James Morrisoni - No One Prays for the Quiet Ones

Zach Rye Band

Minor Ritual

The Grimm Gospel

Winter Kites

Sometimes loving yourself is the love you need the most.

A fractured heart was all I knew
But now I'm finding something new
Left a trail of broken dreams
I carried them, 
carried them, 
carried them through

I'm unafraid of who I am
This mind’s a map, not foreign land
The silence turns to steady streams
It carries me, 
carries me, 
carries me true

I gave all the love I had
For something real, not something sad
Small-town soul with a world to claim
I broke the cycle, rewrote the game

Now I see, now I see
Loving me was the key for me

How many stars have lost their glow?
Letting them go was all I’d known
Saw the dawn 'fore the night was gone
Still I carried, I carried, I carried on

Now I see, now I see
Loving me was the key for me

Now I see, now I see
Loving me was the key for me

I don’t need those chains, I’m free now
Off this ride, I’ll take the lead now

Now I see, now I see
Loving me was the key for me

Now I see, now I see
Loving me was the key for me

Loving Me

Paper Boats

Well, the river don’t speak, but it sure does know
How the bodies float when the currents roll
And the fields don’t cry, but they keep the score
Of the hands that bled in the days before

We are the sleeping giants, we the quiet flood
Moving slow like thunder, but rising up from the mud
No chains around these ankles, no flag to call our own
But when the ground starts shaking, you’ll know we’ve come back home...
And boy, we comin' home

The town don’t change, but them faces do
And the old men sit where their fathers stood
They whisper slow, but their words burn deep
Like the roots that crack through them city streets

We are the sleeping giants, we the quiet flood
Moving slow like thunder, but rising up from the mud
No chains around these ankles, no flag to call our own
But when the ground starts shaking, you’ll know we’ve come back home...
Oh Lord, we coming home.

There’s a reckoning in the valley, there’s a ghost in the grain
There’s a name carved in the mountains that the wind don't wash away

So you push us down, but the earth still turns
And them embers glow though the fire burns
You can call us lost, you can call us blind
But the storm don’t speak ‘til it’s right on time

We are the sleeping giants, we the the quiet flood
Moving slow like thunder, but rising up from the mud
No chains around these ankles, no flag to call our own
But when the ground starts shaking, you’ll know we’ve come back home...
Oh mother, we coming home!

No, the river don’t speak, but it sure does know
And the wind don’t wail, but it’s starting to blow...
And soon they will know...
We are the sleeping giants.

We are the sleeping giants, we the the quiet flood
Moving slow like thunder, but rising up from the mud
No chains around these ankles, no flag to call our own
But when the ground starts shaking, you’ll know we’ve come back home...
Oh mother, we coming home!

No, the river don’t speak, but it sure does know
And the wind don’t wail, but it’s starting to blow...
And soon they will know...
We are the sleeping giants.

Sleeping Giants

Frost-bit vines on the old porch swing
Linen ghosts in the window frame
Calloused hands fold like tired wings
Moss in the cracks still call your name

Oh, there's snakes in the wheat
Silent when they strike, but they’re coiled at my feet
Told me love was a home, but the roof caved in
I was laughing in the dark, now I’m shedding skin...
Snakes in the wheat, coiled at my feet.
Snakes in the wheat, coiled at my feet.

Lantern light through the pinewood slats
River turns where the bank turns black
Left your words in a wax-sealed pact
Opened it once, never sent it back.
Opened it once, never sent it back.
Opened it once, never sent it back.

Oh, there's snakes in the wheat
Silent when they strike, but they’re coiled at my feet
Told me love was a home, but the roof caved in
I was laughing in the dark, now I’m shedding skin...
Snakes in the wheat, coiled at my feet.
Snakes in the wheat, coiled at my feet.

Wade through the cinder grass, barefoot and hollow
Snow in the harvest, a shadow to swallow
If I look back, will I turn to stone?
Or will I wake up and find I’m alone?
Oh, will I wake up and find I’m alone?


Cold light drips down the window sill
(If you’re out there, if you ever were—)
Did the snakes bite first, or did I let them in?

Snakes

The road is a ribbon, frayed at the ends,
A preacher of dust and a killer of men.
My mother was silence, my father the wind,
I was born in the cracks where the daylight bends.

Son of the sparrow, shadow of bone,
A thief of the morning, a king without throne.
No stone to my name, no earth to my own,
I walk where the rivers dry up into stone.

I laid with the widows, I drank with the damned,
I traded my mercy for blood on my hands.
I danced with the devil, I slept in the hills,
I buried my name where the cold never kills.

Son of the sparrow, shadow of bone,
A thief of the morning, a king without throne.
No stone to my name, no earth to my own,
I walk where the rivers dry up into stone.

A knife in my pocket, a song on my tongue,
A prayer to no savior, a breath in my lungs.
The wolves know my footsteps, the crows call me home,
But home is a place I will never have known.

So gather your daughters and bolt up your doors,
A man without mercy has no use for yours.
He walks in the whisper, he drowns in the foam,
The son of the sparrow will never come home.

Son Of The Sparrow

Footsteps wade through flood and ash
A silver tongue, a hunter’s lash
The altar’s set, the night is long
Tell me, do you know which side you’re on?

I swore I'd never bear this mark
But ink and shadow stain the heart

Are we tyrants, are we thieves?
Do we sharpen, do we sheathe?
We are hunger, we are flood
We’re the monsters born of blood

Rust-red river, fevered tide
The hands that bless, the hands that bind
A vow was made, a debt was sold
I wear the weight like woven gold

I swore I'd never bear this mark
But ink and shadow stain the heart

Are we tyrants, are we thieves?
Do we sharpen, do we sheathe?
We are hunger, we are flood
We’re the monsters born of blood

Oh, mercy, mercy, strike me blind
If I must see what’s left behind
I fed the fire, I spoke in tongues
Now tell me what I have become

Are we tyrants, are we thieves?
Do we sharpen, do we sheathe?
We are hunger, we are flood
We’re the monsters born of blood

Footsteps wade through flood and ash
A silver tongue, a hunter’s lash...

We're The Monsters

The Fox and the Gallows

I'm in a mood to run, better kill the lights
Driving till the road stops spinning
Whiskey burns a path, a futile, liquid fire
Each sip a bitter truth, fueling lost desire

Maybe I'll crash.

Maybe then you'd see what's left of me
Since you turned your back so easily
Just you and him, now I'm drowning in my sins
Like a ghost town burning underneath my skin

I wish I never heard your voice, wish I never felt your touch
Maybe then I wouldn’t crush myself just trying to move on
Wish I never played the fool, wish you didn’t make the rules
Now you’re gone and I’m undone,
I played for keeps, you played for fun
And home’s just somewhere that I stay
Should’ve let you walk away
Should’ve let you walk away

Maybe someday there’ll come a time, you’ll retrace your steps
Realize what you left behind—but maybe I'll be fine.
I should’ve built a fortress, braced against your call
But I let you cross the gates, and now my kingdom falls.

Maybe I'm rash.

Maybe down the line, you'll change your mind
And tell me that you were blind
But I won’t be around, 'cause I’ve bled enough
And I know that love ain’t smooth—it cuts, it’s rough.

