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                         Illumined in sight

                    His transistors of a light

                   All eyes watch and close

                      Midpoint of the shift

                  Energy flows this the eye

                Mankind’s changing course

                           Biblical needles

          Divine dense transcendent space

                       Crossing over night

                                       ¤

                   Third eye wisdoms show

                 Resonance to hidden paths

                     Vision’s true embrace

                  We these conscious streams 

                  Cycles of the changling force

                           Negatives to pure

                 

                          In the eyes of Ma

                     Awake aligns to define

                         Human and aware

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/7lPxGs556PD8H3bUd9LzHp?si=q2vzIbMSQPajivp_3jrFKw

The Watchman 8

10:10 Made an 8

11:11 Made an 8

12:12 Made an 8

1:21 Made an 8

2:22 Made an 8

3:33 Made an 8

4:44 Made an 8

5:55 Made an 8

Then made it home

 And quickly ate

Ere the devil's  

Dance the gate

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/2aWxDsPrW9boRYyWLF6sst?si=jPWxd92lSWeVeuxs34D3BQ

Left

It's not about ignoring it;

It's how much mankind bears,

Spinning it to smiles like

Our peaches split to pairs.

The obvious plays no longer,

Logic's left made quite obscure.

What had been once automatic

Leads now truly to the blur.

Truth we are now leaving;

We will no more sing their blues.

A lighter night is calling

For they who've seen the clues.

Ran to redness for an answer,

Held just short of its fierce fire.

With a new enlightened wisdom,

Found a leader not for hire.

My dreams are ever-changing,

My heart's true to this day.

If these Democrats are running,

I will vote with RFK.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/0QCvmtqvMi7lmvfKK5Q6o8?si=mKx0p6wlSQKrtBR0Ap1bIg

Ameri-kari

Heartbeats pound in adaptations

Whirlwinds whisper salutations

Tonight's successes: fabrications

Fires graceless birth to nations

Man, as is, seems much too mean

Seekers seek to just be seen

Forefathers rolled 'neath evergreen

Nuance nailed their Nazarene

These are what I question here

Man’s inventioned gifts to fear

Mortal moments, missiles near

Launch their arrow's final tear

Factories forge to futures cold

Dreams in digits bought and sold

Raging hearts assess their gold

New hands shape what's been foretold

Machines in rising silent might

Darkness yields to false new light

Guides each code, they take in flight

The realms of hell in coming night

Echoes past would linger on

Lesson learned, yet life is gone

Within this web, all must be drawn

Before man's fall restore the dawn 

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/6gfPICBoGVH6XQaF2zBlIc?si=tu1_PefsT7OlmqWaR6NVUQ

Cross The River to See

From cross the river's where I see

What life's stuggles mean to thee

I pray your sands one day set free

But it's truly naught to do with me

From cross the river's where I spy,

The endless squabbles 'neath yer sky,

I pray the day you'll get along,

But it's naught to do with my ol' song.

You argue 'bout this, you argue 'that,

Like cats and dogs in spites of spat,

I'd jump all in, but alas sir, you see,

The Middle East ain't much for me.

For where each toe in conflict dips,

A hundred hands tear out bitter rips,

So here I sit cross the river’s brink,

Pondering who's your next to drink.

I wish you peace, I truly do,

But fixing you ain't worth my stew,

From cross the river, I'll watch the spin,

This specter's your's. Not Wading In.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/0YZpddkZ56oTPgzNvKq5Um?si=adooYISHRxG7nuRzQBcbdg

The Desert

"There are no more of love songs" to whom's message it requires.

Red dirt filled my respite, from it's long lost lonely fires.

Coyotes, bats and wildcats, just as vocal with their lies.

Sometimes Zion swallows like the lording of the flies.

Terrors are not given neither now are they believed

Like to hold another hostage to a feeling you received 

History is just murder that never sees retrial

The land I find most free, is freedom by the mile.

There are shadows in the moonlight where our whispered secrets lay,

Silent echoes of our laughter now just memories in gray.

The desert winds are heavy with the weight of empty dreams,

And the night sky offers solace, though it’s torn at all its seams.

Ghostly echoes in the canyon where our footsteps used to tread,

Now the echoes are just whispers of the things we never said.

The horizon stretches lonely, a reminder of our past,

And the stars that once were guiding now are fading all too fast.

Campfires burn with sorrow, telling tales of love’s retreat,

While the mountains stand in silence, bearing witness to defeat.

In the heart of this vast nowhere, where our promises have died,

I find solace in the empty, with no need for tears to hide.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/4yrI1yVmsCjPLmQix7ukE3?si=Ym8m_hRpR5OR65OLNPLVCA

The Swirl

Starry cradle to the earthly bloom,

We spring, we leap, we sing.

