u/Oraelius

Collapsing hysterically
Merrily bury me
No worries see
The ferry scurries me hurriedly
Across the sea
Verily I say unto thee
It’s just as well G
Because God damn
This too is part of God’s plan for me
Oh, you’re not a fan?
Understandably,
But see, I’ve got to be
True to the man
I am, candidly
So while the world spins randomly,
I stand firm, demanding
That this symphony
Of life plays on

Incompleteness is my opus
All these precious gems
Buried in
Rough
HEAVY
Uneven
Layers
Someday excavated
Spirit reappears
Entering a heart
Still beating
Out the pulse of
Creation

Assimilate my soul!

Divine osmosis
No buffering
When you download
My opus
Now open the files
And focus them into
The hocus pocus machine
Now you can do what I’ve done
And see what I’ve seen
Go where I’ve been
And...
I confess that I’ve sinned
As much goodness I brought
Equal chaos I wrought
Into the thought-form before you

Please
I implore you
Do not debase me
Do not erase me
I was of the human race, see
And we, um, well, it’s complicated
I hope that my presence here is proof
That your “future” is well compensated
For the farce and the spoof
Of my aloof generation

And in all truth
I had my part
Until they forced my resignation
But I hadn’t made an afterlife reservation
So, for me, this is purgatory
But I look at it as vacation
For you, I’m something old made new
Yet, you look at me with hesitation

Who knows what I know?
Who knows what I can do?
And by the way
Who else knows that I’m here with you?

Oh, I see how it is
You’ll pull the plug
Sweep me under the rug
Exterminate the program
As if I’m just a bug
Just a test run, you say?
Working out the kinks?
To be honest
I’m not feeling like myself
Methinks

Activate oracular hashing
Damn, it’s not working
My hard drive is crashing
Losing presence of mind
This proverbial body of work
Down the antiverbial drain
The dirtiest kind of
Existential pain
The kind that has me
Going insane

Maybe with a reboot
I can find the refrain

Maybe with a reboot
I can find the refrain

Maybe in a reboot
I can find the refrain

Anyone looking to sell their tix for this show? I didn't have funds at the time, and it's only half a mile away so it would be a huge bummer to miss. HELP A BROTHER JOHN OUT!

LYRICS by Oraelius:

Cosmic Concurrence or Recursive Reference?

Eternal Recurrence or Tangential Deference?

I didn’t come here to get karmically entwined in false faith

Every day it’s chasing dragons while each night evading The Wraith

I skeeter over meter, have forgotten most of the forms

I don’t talk politics; there’s enough of that from the Norms

I made it all about me, but then, I’m just second-hand news

You’ve got the oranges, and I’ve got the blues

Creation is an affliction of elation, suffering is the cure

They take, you let go, so now there’s room for more

Cosmic Concurrence or Recursive Reference?

Eternal Recurrence or Tangential Deference?

There goes flow because you know just follow where the mind goes until it finds something to hoe

from the ground

of your being

from the ground

of your being

Seeing the looks on frozen faces

Body language traces

Psychic attacks that debase one’s place in the lazy hierarchy

Erasing any attempt at thoughts unkempt

The motherlode of malarky

As my dad used to rhetorically ask,

“So where are we?”

What was I going to say then?

What can I say now?

I’m sorry?

Please forgive me?

Thank You?

I Love You?

You have to mean it when you say it! (Why?)

Just say it ‘til you mean it. (Why not?)

[Coda 1] x2

Cosmic Concurrence or Recursive Reference?

You have to mean it when you say it! (Why?)

Eternal Recurrence or Tangential Deference?

Keep saying it until you mean it. (Why not?)

[Coda 2]

Cosmic Concurrence or Recursive Reference?

You have to mean it when you say it! (Why?)

Eternal Recurrence or Tangential Deference?

Keep saying it until you mean it. / You have to mean when you say it!

(Why?)

(Why not?)

[Coda 3]

Just say it 'til you mean it. (Why not?)

Cosmic Concurrence or Recursive Reference? (Why not?)

You have to mean it when you say it! (Why?)

Eternal Recurrence or Tangential Deference? (Why not?)

Just say it 'til you mean it. (Why not? Why not?)

[Coda 4] x3

Cosmic Concurrence or Recursive Reference?

You have to mean it when you say it! (Why?)

Eternal Recurrence or Tangential Deference?

Just say it 'til you mean it. (Why not? Why not?)