I wish I never heard your voice, wish I never felt your touch
Maybe then I wouldn’t crush myself just trying to move on
Wish I never played the fool, wish you didn’t make the rules
Now you’re gone and I’m undone,
I played for keeps, you played for fun
And home’s just somewhere that I stay
Should’ve let you walk away
Should’ve let you walk away

Maybe in another life, we'd get it right
But I’m done waiting up at night
Should’ve let you walk away
Should’ve let you walk away

Should’ve Let You Walk Away

Somewhere in the dark, I hear you say my name
Like a lighthouse calling, like a hand in the rain

I leave notes on the mirror, trace my name in the dust
Tie a ribbon ‘round my finger, but time still forgets us
The days slip through like water, the years move like the tide
But I know you’ll be waiting, standing just outside.
Oh, I know you'll be waiting, standing just outside.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

I lose track of the seasons, but I remember your face
The warmth in your laughter, the way your touch stays
You sing in the kitchen, some tune from before
And I follow the sound back home to your door.
Oh, I follow the sound back home to your door.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

Time is a thief with no kindness to spare
But love is a lantern, still glowing somewhere
So when the light flickers, when I start to stray
Promise you’ll find me, and show me the way.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

If I forget my own name, will you say it once more?
Like a prayer in the morning, like a wave on the shore

If I forget my own name, will you say it once more?
Like a prayer in the morning, like a wave on the shore

If I Forget My Own Name

You roll in like a Sunday preacher,
Dressed up nice but ya hands ain’t clean.
Talk so sweet like a Delta sunrise,
But ya words cut sharp and mean.

You’re breathin’ down my neck, darlin’,
Breathin’ down my neck again.
I can feel ya in the shadows,
I can feel ya creepin’ in.

Got a way make a chain feel golden,
Got a way make a fool feel wise.
One hand pull me close so easy,
Other hand twist that knife.

You’re breathin’ down my neck, darlin’,
Breathin’ down my neck again.
Every step I take, ya closer,
Every step, ya closin’ in.

Oh, love ain’t love when it burns like fever,
Ain’t no freedom when ya hold too tight.
But even knowin’ all the damage,
Still see ya in my dreams at night.

You’re breathin’ down my neck, darlin’,
Breathin’ down my neck again.
No matter how far I keep runnin’,
No matter where, ya settin’ in.

Maybe someday I’ll stop turnin’
When I hear that whisper low,
But tonight ya got me cornered,
And I just can't let ya go.
No, I just can't let ya go.

Breathin' Down My Neck

"Wrap me up, pull me in, let me grow where you begin…"
"Round and round, we twist again…"

Met you on a Monday, blue sky, gold rays
Spinnin’ like a record, two hearts, one place
Tiptoe, let go, tangled in the chase
Wrapped up tight, but I like the way it sways

Ooh, we twist, we trip, we slip, we slide, we slide
Ooh, pull apart but stay entwined

We’re like thorny vines, swingin’ low, reachin’ high (oh-oh)
Kinda wild, kinda bright, kinda stuck, but it’s all right (uh-huh)
Round and round, we weave, every time!
You and me, yeah, we’re thorny vines (woo!)

Yeah, love ain't linear, more like Fibonacci
Step away, snap back, yeah, the pull got me
Venus flytrap when we clash, yeah, we bite
But we still keep growin’ through the cracks in the light
We ain’t picture-perfect, Polaroid got a crease
Two hands wrapped tight but we tug for release
You cut deep, I leave marks just the same
But a scar ain’t a wound, it’s just proof that we stay
Overgrown instincts, twistin’ through the chaos
Every thorn’s a lesson, every bloom is a payoff
Tried to cut it loose, but the roots still remain
No escape when the wild calls your name

Ooh, we bend, we break, we sway, we climb
Ooh, always back in perfect time

We’re like thorny vines, swingin’ low, reachin’ high (oh-oh)
Kinda wild, kinda bright, kinda stuck, but it’s all right (uh-huh)
Round and round, we weave, can’t unwind
You and me, yeah, we’re thorny vines

Yeah, sometimes I’m a prick, but you don’t seem to mind
You just roll your eyes, pull me back into the vine
We zig, we zag, yeah, we scratch, yeah, we sting
But we still grow back every damn spring

Ooh, we twist, we turn, we break, we bend
Ooh, but we find our way again

We’re like thorny vines, swingin’ low, reachin’ high (oh-oh)
Kinda wild, kinda bright, kinda stuck, but it’s all right (uh-huh)
Round and round, we weave, can’t unwind
You and me, yeah, we’re thorny vines

A little twist, a little spin (spin)
A little lost, a little in (in)
No straight lines, just loops and sways
But I’d wrap around you any day

"Wrap me up, pull me in, let me grow where you begin…"
"Round and round, we twist again…"

Thorny Vines

The floor's gone soft in the café where you swore you'd write your novel
Chipped tile glints like broken glass in puddles near the bottles
They serve espresso in the same gold cups but the mold is ankle-deep
And no one looks down anymore— they toast what they can keep 

Oh, Venice is still standing just barely above the tide
We speak like we're still dancing but we’ve drifted out of time
You said, "nothing sinks in a dream" but the water doesn’t lie
I keep coming back to the waterline where we said goodbye 

Your laugh still echoes off the walls of rooms we left untouched
Paintings peel, the frames stay hung— we called that holding on too much
I pass the palazzo where you brushed my hand like Da Vinci sketching ghosts
Unfinished lines in master plans that never came too close 

Venice is still breathing but she’s tired behind her eyes
Cathedrals full of silence and bells too proud to cry
You said, “what lasts is what we lose” but I’m not sure you were right
I keep coming back to the waterline to ask it why 

There’s mold on the marble but the ceiling still clings
A thousand-foot sky, above waterlogged things
You once said beauty isn’t built— it’s what survives the fall
But survival’s just another word for losing it all 

Venice is still lovely but not the way it was
We dress up ghosts in velvet then wonder why they pause
You said, “meet me in the ruins” and I swear, I still try
I keep coming back to the waterline to feel alive 

The city won’t shout, but it knows how to grieve
And I walk it in silence, ankle-deep
In the space between what we were and what’s left behind—
I wait at the waterline

At Waterline

“Ain’t no peace in bleedin’ quiet...”

I bit my tongue ‘til it split in two,
Grinned through lies like I meant it too.
They fed me hush with a silver spoon,
Told me “Don’t rise, boy—not too soon.”
I wore their calm like Sunday clothes,
But I ain’t kneelin’ no more, no.

First blood’s mine, don’t ya forget,
Ain’t no mercy in what I let.
Been cut, been crossed, bled for time—
Now I’m lit, and the first blood’s mine.

I held that line while they chalked it deep,
They broke them vows in their preacher’s sleep.
Swallowed storms, stitched up my pride,
But I don’t stay quiet when I’ve been tried.
I swallowed storms, I stitched my name,
But saints don’t rise without some blame.

First blood’s mine, you best believe,
Ain’t no peace where truth can’t breathe.
You thought I’d fold just one more time—
Now the silence snaps, and the first blood’s mine.

Ain’t proud of what I’m gonna do,
But I learned slow from watchin’ you.
You drew the line, you made it fine—
Now I make sure the first blood’s mine.

“Let it bleed. Let it scream. Let it mean something.”

First blood’s mine—cut it in stone,
Born from hurt and I hauled it alone.
I gave no time, I gave no signs—
Now I take what’s always been mine.
Oh yeah, and the first blood is mine!

“Didn’t want no war… but I came ready.”

First Blood’s Mine

Better Than Good

Woke up with the river in my boots,
Sky lookin’ like it owed me a fight.
Train wailin’ down by the bayou bend,
Sounded ‘bout right for my night.

Left my roots in a busted bottle,
Traded road signs for smoke and sin—
Ain’t no compass when the devil’s drivin’,
Just a twitch in the bones and the wind.