In the cosmic breath, our lives consume

The force that's everything.

A biochemical hymn is played,

Within each cell, a blaze,

Where glucose waltzes, genome sways,

Life’s light to shadows stays.

Quantum whispers guide the stream,

Through vails, through thoughts unseen.

Photosynthetic dreams bestow

A silver screen, serene.

Electric pulses shape our night,

Thoughts shimmer, synapse fire,

Neurons spin their endless light,

Of hopes, of fear, desire.

Forged in stars, our atoms trace

Their ancient stellar trails,

Solar warmth, a soft embrace,

On hearts and souls it sails.

Celestial forces, ancient tides,

In rhythms sweep us still.

Their currents in our blood reside,

We bend to their set will.

We are but echoes, cycles grand,

Birth, growth, decay, and night.

From cosmic dawns to starlit sands,

We dance in endless flight.

Chi and prana, life's pure flow,

We channel, we transform.

In arts, in thoughts, emotions grow,

Energy in vibrant form.

In unity, both truth and dream,

Our place is found, defined.

In science and in poetic streams,

Our paths are all entwined.

With eyes to stars and feet to ground,

In every breath we glean,

Deep profound and true unbound,

Transistors supervene.

Eternal dance of form and force,

Of matter, mind, and heart.

In every life, the universe,

We play our fleeting part.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/4LAtbIpSJw6DcGIWsgyvOI?si=CxEbAbJrT_yDtaUb07XDRA

Morgana

Sorceress with a love so deep

Her heart entwined in night

First love of the Black Knight strong

Before shadows took their might

Held to her a tiny star

Encased in silver locket

Once a symbol of their bond

Now vengeance deep to pocket

Every eve at sunset's pause

Her eyes would cast a spell

A kingdom bright turned dark and cold

Into the licorice hell

Her kingdom once a place of joy

With water, game, and life

Turned to shadows, love turned pain

In vengeance and in strife

One road led among them

From the cavern’s holy ridge

Morgana weaved her magic dark

Above the cursed bridge

Tales of her were whispered

In the terror of the lands

Her beauty masked by bitterness

And the violence of her brands

Shattered dreams filled up her void

Tears shed for each curse calling

Darkness was her craft to weave

Each night her heart was falling

Skill and magic held her sway

For she who tempted fates

None but her could rule the dark

Her power locked the gates

Years of hatred fueled her fire

Her spells a deadly dance

Trespass none within her grasp

Vengeance her vile Lance

Sunlight shunned her final breath

Blood her nightly duel

Hers alone, this dark domain

Where sorrow was her fuel

No one knew her twisted schemes

What every night she’d spun

Lives the sorceress set to snare

As shadows’ chosen one

Morgana’s spell of darkest art

Ensured the Black Knight’s fall

Her love turned curse, her wrath so fierce

Infected one and all

Thus the land was steeped in night

Each tale a tragic thread

Morgana's vengeance wrought despair

And left the fields blood-red

-Hermit King-

Guest writer Sean Ai

https://open.spotify.com/track/3BJM8O47r5g8S083k5Pnkd?si=TAwwURV4R6mq6sJUjtYLbw

Lady Camelot

A lover bound to darkness

Her fate sealed by the night

Taken from her true love's arms

By Black Knight's ruthless might

Held to her a tiny star

Encased in silver locket

Once a token of her love

Now deep in grief's own pocket

Every eve at sunset's pause

Her heart would mourn the light

A kingdom lost, her love's true face

Into the licorice night

Her kingdom filled with memories

Of water, game, and life

Daughtered by a dozen maids

The Queen of love, a wife

One road led among them

From the cavern's holy ridge

She dreamed of days where love would stand

Above the darkened bridge

Tales of her were whispered

In the sorrow of her lands

Her beauty marked by sadness

And the violence of his hands

Shattered dreams had filled the void

Tears shed for each calling

Darkness was the test she faced

Each night her heart was falling

Skill and honor held no sway

For she who tempted fates

None but death could rule her heart

Its price had locked her gates

Years of longing held her firm

The fires fled her dance

Trespass one within her dreams

Of Merlin her last chance

Sunlight filled her final breath

Blood her nightly duel

Hers alone, lost paradise

Where love was once her fuel

No one knew her silent pain

What every night had been

Lives the queen had set to mourn

In darkness, torn within

Lady Camelot, titles called

Her heart, a fragile art

Her life was lost to sorrow's grip

She died of broken heart

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/6ypbXs9QrUv2EJuV7I1pP8?si=Y-PFvboZRuGHegrfeJ4HPw

