I drop the tape lines drawn by ghosts,
Quiet roots lift stone where no one toasts.

I gather names I left in old halls,
Dim bulbs hum out; my echo withdraws.

Signed vows drip down the windowpane,
Fine print runs off into silver rain.

I bless the crack where daylight slides,
No blame, just path where my weight resides.

I hold my worth above crowded rooms,
No empty thrones, no bargain fumes.

Those who scan for shine, step past;
My glow loves those who love it last.

Right on time—my slow-burn, fluent stride,
Hands off the clock; I walk, I ride.

I quit chasing doors that swing for show,
I love the handles that move and know.

Every soft no saves one soft life,
I cut one thread, unhook ten knives.

Calm leans down where the fever flew,
I clear that smoke; I keep what’s true.

I stack my days like steady stones,
No more masks that steal my tones.

Old stories pack their bags tonight,
I keep the lines that land in light.

If you feel my pace, you match my feet,
If not, no war; our routes don’t meet.

I leave like dawn slips out of black,
Clean break, no scorch, no looking back.

I let wrong tables lose my chair,
Empty space grows greener air.

Right on time—my golden inward beam,
No scramble sprint, no swollen dream.

I trust the pull that speaks low, clear,
No circus hook, no yarn of fear.

I tune my spine to quiet yes,
I walk through less and live in more.

My bones remember every wait,
Still I arrive through my own gate.

Love that left taught shape, not lack,
I pour that lesson; I never crawl back.

I hold my palm to my own face,
I love the lines, the woman, the grace.

I choose slow roads that match my eyes,
I read clean skies, not borrowed lies.

What rings true walks close, unshamed,
What drifts loose falls off unnamed.

Right on time—no late, no rush,
Just heartbeat tempo, holy hush.

I plant each no like quiet seed,
Roots learn the dark, then rise and lead.

The ones who see me, walk in tune,
We share soft streets and honest moon.

I stand with all my pieces near,
I ride my life without the fear.

Right on time—open, steady, wide,
I meet myself and stay beside.

Keep What's True

No looking back

Verse 1 – Body of Light
Heat hums low under city skin.
Dust turns rhythm; crowd leans in.
Eyes trade sparks; our timing true.
The floor remembers what hearts once knew.
Sweat writes stories line by line.
Every pulse says yours meets mine.
Noise falls back; the world stays near.
Motion speaks; we disappear.

Pre-Chorus 1 – Pulseproof
Every breath builds soft design.
We keep faith through touch and time.
Love’s not words; it’s what we do—
beat for beat, I move with you.

Chorus 1 – Flow
Stay with me inside this glow.
Nothing forced, we just—flow.
Every curve, each rhythm clear,
right on time, we find here.

Verse 2 – Ember Street
Windows hum with late-night heat.
Soul meets soul where basslines meet.
Footsteps blend, the silence fades.
Truth grows wild in human shades.
We don’t rush what grace can build;
patience plays, the heart stands still.
When we rise, the air turns kind;
gold runs warm through every line.

Pre-Chorus 2 – Rooted Sky
Calm commands; the crowd obeys.
Peace walks loud through neon haze.
Joy won’t wait—it burns on cue;
rhythm loves the work we do.

Chorus 2 – Flow (Double)
Stay with me inside this glow.
Nothing forced, we just—flow.
Every step keeps night alive;
we’re the pulse that cities drive.

Bridge – All In
Hands up high—truth takes flight.
Feet stay low—ground feels right.
Crowd replies, hearts combine;
we remix time, we redefine.

Drop – Joyfunk Run
Cajón fire, sweet sweat rain,
Bassline heals what words can’t name.
Groove so deep, the doubts erase—
every soul takes up its place.

Finale – Flow Returns
Many within one body move.
Faith’s no myth—it’s groove.
Right on time, our rhythm true.
Flow begins and ends with you.


