Oh the box of memories
Heavy and true
It holds the shadows and the skies so blue
A dance of sorrow with the joy we’ve known
In its corners lie the seeds we’ve sown

Box of Memories

A slow spiral through memory, regret, and everything that still smells like goodbye.
Written by Foss. Echoed by the algorithm.
This one lingers.

Feel This

A bluesy song paying tribute to the Stoic way of thinking

Mind Over Matter

Show Me Who You Are

Walked in with a hole in my chest
Whiskey prayers and a thousand regrets
Sat down where the shadows won’t talk
And let the silence pour with every shot

I swore I was done with the fight
Wounds too deep for another night
But then she lit up the corner of the room
Like a hymn rising under a blood-red moon

What kind of war is love again?
Where hearts break just to learn to bend
She looked like peace but felt like flames
Now I’m drawing lines in my own name
Is this the battle or the plan?
Am I the soldier or the man?
I don’t know how it all began
But I’m signing up for your love plan

Her eyes held more than the wine
Stories folded in the space of time
She smiled and I forgot her name
’Cause all I saw was my soul rearranged

Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind
But maybe the war ends this time
If love’s a fight I’ve lost before
Maybe she’s what I was fighting for

What kind of war is love again?
Where hearts break just to learn to bend
She looked like peace but felt like flames
Now I’m drawing lines in my own name
Is this the battle or the plan?
Am I the soldier or the man?
I don’t know how it all began
But I’m signing up for your love plan

So pour another round for the dead and the damned
I’ll raise my glass to the ones who understand
If love is war, then take my hand
Let’s lose together in this love plan

Love plan

Some songs punch.
Others whisper truth through a smile.

This one? It just points.

We’ve cracked atoms, cloned organs, launched billionaires into orbit
but underneath it all, we’re still chasing sparkle, still measuring worth in glitter.
Like cavemen in suits.
Still trading shiny rocks.

This track doesn’t mock. It doesn’t rage.
It simply walks beside you like a friend
and wonders out loud,
How far have we really come?

[Verse 1]
Two cavemen squatted by a flame
Each one trying to stake his claim
One had amber, one had flint
They called it wealth, they grinned and squint
No words for greed, no thoughts of stocks
Just wide-eyed trades for shiny rocks

[Chorus]
Now we wear watches worth a home
Crowns of chrome and gemstone phones
We’ve mapped the stars, we’ve hacked the clocks
But we’re still just trading shiny rocks
We crave applause, we mine the earth
We chase reflections, not our worth
Progress hums and power mocks
While we keep trading shiny rocks

[Verse 2]
We build machines with minds that learn
Send billionaires on joyride turns
We scroll for likes, we chase the praise
Wrap empty lives in golden chains
We’ve got rockets fueled by debt and talk
Still kneeling at the shrine of rocks

[Chorus]
Now we wear watches worth a home
Crowns of chrome and gemstone phones
We’ve mapped the stars, we’ve hacked the clocks
But we’re still just trading shiny rocks
We crave applause, we mine the earth
We chase reflections, not our worth
Progress hums and power mocks
While we keep trading shiny rocks

[Verse 3]
They keep us dazzled, keep us numb
With polished dreams and glittered crumbs
We trade our time, we sell our peace
For fleeting highs and a longer lease
We're moving fast but going nowhere
Chained to shine we shouldn’t wear.

[Bridge]
But what if we all saw the thread
Stopped chasing shine, and lived instead
Just food and shelter, peace and rest
The kind of wealth that feeds us best
They’d call it crisis, we’d call it peace
The day the buying had to cease

[Final Chorus]
We’ve built the skies and split the seas
But still bow down to jewelry
We dress it up, we call it worth
Still selling dreams for bits of dirt
Progress hums and power mocks
While we keep trading shiny rocks

Still Trading Shiny Rocks

hollow like me

Victory Parade

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Cit Aikya 
Becomes 
My sight 
The willingness 
To move  
From my fright. 
Don’t perceive 
The attack 
It will put you 
In a state  
of lack 
It’s time  
To go back 
To a place  
That doesn’t  
keep track. 

The mind  
Is not 
White 
Or black. 
The perception 
May not be 
The fact. 
Oneness 
And awareness 
This is a  
State of 
Poetic clearness. 
The state of 
True conscientiousness 
My vision is 
The decision 
Of my original 
Nature. 

Original sin 
The crucifixion 
Where my mind 
Has been 
The lifting of 
The veil 
The understanding 
That all is not 
Necessarily real. 
Is it you 
That you feel 
Oneness 
And awareness 
The granting of 
The universal 
Harmonizing seal. 
Limitless and free 
Power and strength 
Abide in me. 

The mind  
Is not 
White 
Or black. 
The perception 
May not be 
The fact. 
Oneness 
And awareness 
This is a  
State of 
Poetic clearness. 
The state of 
True conscientiousness 
My vision is 
The decision 
Of my original 
Nature. 

Let go 
As my root 
Extends deep 
And my mind 
opens 
As my heart 
Embraces 
The awareness 
The presence 
Of a soul’s purpose 
And nature 
To love and serve

My True Nature

Aging musician has had enough of being on the road, so heads home for his love. Upbeat pop country tune.

Love plan

J. Ash Dusk