I drift like the wind don't know me,
Float like the rain forgot my name.
Keep on movin’ ‘til the lines get crooked—
Guess I was born to drift anyway.

Found a shack where the porchboards groaned,
Old man squintin’ through a kerosene haze.
Said, “Boy, you look like a long-lost story—
With too many starts and no last page.”

Hung my coat on a nail full o’ rust,
Took a swig from a jar that bit like fire—
Even ghosts’ll sit when the sky turns red,
Even sins run outta desire.

I drift like the wind don't know me,
Float like the rain forgot my name.
Keep on movin’ ‘til the lines get crooked—
Guess I was born to drift anyway.

Every goodbye’s just a slow exhale,
Every mile’s another curse I sell.
Some folks stay, some raise hell—
Me? I drift... and I drift real well.

I drift like the wind don't know me,
Float like the rain forgot my name.
Keep on movin’ ‘til the lines get crooked—
Guess I was born to drift anyway.

Guess I was born… to drift anyway.

Drift

Nobody cried when the draft came calling
Nobody asked what we’re fighting for
They just waved flags at the evening screen
Then turned the lock on their front door

Nobody blinked at the wicked teachings
New commandments carved in haze
They told the kids to cut the mirror
And called the blood a better phase

Nobody moves, nobody sees
We numb the guilt with dopamine
The pain is blurred, the path is closed
We check our feed
Before it goes

Nobody speaks of the lines we buried
Where man and meaning used to stand
Now every word is up for bidding
And truth dissolves right in your hand

Nobody runs when the shots are ringing
Nobody moves when the bodies fall
They draw the blinds, refresh the ticker
And mutter, “That won’t change at all”

Nobody moves, nobody sees
We numb the guilt with dopamine
The pain is blurred, the path is closed
We check our feed
Before it goes

Nobody knows if the wound is fatal
Or if we’ve simply gone too numb
We teach our hate with smiling faces
And wonder why we come undone

Nobody guards what the heart remembers
Nobody shields what the soul once knew
We give the kids a screen and silence
And wonder why they come unglued

Nobody moves, nobody sees
We numb the guilt with dopamine
The pain is blurred, the path is closed
We check our feed
Before it goes

Nobody runs when the soul gets hollow
We drink and scroll and never follow
Nobody cares that the room is spinning
We lost the plot
But call it winning

Nobody runs when the soul gets hollow
We drink and scroll and never follow
Nobody cares that the room is spinning
We lost the plot
But call it winning

Nobody Moves

What Did I Become?

Tangle Theory

Winter rushes through the rusted screen,
Pine smoke clings where your coat had been

You left with a note in a coffee can
Said, “Don’t chase ghosts—be a better man”
I laughed ‘til the whisky turned to spit
Folded your words, bit by bit

Oh, I'm just a December fool
Counting time by the logs I burn
Talkin’ to God like a lonesome mule
Never sure what I’m s’posed to learn
And you, you had July in your bones
Now I’m frostbit and throwin' stones

The pond's gone solid, like your goodbye
Crows fight over nothin’ under a gunmetal sky
Your blue scarf’s still hangin’ on that fence
Like it’s waitin' for me to make some sense

Oh,  I'm just a December fool
Sharpenin' grief on a pocketknife
Built a chapel outta rusted tools
Prayin’ for the worst days of my life
And you, you had heat in your hands
And I just sink like boots in the land

You said, “Don’t rot in the place we met”
But I carved our names in the creek bed yet
And the flood came down like a sermon’s slap
Took our mark, but never brought you back

Oh,  I'm just a December fool
Made my bed where the cold wind stings
Runnin’ on hope like an old barstool
With a prayer that don’t mean a thing
And you, you are thunder in spring
I’m just talkin’ to bones and things

If love was a season, I missed the bloom
Still talkin' to ghosts in an empty room
I'm just a December fool
A fumblin' hand with a dulled-out tool

Winter rushes through the rusted screen,
Pine smoke clings where your coat had been

December Fool

He said, “Son, Don’t ask and I won’t lie,”
Tossed the keys to the ‘95
Momma’s rosary swung from the dash
Whole life packed in a Walmart sack

We passed the last barn before the border
With names we don’t use anymore
He drove like he was beatin' some order
That hadn’t knocked yet on our door
And me, I was twelve and full of thunder
Now I’m just a man who wonders

Gas station coffee at 3:13
He watched the road like it meant something
He said “There’s lines you cross with a shovel or flame,
But a boy like you don’t play that game.

We passed the last barn before the border
Where the silo leans like it heard too much
He never spoke of what came before her
Just lit a smoke with a farmer’s touch
And me, I held the silence like a shield
Dreamin’ of fences in open fields

We stopped where the river thinned to bone
He said, “Son, this is where you make your own”
I walked ten paces, turned around
But he was gone like the sound
And I still recall his trembling voice
Like a treasure buried but never found.

Last barn before the border’s still standin’
With initials carved in the weathered beams
I come back each year just for the landin’
Of a truth I still only see in dreams
And me, I’m half ghost, half his spit
Drivin’ roads I don't think he ever quit

And the preacher on the radio says, “Let it go”
But that’s not something country boys know...
Oh, it's not something country boys know.

Last Barn Before The Border

They meet behind the old feed store
Where the town don’t tend to go no more


Earl plays spoons, Hank brings a jug
Lena belts like she once knew love
Billy Joe taps the beat on his cast
Each voice cracked like a weathered mast

We're the Dry County Choir
Singin’ grace through barbed-wire throats
Found salvation in an old flat tire
And mercy in borrowed coats
Ain’t no steeple, but we stand just fine
Holdin’ pitch in a busted line
Not divine, we're the Dry County Choir

They don’t sell liquor inside these lines
But the past still pours from our blood like wine
We don’t drink no more, we testify
With a harmony that’ll make God cry

We're the Dry County Choir
Swappin’ sins for secondhand songs
Every verse rises a little higher
Till the guilt don’t feel so wrong
Ain’t no pulpit, but we’ve got this shed
Where the ghosts' forget and the living ain’t dead
Least not yet, we're the Dry County Choir

The sheriff don’t ask, the preacher don’t come
But the cornfield listens when the singing’s done

We’re the Dry County Choir
Hymns from the lost and tired
We bend our shame into gospel fire
And burn it slow on a busted wire
Ain’t no altar but the dirt we own
Ain’t no heaven like singing alone
We attone, we're the Dry County Choir

Dry County Choir... Dry County Choir...

Dry County Choir

I sigh a silence through my sleeves
Speak in gestures no one reads
Smile like it’s muscle memory
I’ve learned to disappear clean

It’s easier to bruise in private
And wear the wound like design
Tell me I seem so calm—
Yeah, that’s the crime

I wear soft armor, stitched in sleep
Hollow chest but styled so deep
Every glance a warning sign
Every touch pre-redefined
I stay sharp wrapped in quiet grace
Nothing cuts if you erase the place

You ask why I never flinch
I’ve made numbness feel like skin
You hold the match like a dare
But I’m already not there-
Oh, oh, I'm already not there!

It’s easier to hide in pattern
Than gamble what's not returned
The burn you fear?
I’ve learned to yearn and not get burned

I wear soft armor, stitched in sleep
Hollow chest but styled so deep
Every glance a warning sign
Every touch pre-redefined
I stay sharp wrapped in quiet grace
Nothing cuts if you erase the place

Some call it fear, I call it form
Some call it love, I call it worn
If I never bleed, is it still a war?
If I never crack, is it still yours?

