(_ _).｡o○O that’s their problem

Prof. Mayfly has been taking a break.

well, i shouldn’t really say that but his talent has been used the past couple of months to suppress the torrent of schoolwork that was upon me.

Anyway. Here’s a little something I made the other day, I hope you take the time to listen and enjoy

~Prof. Mayfly

Lyrics:

(_ _).｡o○ that’s their problem

A lotta people discombobulate as we miscommunicated I never resonate, and I’m the only one…I’ll sit silently and delegate, I’m never tryna associate with anyone who to the bate you’re hooked, I’m straight swimming. damn I feel bubbly weird and lovely finally something, and my world is massive and I feel I feel fantastic. This euphoric stimulation not a drug that could pass that, but pass that let me have at I’m perfectly ok yo it’s just another cat scratch isn’t it frustrating when these impatient calculations start disrupting formations, I’ll be fucking blatant (because that’s the way I came up) That’s your problem that’s their problem. That’s your problem that’s their

I never disregard, objectively objectifying every objective and once I select it. I bless it undress and calculate a message, it’s simply these symbols exist like instrumentals and I’m just floating by when something caught my eye. I guess I’ll lend attention. This invitation pends an answer question that I’m waiting on the When will the light prevail and darkness subside to which he replied.

I never existed inside the fabric you speak of but let me express my gratitude toward your bewilderment. We haven’t seen a rift in the shift like this since the last crimson solstice and I’m afraid this time darkness may hold it’s grip if we don’t start in the other direction with more urgency. In fact some still possess the candid ability to see in the darkness… But it’s more than just that I’m afraid it’s a craft, and this culture you speak towards they’ve been compressed, censored, and dissembelished as if their artistry were a witch craft. I pray for the day when we can rally in sunshine, if not but one time. Yet do not lose faith in the shared mission of this consciousness, mindfullness grows in the gallows and in time, it will be hollowed, their will be fallout and a new year to follow. With the blessing of, syncopated aura. Without destruction their can be no rebirth. You must accept all things feared exist and have their commonplace. Far far from your sacred heart

And so it goes.

Man was made to suffer to learn, not just to burn but to earn elevation and enlightenment. There is no written, forbidden hidden knowledge it’s all out there for you to absorb and record filter and quilt or collect, and respect because it’s part of you, look at you an artist too aren’t you look don’t argue dude I wouldn’t lie, you know that, so grow past onward toward the membrane of Men’s brains which is never finite, in fact none if this is. We can choose to dwindle or kindle it’s simple. Let it bother you, strangle you and harbor upon your shore of uncertainties, you’d certainly be better off without a pith in a knot, but my opinion is lost in the fog of your cogs but that’s your problem

The dreamweaver (poem song and drawing)

Lyrics/Poetry:

I am a dreamweaver
a truth seer in this worlds theater
peaking from puckered edge of ethereal plane in plain view
i see the difference but i realize were the same too
many times before i’ve lost my center in a balancing act
but didn’t trust that each of this is an ancient artifact
of art or fact where arts official not artificial if its de la soul
Ill hardly trickle down the tickled landscape of a rolling road
As i’m expanding i don’t think ill ever find one home
but plan to roam to rome and let all of OUR thoughts implode…

Jut like that something happened in the frozen tundra of that hectic hallway
as if to say this worlds a cradle and the love it shove is with me all day
Self Centered egotistical and arrogant they all say
but how many others can you call upon for help always and in All ways
I took grip in that tall haze and broadened my small gaze
past the tidal waves of consumption into a world of active passivism and passive activists

Blissfully and playfully i was cast into the spiders web where i sent a signal outward as to say
i know now not to announce that im the one when were all one and at once i didnt wonder
why the whispers extrapolated exasperated I said wait THIS CANT BE HAPPENING
but it was and id seen it coming so my disregard fo fumbling rose and the sun shone
bright as the plights of angels of the star striped trail of tear me open and my ego froze
dove into myself and left my lungs exposed to the wind you have to win you have to win
you have to wind me up and let me loose perception always seemed to seam me right back up
I dont need to be a warrior or worry or war with the worms of the earth for they too came here
and they too frame fears and try to see the picture, I dont doubt it when i carry my heart in my hand
because my heart is a fist full of pink inklings that isnt wishful thinking and there is no risk of sinking
So lets go let go jump in and swin youre so caught up in control that you’re sure to mis evereything
and it’s all so fucking beautiful

All i know is that i came from the earth and i came for the earth to unearth all the worth and
coerce all the cursed into a blessing because this world is the birth of the search and
it starts with me
no it starts with you
so say it starts with me
say it starts with me