May 4, 2019: "Blueprints," By Cycle of Hands

May 4, 2019: "Blueprints," By Cycle of Hands

This is a simple Blueprint I made of how moments exist independently yet connected to other moments that then find the proper place on the linear timeline to connect to. Left is birth, on the right is death. The four sided stars represent divine connections and the keys represent the unlocking of goals that were made for ones life.

This is a simple Blueprint I made of how moments exist independently yet connected to other moments that then find the proper place on the linear timeline to connect to. Left is birth, on the right is death. The four sided stars represent divine connections and the keys represent the unlocking of goals that were made for ones life.

Lyrics:

Somehow I am still here

Through all the days and the months and all the years

Through the tears and the time spent living in fear

Not knowing if I was going close to anywhere near

The destination I envisioned in my imagination 

As a teen sitting in the basement 

Feeling safe getting wasted 

uncertainty of what my place is 

In space and time, existence I was graced with


Damn it went so slow but now it seems so swift

How many moments went by that I completely missed?

I’m pissed - thinking of how many things I forget 

All the perfect diamonds there were dug up from the shit

I’ll admit - I’ve never been someone of  a sharpened wit

My thoughts are random and most often they're mixed

I’m amazed at how many people can seem like they fit

My shape doesn’t place  without a piece getting chipped 



This one is for me the who is still in the past

I can feel you looking at me with so much doubt

Just want to make sure that you know we are here


It’s not what you expected but it doesn’t need correction 

I’m but still a connection and I give you my protection 



I am looking at the pictures I drew from the past 

They’re looking more like blueprints now 

It’s weird how that works out 

I must have known something then 

Cause I feel I’m living in the shapes from the pen

That I drew in long days of way back when 

But then again more than anything it makes sense

The past is as real as the present tense 

And I have always been the author of  how good it can get


Regret is an unfortunate thing

Dirt that you will never be able to wash completely clean

Maybe it’s a matter of changing how you think 

Because you don’t know what blessings required you to sink

Perhaps hitting rock bottom is what one truly needs 

To understand the soil and the look of the weeds

To see the spots that are perfect for planting seeds

That will sprout and grow to be the tallest trees


This one is for me the who is still in the past

I can feel you looking at me with so much doubt

Just want to make sure that you know we are here


It’s not what you expected but it doesn’t need correction 

I’m but still a connection and I give you my protection 




May 5, 2019: "Circumstances," by Stacy Rene Erenberg

May 5, 2019: "Circumstances," by Stacy Rene Erenberg

May 3, 2019: "REVIVE,"  by Cee Goods

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