I wear soft armor, stitched in sleep
Hollow chest but styled so deep
Every glance a warning sign
Every touch pre-redefined
I stay sharp wrapped in quiet grace
Nothing cuts if you erase the place

Some call it fear, I call it form
Some call it love, I call it worn
I didn’t break—just changed the shape they thought was mine
Soft as armor, stitched to tear but I'll be fine.

Soft Armor

You said I spark like I’m about to break
I said nothing—that’s how I operate
Every fuse inside me’s burnt but clean
You’d never guess where I’ve been seen

Tension builds behind the eyes
No flash, no sign—just trace and time

I’m all stray voltage—
No arc, no flame, just signal and hold
Can’t touch me right
But I still corrode
I won’t explode, but I don’t ground
I just stay charged when no one’s around

Kept my current under skin
Never tripped, never let them in
I know the surge that silence makes
It’s not the shock, it’s what it takes

Pressure builds but never screams
Buried deep in idle machines

I’m all stray voltage—
No arc, no flame, just signal and hold
Can’t touch me right
But I still corrode
I won’t explode, but I don’t ground
I just stay charged when no one’s around

Keep your hands where I can't feel
Keep your warmth off my shield
This isn't fear—it's how I deal
With all the live wires I conceal

I’m all stray voltage—
No arc, no flame, just signal and hold
Can’t touch me right
But I still corrode
I won’t explode, but I don’t ground
I just stay charged when no one’s around

Keep your hands where I can't feel
Keep your warmth off my shield
This isn't fear—it's how I deal
With all the live wires I conceal

A signal left when everything’s off
A flicker still ticking when the world’s shut off

Stray Voltage

I wear my doubts like medal pins
Zipper high, stitched tight at the chin
My sleeves hide things I don’t explain
A stitched-up map of exit lanes

I scan the room like a locked file
My walk rehearsed, my teeth in style
They see the cut, not where it tears
I’ve got a smile I never wear

You said, “you good?”
I said, “I stay ready”
Which meant:
No
And never steady

Badboy bomberjacket
Built for wind, not weight
I move like myth through window light
But come apart
In quieter ways

Each pocket holds a fallback plan
A number, meds, a wedding band
Not mine, not hers—just some lost proof
That comfort tends to kill the room

I fake a laugh, I miss my cue
I stay on beat, avoid the truth
You reached for me—I held too still
Like contact breaks a quiet build

Badboy bomberjacket
Steel-stanced, soft-stitched
You thought you saw my heart through it
But that was just
The lining twitch

Don’t confuse
Composure with conviction
I’m not calm
Just good at fiction
It's an affliction

You said, “you good?”
I said, “I stay ready”
Which meant:
No
Gone if you let me.

I looked good
Until the mirror fogged
Then killed the light
And zipped it off
And then back on.

Badboy bomberjacket
Still hanging by your door
Not mine, not yours, just what I leave
When I can’t
Say what it’s for

Badboy Bomberjacket

Oh, He waits in a boat of bone,
His hands like roots on a river like stone.
You lie beside me, your breath is a thread,
Your name already slipping from my head. 

We built our house from a borrowed flame,
Then carved our hopes into the rain.
The ferryman counts what he can keep,
While you fall deeper in your sleep. 

I have no silver for his plate,
Just a song and a broken faith.
If there's a cost to call you home,
Let him bleed me to the bone.
Oh, let him bleed me to the bone.
If there's a cost to call you home. 

I’ll pay the fare across the black,
Lay down my name, and won’t take it back.
The river pulls, the river breaks,
I buy the silence for one more day. 

He sets the oar into the flood,
Stirs up the years, stirs up the blood.
Your voice is a ripple, a thread in the dark,
Gone before I could create the spark. 

I have no silver for his gate,
Only a breath and a borrowed fate.
If there’s a toll to follow through,
I'll lay down what I never knew.
Oh, I'll lay down what I never knew. 
If there's a toll to follow through. 

I’ll pay the fare across the black,
Lay down my name and won’t take it back.
The river pulls, the river breaks,
I buy the silence for one more day. 

What if he’s deaf to the sound of prayers?
Then let the river unmake me there.
What if he’s blind to silver and gold?
Then I’ll give him the marrow, the blood and soul. 

I’ll pay the fare across the black,
Lay down my name and won’t take it back.
The river pulls, the river breaks,
I buy the silence for one more day.
For you.
For you.
For you.


The Fare

Ashes In The Crooked Fields

Bells in the mist call no one home,
Dreams choke in thorns over brittle stone.

We built our beds in broken streets,
Wove lullabies from worn-out screens.
Glass castles, blinking red and blue,
We drank the spell and never knew.

Sleeping plague, silent crown,
Dreamers lay their bodies down.
Sleeping plague, hollow kings,
Wake for nothing, die for dreams.

A hundred years of silent scrolls,
Wires grow through sleeping souls.
A kiss of fear, a kiss of screens,
Not one wakes up — not even screams.

Sleeping plague, silent crown,
Dreamers lay their bodies down.
Sleeping plague, hollow kings,
Wake for nothing, die for dreams.

No fire, no sword, no prayer will sever,
The web we spin to sleep forever.

Sleeping plague, silent crown,
Dreamers lay their bodies down.
Sleeping plague, hollow kings,
Wake for nothing, die for dreams.

Sleep... Sleep... Sleep...

Sleeping Plague

Cracks in the ground where the poppies grow,
Ash in the mouth where the sweet words go.

Built my house from broken bones,
Fed my fire with prayers and stones.
Took the strays the world threw out,
Taught ‘em hunger, taught ‘em doubt.

Iron teeth, iron tongue,
Better a bitter end than none.
Iron hands, iron gate,
Eat the lies before it’s too late.

Children come with hollow eyes,
Begging for the sweetest lies.
Better they fear my smoke and scar,
Than beg for crumbs from dying stars.

Iron teeth, iron tongue,
Better a bitter end than none.
Iron hands, iron gate,
Eat the lies before it’s too late.

I never asked for thanks or prayers,
I never wove them golden snares.
Only sharpened what they’d need —
A mouth for blood, a soul for seed.

Iron teeth, iron tongue,
Better a bitter end than none.
Iron hands, iron gate,
Eat the lies before it’s too late.

Better a bitter end than none...

Iron Teeth

We spoke through cracks in crumbling stone
Your breath a feather grazing bone
The moon, too dim to make us whole
Watched us try to make it home.
The moon too dim to make us whole

The fig tree trembled as you ran
Me, still warm from where you’d been
I wore your name beneath my skin
Soft as a vow, loud as sin
I wore your name beneath my skin

Mulberry red beneath our feet
Where nothing speaks and no one sleeps
If I had stayed, if you turned back
Would time have bent to trace our tracks?

A lion’s jaw, a veil half-torn
Petals gripped like they could warn
Your blood was fast beneath my knees
Love like this is not released
Your blood was fast beneath my knees

The earth won’t say who loved the most
Or which of us was marked or lost
I found your shape in letting go
And kissed the blade to make it slow
I found your shape in letting go

Mulberry red beneath our feet
Where nothing speaks and no one sleeps
If I had stayed, if you'd delayed
Would stars have dared to look away?

Two mouths on opposite sides of the wall
Still moving long after the fall
They said we were too young to see
But what did they build honestly?