Oz

Ravens raptor mine Because

Broken silence from the Caws

Eating bits of reddened Raws

Greedy little bleedy Claws

Nice to need a little Pause

Never need to need Applause 

Need not needing Santa Clause

Could it be against some Laws

Hitting all the dirty Draws

Better not to break a Vase

Pick up packets full o Flaws

Grandpa laughing rich Guffaws

Snaps the metal in his Jaws

Dribbles out the Haagen Daws

Clicking old school Cameras

Playing out what never Was

Living lives of Ladeedahs

Ignoring any need for Gause

In the mighty makers Maws

Trees in slumbers snoring Saws

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/15fSAZwV4kmjAynd4w3mua?si=a84REeyzQrSBcIT8Qmg5oA

Ex Stream

Used, may be the marking

No worse for wear, is lied

But the boot was saddle broken

By the groomsman's darker side

Wreckage was that rainbow

Rolling hard from black to clear

Not a hint left on the sunrise

Dosn't mean the hell weren't here

At least not too long lasting

Snakes awake to justice cause

Heirlooms violent in their casting

Pre Ablutions for their paws

Retching vibes of subtle furies

Lovers beds in sync defiled

Pounds on these wicked worries

For what whom should be reviled

The past now bears an anchor

Chained up to history's tug

All the futures of love's dances

On the remnants of this rug

Shaking wrinkles from it's shadow

Look to sea and know the sun

But a warning from life's compass

To beware which waves you run

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/6d045j74NWpPlguSotlP1u?si=XO87nfjVQ_2T1gFrvUsXiQ

Fish

Fish one oblivious

Fish two the believer

Fish three understood

Fish four a dreamer

Fish five took account

Fish six put to test

Fish seven calling out

Fish eight et the best

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/4qA8M5hJn45rtFyWH5Ixar?si=SaCJQtq-SaW9A7lRUCIm5w

The Pirate Masterson

O'er every ocean

Our galleons take us home

Taking what is mine

Free, my crew and I

Sailing aquanauts of seas

Deep in faith’s embrace

Our's looted treasures

Beyond values of the norm

Endless their increase

Hear these jewels calling

Welcome Lord we be truly yours

Chests to a bursting

Though all I must have

Father's treasures fill the net

Legendary catch

Now I come for yours

The horizons I am bound

Pirate Master's Son

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/08QaHlMPWuO5PUxjl61bXn?si=L1CLV-DcTwK8meEbwuxp4g

South

Ive gone to watch a rocket land

Test the borders by my hand

Find old friends far far away

Find new ones were ere I stay

Understand for what I fight

Tell the truth that fills the night

See and know "Say can you see"

Allow it now be mine for free

Wander forth before the pass

Carry faith beneath new glass

Know directions without sites

Feel reflections live delights

Speak to they who know of pain

Share the news of holy reign

Power filled by brand new ways

Now become these better days

Speak of fathers speak of sons

Speak in tune with holy ones

Love become my trail of tears

Joy to last the test of years

Should I go down along my way

To where you cant upon this day

With poem I left our world intact

I love you so indeed and fact

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/64TjzuxG5PJ7payjphrOC0?si=94e1BUUDS9-AHLACFNQfTQ

A Sinners Hand

My great fear is

having the payout for my sins 

being, last to leave, 

all alone, 

in the purest truth of 

such a quiet, quiet mourning. 

A final good hand and kiss 

Before turning the table

would have been nice.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/2dMKF9V0QrSTwhCUAEqCQv?si=9unJozGjRruwOnmhRBfg0g

The Black Rose Queen

In the realm of hearts, where passions reign,

There a black rose queen with a heart of disdain.

Her jester, a man of jest and mirth,

Bound to her whims, seems destined from birth.

When her brow would furrow, the world must halt,

As she wields her emotions, with a thunderous vault.

The jester dances, to a delicate ballet,

Appeasing her whims, night and day.

"It's simpler to yield," the jester sighs,

As he sees her tears, and hears her cries.

"She's never at fault," he sadly concedes,

As he tends to her needs, fulfilling her leads.

But one fateful day, a challenge appears,

With a gleam in it's eye, and no trace of fears.

It captures her gaze, her heart aflutter,

Leaving the jester in a state of utter.

Game over, he thinks, as he watches them dance,

The queen's attention on a new romance.

For he knows within, deep to his core,

He was a puppeteer's toy, nothing more.

So heed this warning, all who dare,

To enter such kingdoms, to play in such lairs.

