Winter Kites

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

Inspired By Mad World By Gary Jules

All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places, worn out faces.

All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places, worn out faces.


Algorithms sell us dopamine in doses,
Scrollin' through illusions, sippin' digital potions.
Kids grow up in filters, forgettin' their faces,
Mirror talk’s silent — echo in vacant spaces.

Fast food thoughts, microwave convictions,
Truth’s outdated, swapped for fiction subscriptions.
Teachers broke, while the billionaires preach,
They monetize dreams that they never could teach.

It’s a mad world — built on trends and tweets,
Where silence costs more than the words we speak.
We chase gold likes and forget what’s real,
But I still feel, yeah, I still feel.

And I find it kind of twisted,
I find it kind of sad—
The dreams where I don’t survive
Are the only ones I have.

It’s a mad world — screens glow like fire,
Feeding hopes wrapped in barbed wire.
But I won’t fold, even when it hurts —
Still walk through hell just to find my worth.

News loop tight like a noose on the truth,
They feed us fear dressed in tailored suits.
Kids can code before they can ride a bike,
While peace is a dream behind a paywall site.

We pledge allegiance to a screen each day,
While the planet burns in a pixelated haze.
No gods, just brands — no prayer, just plans,
But I still write verses with my own two hands.

It’s a mad world — built on trends and tweets,
Where silence costs more than the words we speak.
We chase gold likes and forget what’s real,
But I still feel, yeah, I still feel.

It’s a mad world — screens glow like fire,
Feeding hopes wrapped in barbed wire.
But I won’t fold, even when it hurts —
Still walk through hell just to find my worth.

And I find it kind of twisted,
I find it kind of sad—
The dreams where I don’t survive
Are the only ones I have.

It’s a mad world — screens glow like fire,
Feeding hopes wrapped in barbed wire.
But I won’t fold, even when it hurts —
Still walk through hell just to find my worth.

All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places, worn out faces.

All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out places, worn out faces.

Mad World

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

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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

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

It looked like something torn, not cut
Like silence pulled from under us
Still falling through a room we left
Still shaped by what we never kept

No one held that version of you
Like I did—like I still do
Not the smile, not the sound
No one held you like I do now
No one held you like I do now

There were days you'd fold in light
And I’d pretend that made it right
But joy should never take that long
To find, then vanish into song

No one held that version of you
Like I did—like I still do
Not the fault line, not the flare
No one knew how to stay there
No one knew how to stay there

They should’ve warned me soft things split
Long before they seem unfit
And now the walls are coming down
The weight exposed, the seams unbound
If soft things split—
it tumbles down
Yeah, it tumbles down
it tumbles down

I still think of how you smiled
You moved like something almost wild
But you became the echo left
Of someone I could not protect

No one held that version of you
Like I did—like I still do
Not the shadow, not the cause
Just the shape of what once was

No one held that version of you
Like I did—like I still do
Not the smile, not the sound
No one held you like I do now
No one held you like I do now

Shape Of What Was

Bring your sons!
Bring your sons!

For a wooden throne!
For a wooden throne!

There are watchers on the ridge, eyes fixed and still,
Following the smoke lines twisting up the hill.
Why grant the gift of thought to
Hands that clutch and teeth that grit?
This garden was enough—
But they carve it into borders, everything is split.
Built their walls with bark and bone,
One spark, then two—now fire has grown.

Bring your sons!
Bring your sons!
For a wooden throne!
For a wooden throne!

Creatures with a conscience
Given thumbs—they forge a blade
Gifted reason, chose division
Broke each sacred thing they made
Down the middle
Always down the middle

They pound their drums over dust and oil
Carve gods into their flags and soil
Gave them minds—they forged a myth
Of conquest, name it peace and call it truth
Took the sky, laid claim to it
Took the sea, drew a line through it
Between “ours” and “theirs” they say
They burn it all to plant a sign their way

Bring your sons!
Bring your sons!
For a wooden throne!
For a wooden throne!

Creatures with a conscience
Given thumbs—they forge a blade
Gifted reason, chose division
Broke each sacred thing they made
Down the middle
Always down the middle

They stand at the edge, shout smoke through the breach,
Names split like oak—clean, out of reach.
Not what they need, but what they can take,
Not a whisper of threat—just the tremor it makes.
One voice becomes a thousand boots,
Ten thousand steps stomp out the roots.
Each step hits harder, closer, vast—
They don’t draw lines, they brand the past.
The earth is ink, the flags are flame,
Old myths spark and shift the frame.
Borders crack—laid fuses burn,
They strike the match, then let it turn.
Just far enough to watch it bloom.

Bring your sons!
Bring your sons!

For a wooden throne!

Wooden Thrones

I gave you half my heartbeat’s code...

I gave you half my heartbeat’s code
Kept the rest in lock-down mode
You walked through rooms I built and then
Left a scar under my skin

You learned my wounds like lullabies
Held them close between your lies

I’m half of me when you're alone
Still whole when we share the bone
You hold the half that knows my scars
I keep the one that keeps me far

We drank the night in filtered hues
Our lips tasted like worn-out truths
You traced the scars I never mapped
I let you in, then watched it crack

You found the code but never saved
Danced around the parts I laid

I’m half of me when you're alone
Still whole when we share the bone
You hold the half that knows my scars
I keep the one that keeps me far

Here’s to love in halves, in missing links
Never quite broken, never quite fixed
We built a home in broken glass
Shattered truths we claimed to last

I’m half of me when you're alone
Still whole when we share the bone
I’m half of me—until I roam
This half of me keeps me unknown

I gave you half my heartbeat’s code...

Half Of Me

Rows of windows all breathing in the dust
I can feel their cold light watching us
All these days, they fall in motion
All these days, we learn to carry stone
Then bleed out again
Then bleed out

This mirror will, will not reflect me right
It forgets the name I held last night
Drink red fourty, hold the silence
Before we all return beneath the stone
Then bleed out again
Then bleed out

Cracked bones, every limb
Burning bright and then goes dim,
Tastless dreams,and grinding teeth
Cut my feet on a jagged reef

All these days, they fall in motion
All these days, we learn to carry stone
Then bleed out again
Then bleed out

We bury our names in love
We bury our names in love

Jagged Reef

She left a thread beneath the dying light
A word half-said, then swallowed by the night
You lit a smoke but never struck a flame
And wore her leaving like a borrowed name

You said her silence felt like choice
But heard the truth behind her voice

I still chase that stubborn light
Flickering beneath the fight
Even if it never stays
I trace its shape across the haze

I still chase that stubborn light
Even when it blinds my sight
What you lose, you learn to find
Where love once burned, it leaves a sign

You drew her laugh into your notebook’s spine
And underlined the parts that made it rhyme
But pages tear in different ways
Some fold in half, some drift away

She wasn’t yours to hold or keep
But she still walks inside your sleep

I still chase that stubborn light
Glowing soft, but never right
Even if it breaks me clean
I follow what was never seen

I still chase that stubborn light
Flickering beyond the night
Even if it fades too soon
It pulls the tide like haunted moons

The heart will build what time erodes
A quiet room with locked-up oaths
I saw you burn your final thread
And light a lamp beside your bed

I still chase that stubborn light
Hiding in the things you write
Even if it slips the frame
I love what doesn’t take a name

I still chase that stubborn light
Even when it leaves no sign
It never stayed, but never strayed—
And still it shines
Still it shines

Stubborn Light

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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Winter Kites

MyKingFalls Collective