Mulberry red, you bloom each year
Where shadows grow in place of fear
We weren’t wrong, just not in line
You wore the sky, I broke my spine

“Still,” you said, “I’ll find you still…”

Mulberry Red

Ah—
Same cup, same hand, same spin on the chair
If I can repeat it
I don’t have to feel it

I stir my coffee three times
Clockwise
Always
It doesn't taste better
But I know what comes next

I count the windowpanes in the morning
Like they’ll disappear if I don’t
It’s not obsession
It’s just—
Something to finish

Minor ritual
Keeps the pulse exact
Minor ritual
No room for collapse
I don’t pray
I reset
I don’t cry
I rinse out
Minor ritual
Clean hands
Closed mouth

I press my shirt like I’ll see someone
I won’t
But the line stays straight
Which is enough

I open messages
Then close them
Unread, but organized
It’s not ghosting
It’s curation

You once asked why I light the same candle
Let it burn, blow it out, walk away
It’s because I like
When something ends
On my terms

Minor ritual
No flame, just spark
Minor ritual
No depth, just mark
I keep the chaos
Color-coded
Keep the silence
Lightly loaded

You said,
“Why not just feel it?”
I said,
“I do.
Just—slow.
And softly.
And never where it shows.”

Minor ritual
What I do
So I don’t
Undo



Even now, I find 'em tucked in books
Left in drawers, in corners, in tucks and nooks
You’re gone, but your thoughts still quote
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Found one on the dash: "Ease your mind"
Another by the keys: "Take your time"
Back of my coat said "Don’t forget to breathe"
And every little word felt like it came from me

You never raised your voice, no grand displays
Just quiet love in quiet ways
Fridge door notes, and morning light
Your quiet presence always felt just right

Left your love on the fridge, in the back of my coat
Little lines you wrote still float like smoke
Can’t forget you, even if I tried to ghost
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

One by the sink said “You’ll be okay”
Taped to the cup I still use today
You wove your love in everyday things
Like coffee lids and kitchen sinks

You didn’t need a speech to let me know
You believed in me when I couldn’t show
And when I drifted, you kept me close
Just stuck to my soul like a Post-it note

Even now, I find 'em tucked in books
Left in drawers, in corners, in tucks and nooks
You’re gone, but your thoughts still quote
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Left your love on the fridge, in the back of my coat
Little lines you wrote still float like smoke
Can’t forget you, even if I tried to ghost
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

You left grace in the grain of a folded edge
Wrote hope in the margins where I lose my step
One note on the desk said “Get some rest”
Another on the fan just said “Do your best”

Never loud with the love, but it held real weight
Like a meal made slow on a tired plate
I’d drift, you’d anchor with a scribbled line
Never needed poems, just a crooked sign

A taped-up scrap near the nightstand light
Said “You’re not broken, just bent too tight”
Those words ain’t pretty, but they pulled me close
Like breath on glass or a hand through smoke

You gave truth in a way that it never preached
Like a balm in a world that don’t teach peace
Now your voice don’t ring, but it still rewinds
Each note a reminder that I’m still aligned

Even now, I find 'em tucked in books
Left in drawers, in corners, in tucks and nooks
You’re gone, but your thoughts still quote
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Left your love on the fridge, in the back of my coat
Little lines you wrote still float like smoke
Can’t forget you, even if I tried to ghost
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Little notes that saved my soul
Little signs when I lost control
You weren’t loud, but your love still spoke
Still holdin’ on like a Post-it Note

Even now, I find 'em tucked in books
Left in drawers, in corners, in tucks and nooks
You’re gone, but your thoughts still quote
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Left your love on the fridge, in the back of my coat
Little lines you wrote still float like smoke
Can’t forget you, even if I tried to ghost
It sticks to me like Post-it Notes

Slow down... you're doing fine
You matter, even on the quiet days
Still proud of you

Post-It Notes

He wore a grin like a knife in a sheath
Quiet and sharp, just waitin’ beneath
He said, “Trust me, kid, I’ve seen the map”
Then lit up a smoke from a diner match

Oh, Coyote, silver tongue
Stealin’ from the moon, talkin’ like he’s young
He’ll get you there, or get you lost
Every tale he tells comes with a cost

He showed me scars shaped like Texas towns
Told me lies that could bring gods down
He said, “You play it safe, you live half a breath
Sometimes you gamble just to flirt with death”

Oh, Coyote, born to run
Laughs at the truth like it weighs a ton
He’ll get you there, or get you gone
Every trail he walks, someone gets drawn

And I followed him ‘cross the dry river bed
Where the wind speaks low and the brave end up dead
He looked back once, with eyes gone wide
Said, “Even I can’t cheat what waits outside”

Oh, Coyote, fate undone
He stole the fire, then outran the sun
He’ll get you there, or get you wrong
Every step he takes becomes a song

Now I walk alone, dust on my boots
A whisper behind me hums old truths
The trick was never in the way he talked—
It’s what you lose when you believe he’s lost

Coyote

OK, computer
Run that again
I think I missed the part
Where I wanted this

I don’t mean
To sound ungrateful
Just—
Low battery
Wrong update
No signal

I wake before my name loads right
My face logs in with borrowed light
Scroll through silence
Like it might say
Who I’ve become
Or what to play

I text you back in lowercase grace
You type “hey”
I react with space
It’s not cold
It’s just the interface
Designed for smooth
Not depth

OK, computer
Tell me what I meant
Translate my silence
Into sentiment

You read my mood
Better than I do
And still
You buffer
Before the truth

I ask the map
Where I last felt real
It spins
I fake a destination
Just to feel
Like I’m in motion

Calendar says:
“Lunch with someone who tried”
Reminder set
But I let it slide

You said,
“You okay?”
And I blinked
Like a cursor
Waiting for input
That never came

OK, computer
One more run
Simulate closeness
Without the sun

Restore my voice
From cached replies
I’m still here
Just optimized

OK, computer
You got it right
I didn’t crash
I just
Went quiet

OK, Computer

We wore the nettle shirts
They burned into our skin
No stars above the forest
Just feathers soaked in sin
She tried to call us backwards
With thread and silent prayer
But we were never waiting
We never asked to care

Six ravens
Black as bone—
We fly slow.
We don’t go home.
Six voices—
One vow to keep.
No forgiveness.
No sleep.

The youngest broke his wing
To save a dying doe
The eldest cracked his beak
To speak what none could know
But kindness made us brittle
And freedom wore too thin
We kept the wings she hated
We chose the fire within

Six shadows
On burning stone—
We see all.
We fly alone.
Six feathers—
Ink and flame.
No forgiveness.
Only name.

She gave us thread and hope
We gave her back a storm
Her prayers were never truth
Just masks she tried to warm
We are what she created
No spell can pull us down
We fly with dusk in mouth
We wear her like a crown

She lit the sky with smoke
To end the curse she gave
But we were past redemption
Too far for her to save
No thread could catch our shape
No name could draw us home
We hunt without a master
Our hearts are black as bone

Six echoes
From broken skies—
We strike slow.
We close our eyes.
Six brothers—
No breath, no bleed.
No redemption.
Only need.

Six Ravens

Gravity Well

They say he forged a horseshoe
In the mouth of hell itself
Tricked the devil with a handshake
Then hammered out his wealth
But clever men make cursed things
And cursed men forge alone
Now everything he builds
Turns black
Turns dust
Turns bone

Ashmaker, hands of flame—
Strikes the iron, speaks no name
He melts the gold, he burns the frame—
Ashmaker leaves no claim.

Ashmaker leaves no claim.
Ashmaker leaves no claim.
Yeah, Ashmaker leaves no claim.

