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This piece is fictional, but the emotions behind it are not.
“She Chose Peace” is dedicated to my mother,
who passed away from lung cancer eleven years ago.
Her courage, her love, and her quiet strength live on — in memory, in music, and in me.

Lyrics:

She rang that bell, the room stood still
Tears of joy, a dream fulfilled
They said she’d won, the fight was done
The battle lost, but somehow won

The months went on, she danced again
She laughed in light, with closest friends
But something stirred beneath her skin
A quiet sign — it came again

No more war, no more fight
Just morning sun and evening light
She held their hands, she smiled with grace
And lived each day she could embrace

She knew the truth, but chose to stay
In every hug, in every day
A stronger soul, she walked so brave
With no regrets, no need to save

“I’m not afraid… I just want to be here
To feel the breeze
To hear you laugh
To say goodbye without saying goodbye.”

No more fear, no disguise
Just stars reflected in her eyes
She didn’t lose, she made her choice
To leave in love, without a voice

She Chose Peace

Dust and Revenge

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There he was 
A shadow  
In my mind 
On the walls 
Or standing behind 
To prove death 
One step 
At a time. 
Always looking 
Reaching 
To find. 
Chasing illusions 
Surrounded  
By shadows 
The darkness 
Of my mind. 
An attempt 
To steal 
What’s sublime. 
Lost in 
The world 
A stranger  
In time 
Not knowing 
What to do 
But acting 
As who? 
Attempt no more 
To win 
Through losing 
Nor to die 
To live. 
If change is real 
And facts  
Or not 
What I feel 
Can I seek 
Without compulsion? 
Do I trust 
My own emotions? 
Can I hear 
The voice 
With another notion? 
Can I see 
Without the spell’s  
Poison potion? 
The bridge that 
Will be crossed 
The question is 
When my worldly 
Entrapment 
Is willing 
To be tossed 
And I confront 
My conflicting goals 
The lost  
And found 
Of my 
Very soul. 
The peace is 
The bridge. 
This 
Where my 
heart lives. 
Surrender to win. 
It’s not important 
To where I’ve been 
Or the future 
But the presence 
Of what’s within. 
Peace  
With no sin. 
Or, A life with 
That chagrin 
But the peace 
That’s always been. 
Through a path 
Wherein 
As I listen 
To the ancestral 
Violins 
They dwell 
Therein. 
I drink from 
The chalice of  
Atonement.

Ancestral Violin

Man believes love lasts, finds out not so much...wants her back.

Please Come Home

"Sweet Baby" blends Deep House, Techno House, Indie Dance, and Mississippi Blues into one hypnotic track. Soulful vocals meet a driving groove with a bluesy riff designed for clubs and viral moments. 

Press play, feel the pulse, and ride with the vibe.

Sweet Baby (Macy Gray) - REMIX by DJ Dyablow

It's the Livin' That Counts

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Guided by  
The reflection 
From the moon. 
Guiding through 
Where there’s room. 
Disidentification 
Would be a real 
Complication. 
As fog blocks 
The light to me. 
The light  
To my mind 
Illuminating 
My chest. 
Reflecting onto 
The ocean 
Of my gut. 
I thirst 
For what’s entrusted. 
To denounce 
The words 
That are pronounced. 
To hold 
Or 
Let go. 
The disidentification 
Of the lie. 
But, 
Is the perception 
Important 
Of what’s inside? 
If I see it 
As an illusion, 
Does that 
Allow me 
An obnoxious 
Conclusion? 
Is all love 
Just specialness 
Of a form? 
Is it all an act 
For me to perform? 
What point of view 
Is there to ensue? 
Do I fulfill my obligation 
To you? 
Spiritual principles 
And my to do. 
Is the light on me 
And you? 
The next right thing 
I can do. 
Propelled through life, 
I do know what’s right. 
To act with the light 
To keep it going 
With all my might. 
To let go and receive 
Its grace, 
Sharing the light 
From my own space. 
As I let time 
Continue on 
It’s race. 
The abutment 
The pillars of God’s grace 
Do I disown and call it 
To atone? 
I can understand 
But in what way 
Do I plan or act 
With no cause? 
Will I become lost? 
Keep it in the moment 
Look for the atonement.

The Moon's Reflection

I have not so much to say more then Thank you for listen 🙏🌞🎶🎵

The Breath Between Worlds

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Porchlight Blues

CAKE

On the Porch isn’t just a record, it’s a conversation. It’s the sound of old souls and weathered hands, of stories told long after midnight under a sky full of stars. It’s music played on borrowed instruments, with creaking floorboards for percussion and a rusted steel guitar crying in the background. It’s imperfect on purpose, because so is life.

This album is about the roads that shaped us, the ones we chose and the ones that chose us. It’s about scars that never quite fade and memories that refuse to leave. It’s about love that breaks us and saves us, wars fought far from home and battles fought deep within, about grief we carry and grace we try to find along the way.

This isn’t a polished studio album meant for neon lights and perfect mixes. It’s the sound of boots on a wooden porch, of a low, raspy voice telling the truth because there’s no reason to lie anymore. It’s a celebration of the beauty in imperfection and a reminder that some of life’s greatest songs are the ones played simply, honestly, and without apology.

So pull up a chair. Pour something strong. And sit with us a while because every note, every word, and every story here was meant to be shared on the porch.

Piper in the Distance

MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, and more recently dream pop and what I'm calling whiskey blues dream pop, a style that merges the two and that seems complimentary to my ear. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

It's the Livin' That Counts

Dream Pop Productions