This track was commissioned for primary school students to sing/ listen to during their class about Buddhism.

It uses a simple phrase from the Enmei Jukku Kannon Gyo, or "Ten-Line Kannon Sutra", translated from the Japanese by the late Zen Master Maezumi Roshi.

Morning Mind is Kanzeon, 
Evening Mind is Kanzeon!

At the Zen River temple, the chant is often followed by a dedication to help those in need due to illness or problems, or as a memorial to those who have passed away.


"This phrase encourages practitioners to focus their minds on Kanzeon, the Bodhisattva of Compassion, in the morning and evening. It emphasises the importance of aligning one's thoughts and consciousness with this figure of compassion at both the beginning and end of the day.

The chant serves not just as a statement but as an invitation to cultivate a compassionate and mindful state of being from the start of each day. It encourages individuals to connect with the essence of Kanzeon and her boundless compassion, helping to initiate the day with intention and focus. The complete sutra, especially this phrase, is commonly used in Zen Buddhist practices, including chanting during zazen (seated meditation) and other ceremonies."

Morning Mind is Kanzeon - a children's song

Verse 1:

Feel the toxins trickle through my mind, full of these drugs, full of suicidal thoughts always stuck in decline

Wake me from these nightmares, let me rise, been down for too long, maybe this lifetime will be the one I get it right

And yet I feel this peace, deep inside my mind, I’m still shining, can’t wait to chill and cease, all this fucking chiming, stars signing, I feel a subtle crease, pushing on my spine all the time and now I’m just feeling weak, gotta push and grind fore I die and just lay deceased

Chorus (x2):

In the cold I sleep, almost six feet deep, night I creep, pussy don’t try me, full of these toxins, still treadin and walkin, I’m fucked up and coughin, don’t know where I’m at

Deep in my thoughts, reminiscing on loss, all these schemes and these plots that led to my ascension

Leave yall in coffins, no witness or hostage, I’m taking what’s due with my hellish intentions

Verse 2:

Got this smoke in my streams, I’m driving not surviving, oh one more hit for my team, still thriving fuck your whining, hoe get the fuck up off me, no riding busy grinding, woe what the fuck do you mean 

I been runnin it up, making my profits then doublin up, stackin my greens no I don’t give a fuck, bout all these bitches, I don’t need a cuff, these pussies they fake and they claiming they up, give yall some wisdom just shut the fuck up, take all yo pills yall just fiendin for love, makin some bands but its never enough, man what the fuck

So sick and fuckin tired, I hear the same thing, So sick and fuckin tired trying to maintain, all of these thoughts, being led on by thots, leave my frontal lobe shot, a lobotomy trick

Bitch boy a bastard, I’ll leave yo ass hangin and white lookin like you was Casper

Fuck are you after, the money the fame the grind or maybe the passion

Run down my corpse until nothing remains, dig up my grave and just let me decay

Every single fuckin day it’s all rain (Grey Grey)

Numbing my body to deal with the pain, clutching the shotty to blow out my brain 

One day a prophet, the next one a stain (Ay Ay)

Fuck your excuses, just get up and dream

Or blow yo shi off and down the fucking drain 

Chorus (x2):

In the cold I sleep, almost six feet deep, night I creep, pussy don’t try me, full of these toxins, still treadin and walkin, I’m fucked up and coughin, don’t know where I’m at

Deep in my thoughts, reminiscing on loss, all these schemes and these plots that led to my ascension

Leave yall in coffins, no witness or hostage, I’m taking what’s due with my hellish intentions

L34V3 Y4LL N KoFFiNs

A Crown Of Gore (Halloween Is Coming Live Jams)

Chasing Dreams

Petroleum, PFOAs, Microplastics and Fake Trees

Bioaccumulation of microplastics in decedent human brains: https://www.nature.com/articles/s41591-024-03453-1

The Human Brain May Contain as Much as a Spoon’s Worth of Microplastics, New Research Suggests: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/the-human-brain-may-contain-as-much-as-a-spoons-worth-of-microplastics-new-research-suggests-180985995/