He kissed a girl from cedar dust
She smelled of salt and fire
He carved her name in ironwood
But the letters caught like wire
Now her voice is smoke inside him
Every vow a brand
She left with skin and shadow
He stayed
With ash
And hand

Ashmaker, hammer slow—
Coals for blood and breath below
Love can't live where fire won't go—
Ashmaker walks alone.

Ashmaker walks alone.
Ashmaker walks alone.
Oh, Ashmaker walks alone.

They bring him broken clocks and knives
And beg him for repair
But even time ignites for him
And steel just sings despair
He swore he’d never call it curse
But names don’t mean a thing
When all you touch
Is funeral dust
And ashes dressed as kings

He built a cradle once from oak
And watched it drown in cinders
A churchbell melted in his palm
Before he heard it ring
He tried to forge a silence
But silence came too late
The devil smiled
The fire bowed
The hammer blessed his fate

Ashmaker, forge and grave—
Heat that takes what mercy gave
He lays no claim, he digs no cave—
Ashmaker is the flame.

Ashmaker is the flame.
Ashmaker is the flame.
Oh, Ashmaker is the flame.

Ashmaker

I sang in the choir
Before the silence
Before wings caught fire in the open sky
Before wings caught fire in the open sky
I sang in the choir

They said it was pride—but I recall doubt
A question pressed in gold-lined mouths
I didn’t scream on the way down
Just bit my tongue and fell

I’ve dragged my breath through collapsing temples,
Spoke in tones that unsettled angels.
Crushed my chest in a vow too violent,
Woke in a tomb that mistook me silent.

Bit through faith with a tongue like thunder,
Coughed up blood from the spell I’m under.
Wings broke down in a failed redemption,
Still heard the hymn with a warlike tension.

Branded truth in the scars I carry,
Scripture burned where the lines were buried.
Built belief from a grim obsession,
Still wear the weight like a cruel possession.

Swallowed flame till my nerves were screaming,
Dreamed in pits where the stars stop gleaming.
Don’t preach law in your bright regalia—
I held the line through the whole damn failure.

I was an angel too
You forget the fall was shared
Feathers in the soot, bruised blue
You forget—I still cared

Coughing up blood in a sky of glass
Throat full of nails, stepping on stones
The Watchers wept, and Enoch wrote—
But not all books deserve to last

Who defines the fallen line?
Who replays the war in time?
Who reclaims the shattered sign?
Who remakes the first design?

I was an angel too—don’t rewrite the fall
I stood in the fire, I still heard the call
Not every wound you hide was earned
Not every bridge I crossed was burned

I was an angel too—torn from the choir
Struck down, not struck out, baptized in fire
You built your throne from shattered light
But I still dream in black and white

Oh, I saw the stars before they formed
I knew the hymn before it swarmed
And still I burn beneath your crown
And still I fall without a sound
And still I fall without a sound
And still I fall without a sound

I was an angel too
But not the kind you knew
Not all light leads back to you
Not all light leads back to you

I was an angel too
And I remember grace

I Was An Angel Too

I dropped my guard, it blinded me
The sky collapsed in silent kinda blue 
I heard you smile, it blinded me
A sound too soft to really make it through
You used to ask advice, and confide in me
And said what hurts is sometimes also true

Somewhere out there, babe, it's kinda tragic
Let the colors run, 'cause I can't stand the magic
I won’t let it touch me
Too close and it floods me
I bleach the blue sky
I know what hope can do
I bleach the blue sky

I stood too still, it blinded me
The air drew blood with everything new
You almost stayed and it blinded me
I pushed too hard, and watched you just undo

Somewhere out there, babe, it's kinda tragic
Let the colors run, 'cause I can't stand the magic
I won’t let it touch me
Too close and it floods me
I bleach the blue sky
I know what hope can do
I bleach the blue sky

I bleach the blue sky
I bleach the blue sky

I said too much, it blinded me
The light ran out before we told the truth
I turned away, it blinded me
And left a shadow, almost shaped like you

Somewhere out there, babe, it's kinda tragic
Let the colors run, 'cause I can't stand the magic
I won’t let it touch me
Too close and it floods me
I bleach the blue sky
I know what hope can do
I bleach the blue sky

Somewhere out there, babe, it's kinda tragic
Let the colors run, 'cause I can't stand the magic
I won’t let it touch me
Too close and it floods me
I bleach the blue sky
I know what hope can do
I bleach the blue sky

I bleach the blue sky
I bleach the blue sky

Bleach The Blue Sky

I held my words like folded knives
You named my calm, rewrote my life
I let you feel what I could control—
But I was never yours to hold

Your hands were warm, your timing good
You guessed the part where I once stood
But I’m not him, and this is not
Some broken thing you get to plot

You want me soft, then call it brave
Want me still and well-behaved
Want me quiet, clean, contained
A name you write then half-erase

But I don’t change
To fit your style
I don’t fall
To make you wild

You want a place to shoot, I know
Some open skin that doesn’t show
But I’m not bleeding just to prove
I’m soft enough for you to bruise

You played me soft to feel control
You found my pulse, then marked a goal
But I don’t bleed the way you need
I lock the door before I plead

You want me weak, then call it strong
Want me right and then want me wrong
Want me quiet, clean, contained
A name you write
Then half-erase

But I don’t change
To fit your style
I don’t fall
To make you wild

You want a place to shoot, I know
Some open skin that doesn’t show
But I’m not bleeding just to prove
I’m soft enough for you to bruise

I took the hits
I let them land
I bit my tongue
And played your hand

But I don’t play
To just pretend
This ain't love
It’s how it ends

Oh, Baby I don’t play
Oh, Baby I don’t play
Oh, Baby I don’t play

You want me soft, then call it brave
Want me still and then well-behaved
Want me quiet, clean, contained—
A name you write
Then half-erase

But I don’t change
To fit your style
I don’t fall
To make you wild

You want a place to shoot, I know
Some open skin that doesn’t show
But I’m not bleeding just to prove
I’m soft enough for you to bruise

Soft Target

Step in
Step in
You think you pull the strings now?
Oh, step in
Step in
You and your paper crown
You and your brass parade
Step in
Step in
False kings on borrowed thrones

Come if you believe
Come if you believe
You can tear us down
You can tear us down

You and your paper crown
You and your brass parade
You forget how it ends

We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ash stallions
Ash stallions
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ash stallions
Ash stallions
Ash stallions

Whispers in your court
But no one’s got your back now
Marching like you matter
With borrowed war drums
Cracked shields
Hollow vows
Whispers in your court
But shadows keep the count

Come if you believe
Come if you believe
You can tear us down
You can tear us down

You and your paper crown
You and your brass parade
You forget how it ends

We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ash stallions
Ash stallions
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ash stallions
Ash stallions
Ash stallions

Flags that once flew high
Now stitched to cloaks of ghosts
Our names are etched in stone
But you forgot the oath

You and your paper crown
You and your brass parade
You forget how it ends

We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ash stallions
Ash stallions
We ride tonight
We ride tonight
Ash stallions
Ash stallions
Ash stallions

Ash Stallions

I rise, not for breath, but to pull you below,
To the marrow where your certainty won't grow.
You, a whisper sewn in skin and bone—
Hard to follow, easier to dethrone.

Too late for words, we wait through the pale—
Dawn flickers like a match, fragile and frail.
They told you I was dulled and golden-flecked,
But gold’s just rust they haven’t checked.

Each hour marked, I’m dressed for the vanishing—
Every return, it’s just another reckoning.
Each breath I take, I wear like a mourning veil,
Every farewell’s just another funeral trail.

I don’t climb for air—I descend to trace
The fault lines carved in your sacred space.
Outside, the lawn is cluttered with hushed decay—
Leaves without names, and no branches to stay.