Body of Light

City Pulse

we don't rush

Let Go

[Intro]
Sunset foley, Rhodes hum low,
Memory flickers, radio glow.
A breath between the now and then,
The loop begins again and again.

[Verse 1]
Sunset bath, a cloud of gold,
I chase love’s hand with fingers bold.
“Let go,” the echo calls me twice—
I grip the rail and roll the dice.

[Hook A]
Is it true? I want it so—
Clocks and clowns and seasons know.
Voice keeps knockin’ on my door:
Let go, let go, and love learns more.

[Scratch Solo 1]
(turntable cuts — breath between beats)

[Verse 2]
Footsteps count their way through time,
I miss the cue, then catch the rhyme.
Oh sorrow perched on tender bone—
I’ll set the perch, then send it home.

[Drop]
(acid breaks — mantra rides)
Let go, let go—
Echo bends and rivers glow.

[Bridge]
Strings hold still, bassline slides,
Truth uncoils where heart resides.
In the mirror—half a smile,
Free at last, if just awhile.

[Hook B]
Is it true? I know it now—
Wind in hair, sweat on brow.
Voice returns, I hear the score:
Let go, let go—forevermore.

[Outro]
(hook mantra + DJ tail)
Let go, let go, and fade to air—
Time stands still, I’m almost there.
Rhodes dissolve, horizon wide,
June third stays in the tide.
[End]

relinquish

[Intro]
Paper sounds and pen strokes—vibes in motion,
Cajón heartbeat, ink like ocean.

[Verse 1]
Words—little dancers, bent and brave,
Trying to name the sea they crave.
They miss the sunset’s copper seam,
The rose that leans into its dream.

[Hook A]
Ink can’t catch the orchard’s choir,
Can’t hold winter’s strawberry fire.
Yet in the hand that sets them free,
They sketch the map that only you see.

[Scratch Solo 1]
(needle talk, phrase spin—memory rewind)

[Verse 2]
A window breathes an unseen spice,
A touch arrives—pure, precise.
Pink pillow welcomes tender weight;
Language bows and yields the gate.

[Pre/Lift]
Dream speeds up, pulse ascends,
Claps rise, the beat bends.

[Drop]
Ink explodes—color storms,
303 breaks through shifting forms.

[Scratch Solo 2]
(orbit sweep, time scratch)

[Hook B]
Ink can’t catch the orchard’s choir,
But every mark sets hearts on fire.
Choir rises, horns reply,
We write our names across the sky.

[Scratch Solo 3]
(tone play—fade and fly)

[Outro]
Ink-fall slow, pad blooms wide,
Cajón sighs, the dream subsides.
Scribbles rest in tender glow—
Squiggles whisper: let it flow.

Squiggles

Old names

[Intro]
I wake in rhythm, slow then wide,
heat of morning in my stride.
I see my shadow start to dance,
truth and motion share one chance.
Light bends close around my name,
I speak in color, not in blame.
The world hums soft beneath my skin—
I start again, I start within.


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[Verse 1]
I walk through sound that knows my pace,
every step rewrites its place.
Dreams lean forward, waiting still,
I move by rhythm, not by will.
My hands remember, my pulse replies,
the floor becomes my field of skies.
I hold no fear, I own no chain,
I learn to bloom inside the rain.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I lose the edge between me and sound,
I feel my faith where bass is found.
Every breath a doorway wide,
I move in truth, no need to hide.

[Chorus 1]
I amaze myself tonight,
every color burns in sight.
I rise, I move, I don’t retreat,
I turn the noise into heartbeat.
I amaze, I live, I shine,
every rhythm, every line.
The world becomes my open floor,
I keep returning, ask for more.


---

[Verse 2]
I name my calm, I name my flame,
neither bound by fear or fame.
I walk through mirrors, learn my face,
I meet my soul in every place.
Crowds may roar, the sky may bend,
but I stay steady to the end.
This body sings, this body knows,
the ground remembers where it grows.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Time dissolves, the night forgives,
I count my blessings as I live.
No map to follow, no road to mend,
the pulse begins where doubts suspend.

