lies your life, an artifice, is a dark grave and in the light, i can never be ignored Are you a doubter
questioning, constantly? Let what is in your mind GO You are beautiful, artistically inspired, Brave. Go before you and bow at your Love and humility at the Grace in your presence Truly Blessed. love is a complicated
emotion when mixing teams the players and the played two players must reach an impasse to meet at a mutual respect. love at is is known now is a construct socially engineered for conformity love unending is universal and knows no wrong forgives all for in knowing self one knows the darkness of another. On the right path... A journey for moral integrity: Apathy➡Ambivalence➡Scrupulosity➡Penitence➡Atonement➡Meditation➡Divination
On the left path... A journey for self actualization: Detachment➡Escapism➡Dissimulation➡Subversion➡Prevarication➡Narcissism➡Megalomania And of course, the center point... The void: Nihilism. I believe as we journey through life, we all begin at some point of this spectrum and the game is to find counterparts that are compatible with us as we continue to phase through each stage. I believe the world has been accustomed to the "right path" for as long as our generation has been alive, but things have now shifted to the "left path" and we are suspended in a state of challenging tradition, religion, and what was once taught as "morality." We choose to bind ourselves to the known for fear of liberation in the unknown. Dare to dream. Who knows how many nights we have left to do so. By @himynameismeivaughn your whole life
is sounding a gong innovate or die change the ties that bind are a trap worthy is the individual of free movement. |
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