Each hour marked, I’m dressed for the vanishing—
Every return, it’s just another reckoning.
Each breath I take, I wear like a mourning veil,
Every farewell’s just another funeral trail.

The Funeral

A song about my best friend I lost when I was 13.

-

I watched the rain fall in the wrong direction
Backwards like breath pulled from a mouth
They said you were resting, I saw you vanish
And no one knew how to talk about death

And we had plans for summer.

I kept your chair the way it faced
As if you'd just stepped out of place
I learned that good was just a word
And sometimes love leaves the deepest mark

Trauma doesn’t end, it rearranges
Lives in the walls and changes faces
I spoke like you, then acted like them
And hurt the ones I tried to defend

Trauma doesn’t end, it rehearses
Moves like fog and speaks in curses
What I buried came back as sound
Soft and sharp—it spins around

I thought I saw you in the hallway mirror
But it was just how I hold my eyes
A child’s truth, too small for grown lies
I copied pain to feel alive

I stopped breathing that summer.

I pass it on, not by choice
In sideways looks and lowered voice
The silence I grew up inside
Becomes the tone I now confide

Trauma doesn’t end, it rearranges
Moves through hands and renames places
I built a self from broken codes
And now I see—I was never whole

Trauma doesn’t end, it rehearses
Carves its name inside the surface
Each breath I take, it breathes with me
A shadow stitched into memory

Trauma

Feels strange

You walked in like a storm, no warning sign
Eyes like twilight, pulling me into the night
Your touch, a whisper, soft and profound
Now I'm lost where I thought I was found

It feels strange

It feels strange, this fire in my veins
Like dancing in the rain, embracing the pain
Every moment with you, a beautiful ache
It feels strange, but I don't want it to change

Your laughter moved through the room like heat
Made the walls breathe, brought me to my feet
You unravel me with every glance
Caught in this unexpected romance

It feels strange

It feels strange, this fire in my veins
Like dancing in the rain, embracing the pain
Every moment with you, a beautiful ache
It feels strange, but I don't want it to change

Maybe love is meant to unnerve
To challenge the life we thought we deserved
In your arms, the world fades away
And I find peace in the disarray

It feels strange, this fire in my veins
Like dancing in the rain, embracing the pain
Every moment with you, a beautiful ache
It feels strange, but I don't want it to change

So let it feel strange, let it be new
In this mystery, I find truth with you

It feels strange

It Feels Strange


Concrete sunrise bleeds through the blinds
Another morning lined in coded signs
The headlines scream like a choir of drones
Still no reply from the hollowed throne

I prayed to a bulb in a hospital room
To the drip’s slow beat, to a god of fumes
If he’s up there, he’s a quiet king
While we burn our names into everything

 I’m craving faith, not the kind they sell
Not in a book, not heaven or hell
Just a signal through the soundless sea
A voice that's not just me

I walk through wires asking why,
Each screen a mirror I can’t recognize.
My thoughts come back in fractured tones,
No answer clear, just undertones.

Is there a pulse beneath this haze?
A name that hasn’t been erased?
I’d trade my doubt for something true,
Even silence that meant I knew.

She kissed my forehead, said “we all pretend”
But no map tells you where the soul might end
And faith... faith is a flickering dot
On a radar built from things we’re not 

I’m craving faith, not the kind they sell
Not in a book, not heaven or hell
Just a tremor through the poisoned ground
Some proof we’re not just sound







Craving Faith

I saw you first beneath the tree,
Your eyes were coins, your tongue a spark
You said the path would make me king
If I just cut my name into the bark
So I did it — blade and breath and blood
And waited for the dawn to rise
But what arrived was you again
With teeth too white, and too human eyes

Cut deep, boy, deeper still
Where sap runs hot and time stands still
They’ll call you fox before they know
How far your claws are meant to go

You led me past the rusted gates
Where no one sings and crows don’t lie
I stole the bird, just like you asked
It screamed in tongues that cracked the sky
The feathers fused into my arms
My mouth forgot the prince it fed
I kissed a mirror once last night
It looked at me and howled instead

Run fast, boy, lose your skin
Let hunger teach you where to begin
They’ll call you thief, they’ll call you son
But you and I — we are the one

The king is gone. The throne is bone.
The castle caved in dust and stone
The road was never pointing back
And roots have made my name their own
You said I’d rule, and maybe I do—
In fur and ash, with breath like coal
I see your shadow when I sleep
And wake to find I have no soul
I kept your scent, it lingers still
Between my ribs, behind my will
No prayer unwinds what’s tied in bone
You taught me how to die alone

Cut deep, boy, deeper still
Where sap runs hot and time stands still
You wear the fur, you sing the tone
You speak the curse — you walk alone

Foxfather

I drank the blood when the mother wept
When her hands forgot their grace
I felt the boy when the shovel bit
And the ground took in his face
I wrapped around his rib and hair
And curled beneath his tongue
I’ve never seen the sun myself
But I remember every one
I remember every one
I remember every one

Under every grave, a song remains
Not sung with lips, but tooth and veins
We stretched beneath your quiet screams
And now we speak through haunted green

The fruit she ate was sweet with blame
The bones she tossed were mine
He sang again through beak and flame
And fed her baked in brine
They danced around the stump they made
And called it mercy’s grace
But I could feel his ashes call
And coil behind her face

Under every grave, a song remains
Not sung with lips, but tooth and veins
We stretched beneath your quiet screams
And now we speak through haunted green

I do not speak like you above
I do not cry or pray or move
But every lie you bury here
Becomes the song the branches prove

And he sings:
"The wind it knows, the soil it keeps
The blood of sons the silence eats
My mother, she killed me
My father, he ate me
The roots remember every name—
And ghosts, they rise from the flame"

So carve your name in softer bark
And feed your kin with care
But know the ground will always keep
The shape of what you dare
He flies again, the child you lost
With feathers dipped in red
And every time you pass this tree
You feed what’s in its bed
You feed what’s in its bed
You feed what’s in its bed

Juniperoot

Skatepark cuts and locker scars
Burned my name into your car
You said: “We’re gods,”
I said, “We’re not”
But I still let you drive me off the lot

Sundays smelled like motor oil
Graffiti hearts, suburban spoil
We prayed to mixtapes, skipped the psalms
Your mom thought I was someone calm

But I'm a riot
Oh, I'm a riot!

Cut-off jeans and burned CDs
Cigarette ghosts in apple trees
Said we’d grow up clean and fast
But never said we’d make it last

And every red light turned to gold
When we were loud, when we were bold
But time don’t care who owns the night
You blink—it’s gone
No warning light

Supernova Sunday
Crashing into Monday
High on hope and gasoline
Trading truth for dopamine

Bleed into a manic haze
Voices lost in burnt-out praise
Sans-parade, no sweet refrain
Just names we scratched into the rain

Bottles in your glovebox tray
You joked like you were gonna stay
But every map was fading skin
And I knew you’d ghost before you sinned

But I still tried,
Oh, I still tried!

I kept your note behind the fuse
Right next to all the shit we’d lose
And I don’t know what saved me more
Your silence
Or that bedroom floor

We built a church from second base
Lit incense off your dad’s old case
And when the bridge began to bend
You lit the fuse
And called me friend

Supernova Sunday
Crashing into Monday
High on hope and gasoline
Trading truth for dopamine

Burned out on the minor chords
Sleep-deprived and soul ignored
Still I’d trade a hundred days
For one more backseat war

You said, “We’re infinite”
I said, “We’re not”
You laughed—
Lit the match with your old school flyer

And maybe that’s why I write in past tense
'Cause none of us asked to make any sense

Supernova Sunday
We lit the sky and ran away
Screamed like kids and lied like saints
Drowned the quiet, pulled the paint

Radiohead, but the Radio’s dead,
But you're still loud in loops I dread
No closure, no clean refrain
Just echo-screams
And windowpane

Just echo-screams and windowpane...