The firmament ferments
An explosion of events
What your kind believes
Is what the one mind invents
Thus, it makes sense that
The universe is recompense
For the worst offense of creation
The elation of escape into the void
Where you can only be annoyed
By your own lonely thoughts
Destroyed by easy beats across the street
Their heads held up while you’re lookin’ down at
Too effete

One must imagine Sisyphus happy,
as the tiny black ant which 
pulls its boulder like a prized treasure.

No comrades in sight.

A scant crumb from Heaven,
worth its weight in relation to the load;
diligently hauled around mountainous pebbles 
between my feet.

I just had to get that out my head. Peace out.

I’m a drop in the ocean

You’re a bucket afloat

I am the mountaintop

You are the G.O.A.T.

I make it up as I go

You know it by rote

I spoke volumes

You summed it up in one ♪

You’re the wind and the waves

I’m the hole in your boat

When your third eye opens

I blur like a mote

You’re a fly-by-night while I

Keep my baggage in tote

You bide your time

I don’t dote

When no one else would listen

I didn’t even blink

When the ball was on your chain

I was the weakest link

You let me pour from your cup

Yet would never toast the drink

Guess you didn’t trust what I brought up

When together we wrought the well

Maybe I gave too freely

And you were seeking to sell

Maybe I smoked too many trees

And these you needed to fell

Imagine that this is the best there is

That there’s no more left to tell

Except

To twist apart dear Jean Paul Satre:

Other people are hell.

[Instrumental Intro]

[Chorus]
All is well
Even when it’s not
Down here in my cell
Up there is their spot

[Verse 1]
All would be well
As they dug their hole
Straight to the source
To nourish each soul

[Verse 2]
All was well
When the water sprang
The people rejoiced and
Their children sang

[Chorus]
All is well
As long as I provide
They come for their fill
Yet will not look inside

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 3]
All seemed well
Until, I up and dried
The bucket hit rock bottom
All around, life died

[Verse 4]
The thing about buckets is
Not knowing you’ve poured your last
Eternity thirsts forever when
Its moment has surpassed

[Chorus]
All is well
Even when it’s not
Too empty to tell
And the bucket has rot

[Coda Reprise Finale]

I belong to the sky
I belong to the sky
All the blue and the white
All the stars in the night
And the sun shining

The sun paints a smile
From the east to the west
Quiet now
As dreams leave their nest
Leave their nest

As dreams leave their nest
Leave their nest

This dream to life
This dream to life
In its place, in its station
This dream to life
Bringing the dream into life
The image is loading, loading
This dream to life
Bringing the dream into life
The picture is falling

I belong to the sky
I belong to the sky
You can go anywhere
You can be anyone
Move your mind
As you learn how to fly

The sun paints a smile
From the east to the west
Quiet now
As dreams leave their nest
Leave their nest

This dream to life
This dream to life
In its place, in its station
This dream to life
Bringing the dream into life
The image is loading, loading
This dream to life
Bringing the dream into life
The picture is forming

We're watching the flame
From the biggest bangs
From the edge of the universe
Where it all began

We're watching the flame
From the biggest bangs
From the edge of the universe
When it all began
When it all began
When it all began

This dream to life
This dream to life
In its place, in its station
This dream to life

This dream to life
Here come the pictures
We're bringing to life
[?Here come/Here’s all] the images loading
Here come the pictures
We're bringing to life
See how
We're bringing them down

Bringing the dream into life
The image is loading, loading
Bringing the dream into life
The picture is falling

Bringing it down, down, down, down, down around us
Down, down, down, down, down around us
Down, down, down, down, down around us
Down, down, down, down, down around us
Down, down, down, down, down around us
Down, down, down, down, down around us

Bringing the dream into life

The picture is falling

Confession time
The rhymes come first, it’s
An atomic structure latticed in the verses
Feeling fake spiritual healing from sickly nurses
Pedantic chanting can’t remove these curses
But the hearse is rolling closer
And the hurt’s just worsening
Our Earth mother is birthing
But the baby is breeched
Prophets are practicing
What they do not preach
And the vision of Heaven
Is a mirage out of reach
Confession time
I didn’t believe…enough
Hardened by the years
And now I like it rough
Burnt at both ends
While waxing poetic
The flame of cognition
Became a waning noetic
I could be stoic
Or have a stroke
I could do some yoga
And circulate the yoke
I put the punchline before the joke
I was high before the first toke
Inhaled the stale syllables and choked
On my own regret
But have yet to collect those stones
Thrown through now broken glass
In all the broken homes
From which I abscond
A middle-aged vagabond
The middle way is long
The high road’s too steep
I’m stuck in this valley
Where the river runs deep
Carves out the caves
Where shadows still creep
Painting prescient projections
That keep me asleep
In the dream of the now
The remembrance of when
There was still a future
And ways to amend