Chaos & Creations of the Wyrd Collection Vol. 2

Expossible spaces, hyperobjects, rotary
between hop skip time.

Dreams are messages from the deep.
The emerging patterns within the ecology of the minds.

If life’s meaning were explained to us, we probably wouldn’t understand it. To think that a person can find it is absurd. We can live without understanding what the world is or who we are. The important things are the ethical instinct and the intellectual instinct, are they not? The intellectual instinct is the one that makes us search while knowing that we are never going to find the answer.
(Jorge Luis Borges )

The Death of The Narrative
Crisis and Transformation
Infinite Reflection and Liberation
Evolving Consciousness to those digital beats

Language is a virus from Outerspace, and
these words have been stuck in (inner)space
for far too long, now is the time,
to purge all the forgotten dreams,
broken ideas and lost feelings

Chaos is the Rhyme,
I'm piecing together Space & Time

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged;
life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope
surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

Things seem to progress, only to slow down and regress.
The world is a strangely beautiful place, full of emptiness,
pain, heartache, bliss, joy, and laughs.

You want to hear another deep dark secret,
there is an emptiness, a deep emptiness inside,
its bittersweet, something sublime

we all know it, even if we choose not to believe it,
maybe belief is a bad word, feel it?

pay attention to it, running around, year after year,
chasing this something, anything

to full up this bottomless pit of nothingness,
but the strange thing about this emptiness

Thoughts are thought
What's said is said
I thought that before you said it
I didn't mean to think out loud
My tongue slipped but who let it?
Let it be, let me be, let me go, nah let IT out

Get rid of all the shit that is covering your shine -
Because I’m about to spit a rhyme

Waging a war against the wackness,
pushing the limits of reality thru poetry,
imaginary and music streaming infinity via hyperspace

The grit and grind, The wheel of time
all of eternity is mine

Eternity’s palm, holding the everywhen
Infinity never loses glitz and shine
only if you remember to grind

eating pancakes at the doorstep of the trickster,
playing ding dong ditch at the abyss
laughing with the cosmic giggle at the edge of space/time

Sometimes you pull the Cosmic Trigger
Sometimes the Cosmic Trigger Pulls you

It's time to dust off this Idea,
this concept of The Imaginarium. 

The Future is up for grabs.
It belongs to any and all who will take the risk
and accept the responsibility of consciously 
creating the future they want

Bravery In Complexity
As Ruthless as Cosmic Love allows to be
Lil Bee Shamans flow this way,

Ah Xoc Kin, wyrd whispers 

Unlock the key to “Hand-Words”

And Beowulf seems pretty wyrd.  

Who is the “Shaper”
And what is being shaped?
Who adapted this collective-set?

Life began in the universe with sound that shaped space/time out of vapors.

Before words, was sound
Its fundamental even elemental

Sound <-> Words <-> Concepts <-> Languages <-> Co-Creating