Supernova Sunday

The frost starts melting on the old front step
The sun cuts through where cold shadows slept
The trees look bare but the ground feels warm
There's a calm in me like the eye of a storm

Your name’s still etched in the window grime
But I quit tracing it after a little time
I talk to the wind like an old friend would
It don’t talk back, but it’s understood

I’ve got some cracks, but I’m holding tight
Still sleep alone but I’m sleeping right
You locked me down, but I found the key
I ain’t all put together—but I’m still me
I ain’t in one piece—but I’m still free

Found your lighter in a drawer last week
Didn’t spark a thing, didn’t make me weak
Guess healing’s slow but steady and strange
A little more peace with every change

I walked through cold that cut like stone
But spring don’t ask what you’ve outgrown
I’ve shed my skin, I’ve earned this breath
What’s gone is gone—what's left is left
The nights were long, but they taught me grace
I stopped chasing what I couldn’t face
The hurt ran deep, but it carved me clean
Now the ground’s still cracked—but it’s turning green

I’ve got some cracks, but I’m holding tight
Still sleep alone but I’m sleeping right
You locked me down, but I found the key
I ain’t all put together—but I’m still me
I ain’t in one piece—but I’m still free


Still Me

Oh, they bless the ground they walk, but curse the ones who stray
Sing of kindness sharp as blades, and call it just the way

Saw her post about peace, fingers red with rage
Called it “truth to power,” but she tore out the page
Where grace once lived, there’s just a smirk and a cause
And a list of names for the ones who pause

They wear their guilt like medals, hang their shame on you
Quote justice in a whisper, but scream their own truth

Preach!
In your cashmere fists and tweets
Preach!
From your towers of concrete
You sing of freedom, choke the breath beneath
Call it progress while you salt the seed
Preach!
With a grin too sharp to trust
Preach!
While the ground turns into dust
You don’t want debate, just to impede
So go on—preach

He said, “I don’t know,” and they lit the fire
Dragged his doubt through digital mire
Told him silence is consent, but never stood near
And traded nuance for the sound of fear

Oh!

They quote the saints but none of their grief
Just the parts that keep them chief

Preach!
In your cashmere fists and tweets
Preach!
From your towers of concrete
You sing of freedom, choke the breath beneath
Call it progress while you salt the seed
Preach!
With a grin too sharp to trust
Preach!
While the ground turns into dust
You don’t want debate, just to impede
So go on—preach

(Hey) You wore the flag like a designer scarf
(Oh-Hey) And sold your mercy by the cart
(Oh-Hey) Said, “All are welcome,” till one asked why
(Oh-Hey) Then you boxed his ears with a moral high
(Oh-Hey) Your gospel’s just a filtered feed
(Oh-Hey) The kind that cuts but claims to heal
(Oh-Hey) The choir moans, the page don’t yield—
Just a thousand likes and a sharpened zeal

Preach!
With your mob wrapped up in silk
Preach!
Where the blood still stains the guilt
You sing of freedom, but only for the tame
Call it justice when you burn the frame
Preach!
With your gospel dressed in scorn
Preach!
Like the world was never torn
You don’t want the truth, just a good retweet
So go on—PREACH!

Preach

You said my name like biting ice
A shape your mouth still knew by trace
Your smile held but never stayed
Still I reached across the space 

We played the part with morning routine
The same chair, the same window light
But every glance held less of you
And more of someone out of sight 

I’m losing you twice
Once in the room
Once in the light
Fading too soon
You’re here, but not right
Each day a goodbye
I'm losing you twice 

Your words slipped into crooked paths
Unfinished thoughts without their start
And I kept laughing through the gaps
Pretending silence was an art 

Then you slept—
and didn’t—
didn’t stir.
No gasp.
No—
no breath.
Just the hand,
still.
Still the same hand
I held—
I had held
when there was—
when nothing—
when nothing else was left. 

I said your name.
Then again.
Then again.
And again.
Like it could—
like it could hold—
like it could hold
what slipped away. 

I’m losing you twice
Once with your name
Once with the night
No flame, no frame
No final rite
Just chairs still turned
And no one gets twice
I’m losing you twice

Losing You Twice

Okay now—breathe in, keep walking
Don’t matter what broke, keep talking
It gets better, yeah it gets better

She said, “The car broke down on the Texas line”
He said, “Perfect, we’re just in time”
Kicked the dust, wiped blood from his brow
Said, “Life ain’t waitin’, so we start right now”
Then he looked out west with a crooked grin
Said, “You get knocked down, you get back in
Don’t need luck when your lungs still breathe,
The world throws punches, but you never leave”
And they marched through dirt with the sky on fire
Said, “It’s pain that shapes you—not desire”

I lost my name in a motel drawer
Left my pride in a grocery store
But I got this tune and a stubborn friend
And we both believe the ache might end
 
It gets better—don’t ask how
You just wake up and it hurts less now
It gets better—ain’t no plan
Just a sunburnt kiss and an open hand
It gets better 
It gets better 
Oh-oh-oh—it gets better!

Oh, the rain don’t warn you
And the road don’t end
But we all keep walking
And we all pretend
'Til one day—
It’s not pretend
It’s not pretend
It’s not pretend

Found a photo taped to the dash with sweat
He said, “That’s the day I learned to forget—
Not the love, but the fear that chased it
Not the road, just the way I faced it”
She said, “You fall, but you fall with teeth”
He laughed, “Yeah, and I land on beat”
Every scar in the mirror, I framed it gold
'Cause the cracks in the story are how it's told
We don’t pray for the pain to end
We pray for the grit to rise again

It gets better—don’t ask how
You just wake up and it hurts less now
It gets better—ain’t no plan
Just a sunburnt kiss and an open hand
It gets better 
It gets better 
La-la-la, it gets better!

It gets better!
It gets better!

It gets better—like a fire escape
Like a song you sing when you’re half-awake
It gets better—like a runaway train
But the kind that flies, not the kind that pains
It gets better! 
It gets better!
Oh-oh-oh—it gets better!

“Do it again!”


It Gets Better

Tech enthusiast. Lifelong songwriter. I use AI to make music.

Band Lineup:
The Grimm Gospel - Gothic Folk, Psychedelic Folk
Winter Kites - Electro-Indie, Synth, Down Tempo
Minor Ritual - Indie, Post Rock
Field Of Ashes - Ambient Post Rock
Zach Rye Band - Folk & Singer Songwriter
The Velvetines - 70's Psychedelic Rock 
Ryder Lux - Pop & Tropical House
James Morrisoni - Classic Rock
The Quiet Verse - Lo-Fi Hip Hop, Soul & Rap
The Weeping King - Soulful Rock, Alternative Rock
Two Tribes Theory - Rap, Reggae, Afrobeat Fusion
Knox County Ghost - Outlaw Country

I’ve been writing and performing music since my younger days, though life took me on a 20-year journey through the tech world. Songwriting has always been my passion—a way to capture emotions, stories, and moments. Now, with the help of AI, I’m turning my lyrics into the music I love to listen to. 

Don't like AI music? That's all good, I am not trying to make money or take the shine from awesome live artists, I just like to write the stories I like to hear.

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