Detection and characterization of microplastics in the human testis and semen: https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/36948312/

Microplastic presence in dog and human testis and its potential association with sperm count and weights of testis and epididymis: https://academic.oup.com/toxsci/article/200/2/235/7673133

In a First, Microplastics Are Found in Fresh Antarctic Snow: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/in-a-first-microplastics-are-found-in-fresh-antarctic-snow-180980264/

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Forever Man

My Teflon coated 
Skeleton holds a 
Pretense over me
It's harder to wash away
When the water will rush away
Leave me dry and clean


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


Waterproof, insoluble
I'm sickly celled, with polished roads
Breathing out Gasoline
Overton turn 
The economy grows
I got the front seats for the final show
Plastic model plastered in a magazine


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


[Solo]


Replace the trees
With tree toys
Stick 'em in the ground
Then call 'em a forest
Ain't this town so neat? 
The amount of fumes itself 
A show of force
Progress takes much sacrifice, of course
'Til our recyclable blood depletes


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


///////////JUNE-AUGUST 2025

Forever Man

A dark and experimental venture into the realm of Techno.

Yellowjacket

Boogie in the Dark (with you)

check out "Dreaming on Another Distraction" the band. Kudos to the great Artist.

 Primitive Lo-fi, Ambient, Experimental Soul, Electronic Jazzy, Indie Blues, Art, Rock, Music-Noise.


Dreaming on Another Distraction

What was supposed to be a quick travel sketch has quickly evolved into a study of loneliness, inspired by a bit unsteady busy signal of the phone and the rain. It doesn't matter what exactly city it is, it's all just a mirror to your own soul in the end.

YouTube

Busy

The only thing left to do, is dream of the change you want to occur. 

Slumbering Nix Dreams Of Change

AI



You will never be free from pain.
You will never be fully understood.
You will never get the childhood you needed.
No one is coming to save you.
You will be misunderstood and unrecognized.
You will want things you’ll never get.
Your body will keep breaking down.
The world will never be fair.
You will always have to fight for meaning.
You will die with unfinished shit.
You will never be enough for everyone.
You will always get triggered by old wounds.
You will always feel out of place.
You will not get closure.
You will lose people who mattered more to you.
You will never know if you truly mattered.
You won’t get back the stolen years.
You will always be haunted by alternate versions of you.
Happiness will never last.
Most people lie to themselves.
Telling the truth will cost you.
You will always have to explain yourself.
You will question your worth until you die.
Love will not fix you or them.
No one will fully get you.
You won’t ever arrive.
You will always feel like you’re faking it.
Your needs will always feel like a burden.
The world won’t care that you’re tired.
Grief will never go away.
You will not get justice for what was done to you.
Your best qualities came from suffering 



Facts of Life

Emerging from the quiet edges of rural Louisiana, Poppa (aka Rivers) crafts soundscapes that live between worlds — where Primitive Ambient textures meet Lo-fi Soul, Indie grit, and Experimental pulse. Drawing on a wide emotional spectrum, Poppa’s music blends dusty analog warmth with glitchy digital haze, channeling the raw spirit of Jazzy Blues, Electronic minimalism, and Art Rock storytelling.

Each track feels like a sonic diary entry — vulnerable, spacious, and unpredictable. With a DIY ethos and genre-blurring instincts, Poppa creates music for deep nights, wandering minds, and anyone searching for meaning in distortion.

Whether floating through ambient dreamscapes or crackling over lo-fi rhythms, Poppa’s sound resists easy classification — but resonates with listeners craving truth, texture, soul & noise.

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To everyone that knows their importance to Me, for all of you I am forever indebted. (JJ, Henri, Lance, Jobb, Megan, Ariel Buster, Nicky, Krystle, Postmaster, Sheets, Luther, Jeff, Joshua, Ruan, Sloth, Redneck, & Gil).

TO ALL MY YAMAKAITIS and MESTAYER FAMILY, FRIENDS, NEIGHBORS, ACQUAINTANCES. I LOVE YOU ALL
 {Poppa}

Dreaming on Another Distraction

Poppa {aka Rivers}