[Chorus 2]
I amaze, I flow, I climb,
turning seconds into rhyme.
I carry sun, I carry spark,
my heart illuminates the dark.
I amaze, I breathe, I burn,
every fall becomes return.
I choose my rhythm, strong and true,
I dance because the world does too.


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[Bridge]
I am thunder made of peace,
I am rise that won’t release.
Every scar becomes a star,
every distance takes me far.
I spin through sound, my edges fade,
each mistake the art I made.
I’m not afraid of what I find—
I’m rhythm born from open mind.

[Hook]
I amaze, I rise, I glow,
carry rivers where I go.
I build from silence, shape from flame,
I move as love, I speak my name.
Every motion carves me free,
I am what I choose to be.


---

[Verse 3]
I lift my eyes to neon rain,
see reflection, not the pain.
Every tear becomes design,
a prism cut from all that’s mine.
The crowd dissolves, I’m face to face
with everything I dare to grace.
No edge remains, no walls divide,
I am the current, open wide.

[Pre-Chorus 3]
I lose the self I thought I knew,
return as something born and new.
I hum, I spin, I stay aware—
I’m light that loves the weight it bears.

[Final Chorus + Outro]
I amaze, I move, I shine,
every rhythm now divine.
Feet to ground, heart to sky,
I’m the reason, not the why.
I amaze, I stay, I grow,
every loss taught me to glow.
I fade to stillness, soft and right,
I live as love, I move as light.

Wake Rhythm


🎧 LAIVE MUSIC MPLS: Breath Frequencies

(444 Hz —  root to crown, love graces quantum existential matter, what matters most)

Artificial fades. Archetypes rise. Ancestors conduct the infinite current on repeat. 
Every frequency carries memory.
Every pulse sings lineage of light.
Playlists become living wheel of prayer.

Quechua rides the hi-hat, Yoruba snaps the snare, Sanskrit breathes under sub-bass. Tongues chase rhythm; rhythm returns release.

Human hands guide. Spirit heat mixes. Afro-Peruvian joyfunk braids Egyptian dub. Future Space lifts off with ethiojazz reggae. Griot trap locks with Moroccan breakbeat, Korean chant, French whisper, Arabic vowel drift.

Ultra Sacred supersoul stank turns tape hiss to incense smoke—each wisp a breath from ancestors warming the blue note bus.

The Mystic Band

Mouth of Queen Beast growls root 396 Hz.
Breath of Sacred-Masculine flows 417.
Grandmother Rhythm sparks solar plexus 528.
Genderless Vessel opens heart 639.
Ritual Twin speaks truth 741.
Tight Tones casts vision 852.
Crown Field returns 444 —  completely grounded into eternal.

Polyrhythms cross like lovers: 5⁄4 over 12⁄8 over 7⁄16 — continents breathing through syncopation.
Each downbeat forgives. Each offbeat frees.

Invocation

Press shuffle and breathe.
Pulse overrides thought.
breathe
grin
begin again
Sweat music guides lead, illuminate the profound.

Dance barefoot until grief evaporates spiral through toe soul and beyond.
Sway porch-side while wind folds laundry.
Sub-bass awakens shadow in bone.
Light finds tempo inside spine shine.8

Alchemy of Sound

Prayer breathes bassline.
Grief glitters groovey.
Joy anchors delta-wave calm.
Ras Tafari root meets cosmic-tech crown.
Afro-Peruvian smoke laces scripture drips.

Sound reveals. Sound heals.

DANCE WITH ME

LAIVE MUSIC MPLS 

 Sound harmonizes.
Marrow remembers motion.
Every body instruments breath.
Every breath bridges forever.

L(ai)VE MUSIC — mystic, human, eternal.
Pulse already within.
Stay awhile.
Meet again on the flipside of forever where silence and rhythm share one name.

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