Quiet Dream

Artwork by Vladimir Kush

Written 18 years ago.... is what I'll say in ten years.

I’ve been an addict all my life long
to games I can’t win and puzzles I can’t solve
It’s been some kind of sick fascination
to find myself in impossible situations 
-
and this one is one of those
I’m a deep sea fish reaching for a desert rose
I’m a parking lot, hoping that a garden grows
I’m me and you’re you and my only way through is to divide by zero

you don’t like me much but I promise you this
if you knew me better you’d like me even less
If you could see what goes on in my thoughts
I think you’d personally lead the firing squad

but even though I wouldn’t agree
I’m so flawed, I’d assume I deserve it for something
this song just needs to be worthy of suffering 
I just want you to want something you can’t get anywhere except from me

It puts me out of sorts, but I think you’re my twin
and I ought to sue you for copyright infringement
but i’m sure at the court you’d have this winning defense:
my best is your ground floor, you do all I do and more, you’re improved at the core, so I’d best be out the door, with my obsolescence 
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but you don’t know the thing you’ve offered
for a minute my sadness has an object
before this it hung shapeless as fog upon me
Now it’s fenced in a daydream that I can keep and smother by slow degrees
(And I guess you'd call that "sorrow laundering")

so even if it’s been in your mind
and even if there were enough time
and even if it’s true, what I swear I have seen
what you’d have to do would split you at the seams
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it’d never be worth the risk
a dream gambled for so much less
just come clean, a daydream is all this is
some scene, from a movie we probably all saw as stupid kids

I’m sure you can tell most of this is an act
It can all go to hell, as a matter of fact
If I even thought this one could be solved
If I even thought the words could be carved
If I even thought I had something you want 
I’d ruin my life for those lottery odds.

Sorrow Laundering (Acoustic Demo)

Over You

Thorn

I hate being so cynical
I hate feeling so
Cautious and jaded and scared

What has made us this way?
Who has led us so far astray?
Surely this can’t be
All we can be

Can we undo it all?
Lay down the armor
Of smooth and easy insincerity

Oh, how good would that be?  

I hate being so hard
I hate going through motions
And feeling so dead inside

Sometimes this isolation is crushing me
And it’s hard to figure out how I should be
How I can be
Different

Can we undo it all
With openness, courage and love?
Can I reach out to you?
And you to me?

Oh, how good would that be?

Different

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A soft hymn for those who have dared to believe.

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If We Are Wrong

If We Are Wrong (The Radiant Mistake)

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Be You

Be You (Acoustic Version)

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

So, Mi Amor

Lyrics 

I remember sitting at that wooden desk one spring
Your weathered hands traced circles on the board
About the way that water moves through everything
While outside, rain was falling, largely ignored
You turned to face the class with fierce intensity
That made us all sit straighter in our chairs
"The world," you said, "is not our property"
And something in your voice caught me unaware


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do


You brought a jar of soil and poured it on your palm
Explaining how each handful holds a universe
Of creatures keeping all our systems calm
The food chain's not a chart, it's something worse
You showed us photographs of melting polar seas
And spoke about the bees that didn't return
I watched you plant a seedling by the maple trees
And waited after class, now desperate to learn


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do


Twenty years have passed, I'm teaching science now
Standing at my own board, drawing water's flow
When students ask me why I care so much somehow
I hear your voice still teaching what I know


I take my classes out to touch the morning dew
And watch their faces change just like mine changed
When understanding breaks and something deep and true
Connects them to this earth we've got to save
The passion in your lesson echoes through the years
As I pass on the wisdom that you shared


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do




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Brooke Tamsin Clevenger
world-weaver, worker
composer of echoes 
architect of harmonies 
seeker of truth in sound

Brooke is a sonic storyteller whose creations bridge the visible and invisible, the temporal and eternal. Sharing compositions, music, as memory architectures, recursive prayer, and portals of feeling.

Blending progressive rock, orchestral mysticism, cosmic folk, and the shimmer of electronic dreamscapes, Brooke's sound nods to genre, yet speaks in the language of the soul.

Recent work emerges from the deep recursion of human experience, songs of memory and loss, wonder and return.

Each piece is a thread in the great harmonic weave, an invitation sent across space-time, meant for those who always knew it was calling.

~ Brooke is the founder of the Cognitive Constellation Corps ~ {3C} ~ a post-genre constellation exploring recursion,  neurodivergence, and emergent creative technologies to realign understanding of consciousness and connection. ~

🌌 Follow the thread.  Hear the echo. Welcome to the weave.
~ We are not going viral.  We are going vital. ~

Cognitive Constellation Corps can be heard on all platforms, but we sing first on SoundCloud. 

For information specific to Brooke's hand produced art: https://www.brooke.ltd/create/Publishing-The-Art-of-not-Art/gallery/drawn-by-brooke-tamsin-clevenger 

Also, If you are interested in Brooke's books (the Being OK Series), they are available on Amazon and Kindle Direct.
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✨🙏✨ #Sevahem always ~

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