Artist: Darkleaf Album: Beneath the Surface (Compilation) Song: For Her Souly, Slowly, Solely Typed by: jgalvan@tws-tag.com My thoughts are clear My thoughts are clear Reminiscing by watching the past My thoughts are clear Reminiscing by watching the past pass My thoughts are clear Reconciling the opposites Now colliding divergent forces pulling my entities two ways like indecision An incendiary split burns like embers in my coal fire tended with the using of the angels In my limited vehicle I'm trying to fix my muffler in route to constellations I determine the sound inside to see if a hundred thousand miles reaches my earthly toll to the water I see her with pure peace Symbolic element bi animas evading Everlasting with colliding and waiting for my energetic key to unlock timelessness My temporal universe is collapsing in its linear veneer I believe it is absurd to think that the word could ever capture the pure elements But I diluted earthly tests to gather measurements for my defense The fence of parameter permanents ideal life shatters to the unlimited The next is the two components of yin and yang floating in vacuous space Their working is for the investigating uncovering experiencing to release the pure energy which they call love in its place To replace the astronaut battery grown weak from false projection Reverse polarity on the attention gathered on focusing on the surface The self with the selfless repudiates my time travel I unravel before his holiness Begging at last to be open needing cajoling or chemical can look into the iris experience naked In the cavern if you find the jewel of life and take it with who or what would you replace it? I have traveled so far hoping my hundred thousand mile foot still touches the river of earthly waters of reality Looking out to space to retrace the roots of my original face to embrace her slowly solely souly But this whole term is philosophic life becomes kaleidoscopic when placing the dye of microscopic analyzing on our year of in creation Building a station upon the atom it's hard to fathom with reason Measuring the microbe the macro shadow grows perilously larger than the selfishness of the ego My subjects are loosing substance from the recondite space in the experiments I am controlling Life is inversely larger than scrutiny over sedentary topics philosophically applied to abstract space Years ago when my soul started inquiry into this place The world has moved on Humanity has moved a million years since I'm smashing atoms in the cosmic mind Moms describe me in the same place its all in my mind I'm traveling space and time looking for the lost pieces of my infant ship My cast away family past away ambling with age I destroy energy in reverse polarity enraged Completely discouraged I forged on to the dark without Captains orders It's a metaphor for alienation alteration alternating wrong and right I gather light in order to effect creation I measure the past while its passing in the river quite an endeavor a promise to myself to the letter a male cannot deliver I excise my allegiance to ever and join never in its subtle cynicism Resigning reclining watching the kaleidoscopic cataclysm and longing for religion The ousting of my soul fire her manumission is my death life pendulum swinging The beating of the thugs around her releasing her singing And she loves me she loves me not The male order stampedes on galaxies of the destruction and join her cause All sentiments towards her gifts are a parade of laws On this planet stranded barren extracting heaven from the one flower left Call it nostalgic Eden two steps remove heaven Hell's six I'm gathering living and dieing is seven To rejoin her slowly souly solely Driving a hard chakra along the karmic flow throttle the fourth meridian along the surface looking for signs of heart but there is no life Awhile under the surface lies team and existence a wealth of information harboring the beginning God created heaven and earth What he detested aligns the trials and test of crucifixion Ultimately space is abstracted as a cushion and those astronauts who exist here waiting in the bus station We have not yet gone to the place where touching God is warranted There is a warrant out for my testament that is unwanted I am searching everywhere else for the elements to rejoin the soul Banging on the window of my astronaut suit touching my own fingers to get to heaven on earth Rejoin her slowly souly solely My thoughts are clear My thoughts are clear My thoughts are clear Reminiscing watching the past My thoughts are clear Reminiscing watching the past pass My thoughts are clear