The birds were singing Infrasonic Schemes
at night while the Imagineering Musicians dreamed of
Ultrasonic fetishes
they…
embraced the WAVS…
surrendering to a hyperspace
and submitted to their frequencies…..
oscillating daydreams of
aural fantasies
they disobeyed the laws of timbre
and found themselves trapped inside
fractured overtones
intoxicating each other with their private melodies
-By Tamarazara
The Astronauts Perception
Time exists because of changes we are able to perceive, of course we are built upon memories.
But we are also built from the perception of forwarded changes, things we are not able to see from our point-of-view.
Are we chained to our past subconsciously?
Will we ever be truly free from yester-day or yester-year?
I truly believe we all suffer from some kind of PTSD
Are these imprints ….an imaginary skeleton that haunts our current perceptions?
I’d like to believe that we are not a prisoners of the past…
INTUITION/DÉJÀ VU/ INDIGO CHILD
Dreams of the future…….. or perhaps these visions happened and we're stuck in the past waiting for it to happen, living our lives….Eating free will, or the illusion of it…
Letting fate and destiny (such romantic concepts)..
FILL-MY-BROWSER-HISTORY
Waiting for a sign????? (seems a little silly and cute)
If we do live in an imaginary life (so says Sartre) an illusion of time (Einstein),
What draws us into this thing called time? Change?
IDK
-inner thoughts of Tamarazara
Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does. - Jean-Paul Sartre
pieces of the sky,
found not guilty
why I wonder why
they feel no mercy
pieces of the sky
their innocence
is a lie.....
-Tamarazara
No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible. -Jerzy Let Stanislaw
Picture taken by Tamara Kachelmeier
PRESS PLAY and THEN READ
Telepresence
Telepathic synesthesia overrides my bones of exhaustion,
Reflections of sonic memories recollect my perceptions,
Ethos, weaknesses, flames of madness.
I escape into musings, sleeping in a soup of lucid ecstasy…swallowing time (daydreaming).
Filling barricades, created subconsciously,
Losing myself in a state of Euphoric cosmic fancy
-Tamarazara
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. -Aristotle
DIRECTIONS > Please press play, then read Lips of Indigo
time is an illusion and Déjà vu a source memory
that develops from stillness captured.,
now is the moment that is being recreated…..
We humans live to procreate to better our existence….
Perhaps in a selfish manner or perhaps because of our innate desires
To fulfill our programs.
This loneliness we encounter (now and then)
We embed ourselves in screentime..passing the moments
Of our mundane existence…
I try to…escape,
maybe.. leaping into timbres that leave me breathless,
Lips of Indigo… connections of lightning..Love?
there is no word that can describe this juncture..
I meditate myself to sleep…hoping my subconscious will find a way
-Tamara Kachelmeier
The truth of the matter is that you already have the answers; you’re just getting in your own way.-Henri Junttila
I dream in overtones, seeking persistence,
visions, moments of clarity
where I am no longer lost at sea.....
embracing lucid flashes
constructed by my innate desires
to fulfill my subconscious realities.......
In The spells of the evening,
I descend out of this encompassing loop,
rewinding to the days of snow covered innocence, and velvet songs of sweet
endearments
-Tamarazara
“I am free and that is why I am lost” -Kafka
Photo by Tamarazara
Day ONE....Feeling free, but wait will my work be able to email me my schedule? Will I truly be missed on Facebook?
Day Two...deleted my Facebook app on phone, reading more news
Day Three..Shit I need to activate my account to get some vital information for work
If I could create a map, a world, laced with cinnamon and cypress trees....
I'd steer myself into infinity...
I'd wrap myself in warmth and love of unconditional vicinities...
Ohhh the depths of human psyche, the fragile ness of it all...
If we could live and die with love surrounding our entireness,
then perhaps the sea would be hot with liberated harmonies...
Perhaps our hearts could conquer our hidden atrocities
Our dreams...would lead us to blissful moments lost by our incapableness to recall every moment that it has taken in...
I'd hear my young lost frequencies of the storm coming in,
I'd taste the sweetness of lips exaltation and touch the silk pavement of sensuality...
What a precious map that would be,
I'd take a moment to relive a memory.... over and again....
Everything I wanted
Everything you wanted,
Everything we wanted would be.....
The Cave you fear to enter holds the treasures you seek.-Joseph Campbell
Will you love me forever and make memories of our days in the sun,
And play pleasant frequencies, and let the truth run in anthem?
Will you hold the fragile, when moments come back from traumatic bygones?
Cause scars last forever and you'll never see the damage done.
Your embrace lets the fear come undone.
Struggle to be loved.
Locating peace in recollection.....takes time....here...and again...and again...
and again...and again...... and again... and again.......
Will you love me here? While I'm finding security.
Whisper the words, Your crucial and vital to me.
For the ropes come undone..my heart turns a bright crimson.
And I become unburdened and free....freee. freeeeee.....
Will you love me unconditionally?
Written/Performed by Tammy Kay
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“I awoke at dawn, thrown up on a rock, the skeleton of a ship choked in its own sails.”-Anais Nin
