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Naviar Haiku 480:

filling my shadows
glorious rays bringing growth
heavenly ascent

Jennifer Doty was born and raised in the beautiful wilds of the Ozarks in southern Missouri. She was taught to value literature, music, the arts and spirituality. Her upbringing encouraged creativity, open mindedness and self-expression.

Always attracted to the outdoors, she draws much inspiration for her poetry from nature, as well as human nature. Her interest in poetry and writing as a form of self-expression began in her early teens, only recently is she beginning to publicly share her work.

Jennifer obtained a B.S. in Child, Adult and Family Services and an M.S. in Health Sciences. She has always had a passion for helping others. She raised 2 children and currently spends time helping with her four grandchildren. She enjoys family, writing, travel, photography, painting and working on improving her guitar skills.

1st Time for Everything

Skyward

Skyward (NaviarHaiku480)

Hör dir Ebbe von ▶afrozensecond ❚❚ ⏪ an auf #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/PiA9W5ixazapFsrxJ6

jam to Ebbe

The In-between

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TITLE: FIREBACK SYMPHONY
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LYRICS:
(Verse 1)
They circled close with smirks and sneers
Whispered curses in my ears
Shadows danced where light won’t go
They carved their names into my soul

(Chorus)
But every spell they spun unwound
Every stone they threw hit ground
All the venom they spilled
It seeped and turned
Backfire symphony
Their lesson burned

(Verse 2)
They lit their torches
Made their pyre
Fanned the flames of cruel desire
Laughed as they watched me stumble and crawl
But smoke choked the room
And they lost it all

(Pre-chorus)
They thought they’d win this wicked game
But the mirror cracked and said their names

(Chorus)
Every wish for my despair
Became the weight they couldn’t bear
All the ill they brewed
It brewed too strong
Backfire symphony
They sang it wrong

(Bridge)
Karma plays a wicked tune
Rings like thunder
Comes too soon
The strings they pulled
They snapped and screamed
They woke the nightmare from their dream

(Outro)
Vengeance wakes where lies sleep.

Reaper What You Sow

Backfire Symphony

Fireback Symphony

This is a bit of a spiritual sequel to me and Stephen's last track "Got A Light?" since it continues in a similar direction mood-wise. Once again I'm adding a little guitar into the mix. My parts are the very simple straightforward guitar picking and Stephen is doing all the complex shredding haha. I also produced the beat and electronic elements.

Black Coffee (A Texas Tea Production)

Dazed

Just a shitty little ditty for no reason whatsoever 

Well as soon as sight restores my eyes
I get out of the bed after several tries
A quick crack of the blind to check the skies 
I must be outta my mind , there’s never no surprise 
But I’m alive i suppose 
Although I thrive as a ghost 
I’m just surviving at most
Confusing highness with hope
But I ain’t claiming I’m broke
When every days the same joke
It’s just the way that I cope
Turning brain cells to smoke 


And now my bowels are made of paper towels and hatred for my sinning 
I’m quite upset I haven’t fixed them yet , but if that’s the price then im winning
And I’m willing to continue on
This thrilling search for better songs
Delivered in a natural style
That withered off there for a while
I’ll promise you I’ll never use
Computers to replace the muse 
I’ll never judge the folk that do 
But subterfuge is like super glue
It sticks like shit and makes a mess 
And never hits like Dylan’s best
This was supposed to be a protest song  
I don’t know where that bloody ghost came from 
It’s just another mostly hopeless one 
The kind that hits the Holy Ghost in one
And writ in shifts between the blunts and bongs
I’ll probably quit now that the goings gone

Shit guitar and pointless musings by me

His highness of hope

Star Life Signed

With life the universe knows itself
In subconscious poem
In each book on the shelf
In formulaic epiphany
The universe explains its' me

Cosmic me
Once just innate
Once unaware of its own state
Bring reasons layer
Great stars found meaning
Bring the calculas
Orbit answers streaming

Articulated and tooled with lingo
No providence did scare poor dingo
Then the universe flicked a switch
Come reference itch
Now known exist

So what of us before this layer
Our consciousness just felt fair
Most calculations innately known
Just luck survived destined problem

A final act of entropy
One last hurrah till thermo free
Enough for me
Let's fill more gaps
Let's sign our name
To our cosmic backs

With a sum
We add for all
With a meaning
There's light for lull
Forever time knew just inclinced
Now life a signature
Great star has signed

Star Life Signed (Poem)

Six feet under

Quiet Like This

[Verse 1]
Late night lights low
you’re close enough to breathe in
something silent pulls me near—
not force just a gentle spin

Sofa cushions sink a little
your shoulder leans toward mine
every second feels suspended
soft and warm like vintage wine

[Pre-Chorus]
No questions asked
no reason to explain
your presence speaks
in ways lips can’t blame

[Chorus]
I’ve never known quiet like this—
where silence feels like a kiss
two hearts beating close in time
no rush no fear just your hand near mine
we don’t say a word yet somehow we exist
in harmony—
I’ve never known quiet like this

[Verse 2]
Your eyes trace mine slowly
like you’re reading a favorite page
soft breaths softer looks
comfort only time can stage

I feel the night surround us
the city fading into air
nothing here to break the moment—
just your calm just your care

[Pre-Chorus]
No questions asked
no reason to pretend
you sit with me
and it feels like an invitation I’d send

[Chorus]
I’ve never known quiet like this—
where silence feels like a kiss
two hearts beating close in time
no rush no fear just your hand near mine
we don’t say a word yet somehow we exist
in harmony—
I’ve never known quiet like this

[Bridge]
Maybe love doesn’t need a speech
maybe it lives right here—
in the gentle way you breathe
in the peace when you’re near

[Final Chorus]
I’ve never known quiet like this—
a night I never want to miss
no noise no light just you and me
two souls sitting in unity
we don’t say a word yet somehow we exist—
and I’ve never known quiet
quite like this

Quiet Like This

Fille du Vent

I'm a composer, working from a 3' x 5' studio (some may call it a dinette) in a 5th wheel camper, while traveling the United States. I've been on the road for six years, so most of my recent work will have come from a different state (of mind and location) during my travels.

Music makes me feel better about everything. I don't know that I'm ever happier than when I am creating. I sometimes wonder if creativity isn't one of the primary keys to happiness. Do you ever feel better than when you say, "Look what I did."? This phrase magically conjures the purest sense of childlike joy.

Music works for every part of our lives. We all have music for when we are sad, happy, celebrating, meeting others, when we are alone, and even when we are lonely. Did a song come to mind as you read each of those situations? I remember the first song I ever heard on the radio, on my first bus ride to kindergarten. One of my favorite musical memories is playing in a band for steel beach on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS Nimitz.

I love telling stories with music. Everybody loves John Coffey in the Green Mile, but Mr. Jingles should have a song commemorating his reaching and joining the circus at Mouseville. If you agree, join me for this and similar journeys. The music here is synthetic, but as real as you would choose to have it.

My music most often lands on Soundcloud first and is inspired by one of my favorite communities, Naviar Haiku:
https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku
I find writing to a Haiku prompt sufficiently limiting and exquisitely inspiring.

Skyward (NaviarHaiku480)

Raymond Stull