Sometime before now, I was in the studio with a friend of mine who also writes songs for a living. As often happens when songwriters hang out, we were trading tunes. He would play one on the guitar, then I would play one. Back and forth…back and forth into the LA night. Eventually I played a song and my buddy asked me, “What inspired you to write that?” I told him it was the story of a relationship I used to have, mixed up with some things I’d just plain imagined. He looked in my eyes deeply, and in a tone that made the words seem of more than ordinary significance, he said, 

“Why don’t you just tell the truth?” 

That night I started this project. 

I Took a Pill in Ibiza, Buried in Detroit, Be As You Are, and Not That Simple are four songs selected from my upcoming album. They are best listened to the way they were written: at night, and alone. I hope you enjoy.


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At Night, Alone.

Be As You Are

”I bow to my Teachers” is an original poem woven with AI-generated music. It is both invocation and an offering — an ode to the teachers, guides, and allies who walk with us along the spiritual path. It honors the visions of Ayahuasca, the mighty Samauma tree, and the fiery presence of the puma.

A ceremonial journey of gratitude, trial, and transformation, this work invites the listener to step into a space where poetry, spirit, and music converge.

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I BOW TO MY TEACHERS
(original poem)

I bow to all my teachers,
my allies, my guides
who share their gifts and wisdom
and walk with me
the stony path up to the summit.

Ayahuasca, madre,
in the longest, darkest nights
deep in the selva
you stirred the serpent
from the underworld.
You baptized me
with Fire, smoke and death.
And I survived,
but shaken to the marrow.

Gracias, madre, madrecita, Kali,
for your teachings, for your gifts,
for your Love, so hard to bear.

I live now
under the crown
of the mighty Samauma,
Mother of Trees,
Mother of Life,
binding Earth and Sky
in her living spine.

Here I stay and learn
to catch the solar rays
and transmute them to matter,
to be in sacred service.

Gratitude to you, Samauma,
Mother of Life,
Weaver of Light,
that I can stay with you
And learn.

Then the puma came to me.
King of the mountains,
the path finder,
holder of Fire in heart,
bones and eyes.

My guide, my teacher
on the lonely mountain.
From you I learn
the fire trail
up to the summit,
from there, 
back to the valley.
With you, my fiery teacher,
I open a path 
so others can follow.

Gracias, Puma,
King of stony heights,
for awakening my Power,
sharpening my presence,
breathing courage into my marrow.

My allies, my teachers,
light my path,
protect me from horrors,
heal my wounds.
Guide me back home.

A
S

Ayahuasca, Samauma, Puma

Night Circus

Los Angeles

Folk Hop n' Roll

Take It All Back

Take It All Back 2.0

I remember when you slipped away
Like sand inside the pocket couldn't stop it once it started babe
Sex went from a blessing to a phase
A form less expressive
Plastic    

Slanted, Broken, bent and fitted wrong
A slow mo incision, your vicious
I miss when you were my favorite song
Now I don't know the lyrics anymore

And I know we're both better off 
Eventho it doesn't feel that way at all
When a true love does come along
I'm just hoping I'll be ready for the fall

Wicker from the candles you would burn
I still smell your cigarettes in all my favorite shirts but

Just another lesson I should learn
A game for the reckless 
Tetris 
Battle ship is sunk I'm  drunk and high 
My heads desecrated 
my heart is still alive
I wore out all my welcomes 
Im done with being selfish

Be As You Are

Mike Posner