Tenderness

Poetry of the Day After

Hoy me desperté

"Wacky Tornado" is an electrifying fusion of pop, disco, house, and electronic music, crafted to ignite the dance floor. Bursting with vibrant rhythms, groovy basslines, and infectious melodies, this album takes listeners on a high-energy journey through a whirlwind of sounds. Whether you're a fan of retro disco vibes or modern electronic beats, Wacky Tornado delivers an unstoppable groove that keeps you moving from start to finish.

Dreading Wintry

The radio edit of my track "Another way", hope you enjoy :)

Another Way (Radio Edit)

🌙 "Sleepless" is an ode to restless nights — a journey through shadow and light.
I love the night, because in darkness no one sees me.
In that hidden silence, emotions surface, secret thoughts unfold, and music becomes the light of the invisible.

SLEEPLESS

05 A Pinch of Salt

Reflection in his eyes snippet

submission for Weekly Note Composing Jam #37 hosted by emscottish for Itch.IO October 2025

It's maybe messed up a little by the MixCraft 10.6 global effect i chose at the very last minute with like 20 minutes to go: but just approach it like "We're in the late 70's at a Jarre concert in France and we're way at the farthest worst seating in the venue and theres crappy echo on everything. LFG!"  Approached in that way and now after a few hearings I am starting to be more forgiving of it.

Ferromagnetic Frolic submission for Weekly Note Composing Jam #37 hosted by emscottish October 2025

brodigy

Crimson veil across the sky tonight
Ancient prophecies unfold
Shadows dance in blood-red light
Secrets that were never told

The moon ascends in scarlet flame
Awakening the cursed ground
The wolves all cry a forgotten name
As darkness spreads without a sound

Blood moon rising, crimson eye
Witness to the end of days
Blood moon burning in the sky
Guiding us through death's dark maze

The river runs with midnight wine
Reflections of a world undone
The stars align in evil sign
The ritual has just begun

Blood moon rising, crimson eye
Witness to the end of days
Blood moon burning in the sky
Guiding us through death's dark maze

Under its gaze we are transformed
Neither living nor yet deceased
By ancient powers we are reformed
Eternal servants of the beast

The blood moon fades but leaves its mark
Forever bound to endless night
We walk between the light and dark
Until the next blood moon's red light

Blood Moon Rising

Kartel Don didn’t come up on no playground—he came up in North Dallas, where loyalty’ll get you clipped quicker than betrayal. By 13, he was already stamped by the system, probation papers in hand, dodging task force vans while the Xbox generation played games he couldn’t afford to. Tied to the Nawf’s own Goonsquad 300, he learned early: there’s no guidance in a world built on get-back.

By 17, he was in interrogation rooms, shell casings and accusations on the table. Attempted murder. They pressed him to fold—he stared back cold. The charges didn’t stick, but the heat never left. Robbery, evading, forgery—his rap sheet grew, but so did his vision.

That pressure made diamonds.

Kartel Don ain’t just a name—it’s the rebirth of a young wolf into a war general with a mic. His voice ain’t chasing clout—it’s a weapon forged in silence, loss, and survival. Every verse he spits is a testimony. Every track is a scene from a life most never lived, but plenty relate to. His sound is trap-rooted, pain-soaked, and purpose-driven.

“I’m The One” isn’t just a song—it’s the declaration of an artist who was marked for death but built for legacy. You don’t just hear @Kartel Don… you feel him.