1. |
Contradiction of Self
03:43
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Contradiction of Self
This arid state of maturity
This desert drought of thought
This poisoned air of faith
This enveloping smog of freedom
This suffocating rain of vision
This violent storm of peace
This turbulent flight of opportunity
This flooded land of creativity
This vital sea of fear
This fatal avalanche of courage
This overcast sky of clarity
This darkened cave of love
This rocky path of good
This motorway of hell
This carnivore of pleasure
This single cell of honour
This written word of truth
This proud ignorance of life
This contradiction of self
How you say it
How you wannit
How you feel it
How you do it
How you know it
We are no longer prisoners
Of routine
Of foresight
Of expectations.
We are no longer tortured
By the wealth
Mistook for comfort
Disguised as respect.
We are no longer angry
At the forced wind of change
That haunted our only view
And captured our single dream.
We are no longer weakened
By thoughts of injustice
By regrets of time
By wasted talent.
We are no longer fooled
By other’s demands
By other’s guilt.
The guilt is not ours
And never will be.
And never will be.
This contradiction of self
How you say it
How you wannit
How you feel it
How you do it
How you know it
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2. |
She Within Her
04:42
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She Within Her
Her hands run deep in the soil
Turning each grain
Between her grasp
Asking to hold on
To every life
That passed through
This land of Gold.
Snow-capped mountains
With majestic voices
Sail the Skies
Beyond her view
Of Life,
Her Life.
A nomadic Queen, born of free
Wanders the streets of constraint.
Memories envelop her crown.
Diminished moments are faint
Within her
Becoming her.
She fills her soul with power
And listens to her word,
The ancient word of the land
Of one step forever forward
Within her
Beyond her.
Headlights blind her,
Street lights light her way.
Her balance falters
But her strength never sways
Within her
Forever her.
She recognized herself
As the woman who crossed the land
From blood to society
From culture to culture,
Enveloping all
Adapting to all.
Emerging as a distant Queen
From distant thought
And knowing.
One born of native blood,
A nomadic soul,
A wandering heart.
She enters, and leaves.
And enters again
The unknown lands
Known by many.
A voice unheard,
She rises up,
And speaks her truth
To those around.
Risen from the blood of Celtic warriors,
Nomadic in her way.
Light-footed upon the sand,
She wandered trail after trail
Searching for her soul,
Searching for the Queen within herself.
Step by step
She discovered her land.
As night did fall, the enveloping skies
Fell upon her and enriched her deepest dreams.
She no longer felt a Queen,
But felt her womanhood rise up within her,
Fractured with sensual desires,
Forbidden truths from cultures lost.
Mountainous winds blew her off balance
And tugged at her flesh.
As winds entangled her feet,
She lost her step,
Her rhythm slowed.
She felt the stillness,
The power within.
She knelt before herself
And asked for forgiveness
That she had turned
From that which is hers,
That which is she,
She that is her.
Her within She.
She within Her.
Her within She.
She within Her.
Her within She.
She within Her.
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3. |
Silent Voice
02:21
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Silent Voice
From the depths of our inner layer
Calls the silent voice of longing.
The missed moments that blur into a cloud
Of insignificance,
Haunt our every thought as if beating quietly
Upon our conscience,
Reminding us of our commitment made
Before we exhaled our first breath.
The first inhale lingered as an unspoken promise
In the air, of a loved one just departed,
The one who loved us enough to give birth to our soul.
I read words written a life time ago and my heart
Tightens with a yearning to return to that self
Who wandered through life,
Connected to an inner voice,
Which leapt out onto the page
And viciously captured the injustice
Of the ever present moment creeping into the past.
This past, I now live in the present.
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4. |
Seven Sisters
04:47
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Seven Sisters
The fading light up yonder
Beckons me to consider you,
Even though my solitude reigns above
The desert winds as
They circle the crevices
And bow down to the canyon.
The first star of the night
Begins to shimmer in view
Of the arid horizon,
Allowing others to join
By his side
In the vast suspended ocean.
The perfumes of the evening
Plants, plant themselves
Upon me,
Flowering me with their beauty
And protecting me with their
Essence. never alone
Beneath the blue black sky
And millions of stars.
I fantasize phantoms from the
Rocks, and befriend their
Souls with my hypnotized vision.
The seven sisters tower over
Me, shading me from myself.
And then,
She graces me with her presence.
Her glow proceeds her with
Temptation.
Her body follows with fertile
Form and translucent soul.
She governs.
She masters the motorways of wind.
She reigns her night kingdom
With power and glory,
Inviting her subjects to fall silent
In her grace.
She is my queen
And always has been.
I may shine, as I rule my own sun,
But she marks my word
And enlightens my darkest hour.
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5. |
Oil
05:56
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Oil
As government begins to auction
We sell our soul for a third of it’s true value.
The 28 billion will only half cover the debts
We have incurred over years of human existence.
To own treasuries makes no sense
When the most precious asset we have is our belief
In the self
In the Universe
In the balance of the two.
Earnings that continue to feed the mouths
Of greed
Of religion
Of war
Will only draw us closer to the worst poverty of all.
The poverty of thought
The poverty of opportunity
The poverty of creation.
The population of underdeveloped man
Has no relation to the place of settlement,
But all to do with the state of maturity
Of mind
Of body
Of soul.
In this time of instability
Let us not feed on stocks and shares
Let us not feed on dollars and dow
Let us not feed on the decline of trade,
But instead
Learn
Without shame
From the debt we owe
To ourselves.
Awareness
Consciousness
Intelligence
Creativity must reign,
As king
And his court
As Queen
And her chambers,
To govern
Man
Through
This volatile land
Laced in oil
We call his soul.
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6. |
Woman
04:58
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Woman
Illuminated eyes burn through
The reflection of an encased
Prison of influence.
That of elevated sensational
Thought.
That of a collective synergy with
All perceptions born of a certain
Spirit.
That of woman.
Woman that breathes,
Woman that dreams,
Woman that becomes the Earth.
Shadowed beings hover with out-stretched
Limbs, clutching to the
Journey of an innocent thirst.
The following rendez-vous
Is obscured by layers of
Molecular essence,
Gliding through hemispheres
Divided only by command
Of thought, enhanced
Only by the breath of music,
Perceived only
Through the knowledge
Beyond touch.
Suspended under the light
Of diamond encrusted
Thought, an engraved
Impression laces reality
Unto a sonic ground
Orchestrated within a
Tortured performance.
The hour of recognition
Is surpassed only by
The denial of time,
Pulsating rhythmically
To the demands of once
Before.
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XI Los Angeles, California
XI is a spoken song duo duo grounded in poetry, sonic expression and visual storytelling, created, curated and realized by
@reidwilkie and @eddiehulten.
XI is derived from the multi-faceted X, representing the expanse of musical experimentation, coupled with the singular power of I, representing the Word as much as the Self.
XI, the self-titled inaugural release, denotes the Self which is past.
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