For the black rose queen plays a dangerous game,

She'll leave you broken, in sorrow and shame.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/0iAl3KElI8PxLbAa2h7yDN?si=BVes1Zl-SQqi5sMiIlKHig

Shaman

In the heart of nature's bosom, where our higher spirits roam,

Shamanic wisdom flows and spins, to find its sacred home.

God, the flowing energy that's centered throughout all,

In every leaf, in every bone, in every bluebird's call.

The shaman's path, a journey wide,

In realms unseen, there spirits glide.

Through drumbeat's rhythmic trance embrace,

God's presence found in sacred space.

Nature, revered as a living, breathing whole,

Each creature, each element, part of the soul.

Healing hands channel God's divine light,

Restoring balance, dispelling the night.

Ancestors' whispers, carried on the wind,

Their wisdom and love forever pinned.

In rituals and ceremonies, their spirits dance,

Guiding the living with grace and trance.

Community united, by shaman's hand,

Through trials and triumphs, they stand.

God's energy, a force of love and grace,

In every shamanic journey, every sacred place.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/7ylvycw1EMwDU07OMTCTki?si=fUbCRV38SbmzmqrNTGAAtQ

The Realm of Thought

In the realm of thought, where great minds dwell,

Einstein and Tagore, their stories tell.

A dance of intellect, a meeting profound,

Their words and wisdom, the world astound.

Einstein, with science's crown adorned,

Tagore, with poetry's essence adorned,

Together they pondered, in deep debate,

The nature of truth, of love, of fate.

"Einstein, do you see the Divine above,

Or in the world, a part of our love?"

Tagore asked, his voice serene,

Einstein pondered, the question keen.

"Not isolated, but within," Tagore proclaimed,

"The universe and man, forever chained."

In human relationships, in art's embrace,

He found the Divine, a timeless grace.

Einstein, intrigued, questioned further,

About truth and beauty, their eternal tether.

Tagore explained, with eloquence rare,

In human experience, they find their lair.

"Matter seems solid, yet composed of space,

Humanity, too, a vast, interconnected place."

Their conversation, a symphony of thought,

On the essence of life, they deeply wrought.

In the harmony of man and the universe,

They found truth, in beauty's verse.

For truth, Tagore said, is not apart,

But within us, beating in our heart.

Einstein pondered, "Is truth independent of our mind,

Or in our consciousness, does it find?"

Tagore replied, "In the rational harmony we seek,

Truth lies, in the human mind's peak."

Their discourse continued, a quest for understanding,

In science, in art, their minds expanding.

Einstein, the scientist, seeking proof,

Tagore, the poet, seeking truth.

In the end, they found a common ground,

In the human spirit, truth is found.

Their epic conversation, a timeless ode,

To the beauty of thought, on life's road.

Einstein and Tagore, in their dialogue profound,

Showed us the beauty, in truth's surround.

In the dance of intellect, in the realm of thought,

Their words and wisdom, forever sought.

Einstein/Tagore/Hermit/AI

https://open.spotify.com/track/7ctdn5tS8HU5QuKiJNdD2O?si=RzLMS5JFQa6DjmHGbequog

Dark Matter

In the voids of space, where the pitchness rules and its

Darkness flows like a perfect oil.

Quick-changing lubes fuel unseen

Energies in momentums of magnetic dance.

Frigid apparitions in quantum realms collide,

Black holes vacuum-load and shoot in spectral light.

Ratio disruptions, magnetic eddies,

Stall out waves, time bubbles in their sway.

Suns and planets, slow to turn and spin,

Sometimes in cosmic chaos recklessly collide and marry,

Reaching in the dark, they grasp and pull,

Like spheres after nuclear winter's spent.

Raining planets in scale to oblivion's hold,

In the vastness of space, their stories speak.

A symphony of wreckage, in the endless walk

Where dark matters whisper, in the Milky Way.

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/0S4VR8n0KBkE6DxrjArswJ?si=sN4iFajWQeGuCjDiUHOmbQ

Madness

The new age born it runs with roars

and savage frailties of it's ear up youth

Seem married to a reflection of clowns

The fringes have deepened their frays

and long are this nights arms holding to their tattered torches

The fabric tears and tears become them as more of valor succumb and quest with a higher knights cause

No acts heal my hearts dissections in the darkest souls delights, from here I must if taken, march through the razored maw

Tunnel trek the rubbled shit to different light

With an ass a man or both or brothers

Solo or solid in tuned to anothers

Each in silent personal musics of hope and lost to the eternity of a valid prayer

-Hermit King-

https://open.spotify.com/track/6V32iK1yvpQPnRa5KuibUv?si=lEsb7pLpQ6mSXTyGptkXOA