My Story

My Story. 2021. Lyrics Below.

I was born on the 31st of January

Bliss of being was my sanctuary

Had Yet to become a member

Of a society yet to prosper

I Sheepishly gave my allegiance when i was a toddler

And so i entered the illusionary realm of the other

A divided self among others

Conflicted inside looking for brothers

The game was afoot

Chasing cerebral soot

Almost oblivious to a lost paradise

For which i didn’t yet know the price

Yet something never felt correct

Covered in the background like a tiny insect

And as i grew so did the discomfort

Pursuing ever expanding ghosts and more soot

Until i hit 30 

And so did my unhappiness hit me

This is when i abandoned all and took up a quest for the answer

Little did i know that via this route the little insect was growing bigger

Overturning spiritual and quantum literature

Like there was no tomorrow

Losing friends and money for this new obsession which was on full burner

And then one day after meditating

I realised i’d been in a bubble striving and striving

It burst and so did my rapture

I danced ecstatically for i had been freed from minds capture

My conceptual prison collapsed and my eyes opened forever

But the journey had just begun and Clouds came back to hover

What i didn’t realise was that what was crumbling was my persona

To keep this freedom was a challenge like no other

Then One day i found that i was eternity

William Blake’s words came back to me

And i understood with all my being his sagacity

But still there was brewing in my personality

Finally i woke up one day in a mental hospital

And realised clearly i had to let go of all

And so this is my story as real as that can be

And it is also yours for i am you and you are me

Presence Is The Key by Scarlet Anima with Lyrics

Presence Is The Key, by Scarlet Anima, 2020. Lyrics below.

Subtract a nervous disposition

Be still and confront the demon

Mon dieu give me strength 

To rise above the wrench

I’d rather sit on a bench

And contemplate the vicious stench

Of an ego a million years old

I will no longer be sold 

Like a black slave

Observe but no longer identify with the knave

Here it comes, thought, feelings, body

The truth is I am nobody

Simply life 

Flowing as me with no strife

Delight in a light that glows even at night

As tight as a sight with no spite

Lift and elevate to a state of no state 

Beyond notions of experience, I have no fate

Placate the wounds that dwell deep in the flesh

Liberate the energy trapped in the mesh

Spin the sin 

Reclaim the sanskrit

You missed the mark

Reclaim your grit

Nothing is wrong

You simply went astray

Lay down and reclaim your way

Drop guilt

Full of ideas that society built

We are innocent 

Even amidst the indecent 

Disbelieve in the descent

Hell is simply the serpent

Disbelieve in the descent

Hell is simply the serpent

A thought that we believe

Knowledge up our sleeve 

Let it go so we can truly know

The ego is not an enemy

Presence is the key 

for humanity to be free

For you to be me

Presence is the key 

Le Noir Sans Mots (Traduction)

Le Noir Sans Mots


De l’abîme j’enfle comme la fleuraison d’un matin de printemps

D’où je grandis est une énigme qui vaut d’être abandonné

Je vois la lumière mais elle ne me touche pas,

Car je suis noir comme le carbone,

Et ceci se révèle aussi être un mensonge

Je visite mille teintes, pourtant je ne vais nulle part

Trébuche au travers de crevasses qui ne contiennent aucune substance pour moi

Et en traversant les cimes glaciales de hauteur glorieuse

Ceci aussi s’effondre en délice


Nicolas Osborn. 2018.

The Wordless Black (Text)

The Wordless Black


From the abyss I swell up like the blossom of a spring morning

From where I grow is a riddle worth abandoning

I see the light but it does not touch me, for I am blacker than carbon, and this too is revealed as a lie

I visit a thousand hues, yet I go nowhere

Stumble across crevices that hold no substance for me

And as I walk the glacial tops of glorious heights, this too crumbles to delight


Nicolas Osborn, 2018.