2023 - 02 - 24 Goodbye

A black cat is crossing my path tonight
With glowing eyes under the streetlight
It steps so soft like a secret untold
Is it a curse or a charm to behold

Am I lucky or am I doomed
Does the moonlight seal my gloom
Whiskers twitch as it walks away
Black cat tell me am I lucky today

Its tail flicks like a pendulum swing
A silent rhythm it seems to bring
I wonder if it knows my fate
Or if it’s just walking
Running late

Superstitions they wrap me tight
Is it a blessing or just the night
The stars above refuse to say
Black cat guide me
Lead the way

Am I lucky or am I doomed
Does the moonlight seal my gloom
Whiskers twitch as it walks away
Black cat tell me am I lucky today

It turns its head
A knowing glance
A fleeting moment
A curious chance
I follow its trail
The mystery grows
The answer's somewhere
Nobody knows


Black Cat Crossing

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

They crawl from lips where poison sleeps—

Ohhhhh,
She smiles, 
and promises she keeps.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,


But hear them snap—
those little bones—

Each lie she speaks becomes a groan.
Ohhhhhh,
Hmmmmmmm,


The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

The flies,
 are crushed in rotting teeth,
A grinding truth,

 that crawls beneath.
Ohhhhhh,

Her eyes are glass,
 her hands are still,
Yet in her mouth,
 a glutton’s thrill—

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

She feasts on grief,
 on sins half-spoke,

While in her throat the dead things choke.
Ohhhhhh,

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.


She eats the flies—
she eats regret.
Hmmmmmm,

And with each bite,
 she can’t forget.
So let her talk,
 and let them die—

The truth decays. The flies still lie.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth.

pb2025

She,  eats the flies

A rebel’s origin story, leaving fire in his wake as he rides the wind away from roots and regret

Dust Trails

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Forgive 
Is 
To Live 
And let live. 
The understanding 
And transparency 
With the  
Soul’s inerrancy. 
The ego’s discrepancy. 
As the universe 
Grants clemency. 
The grace 
Of dualities. 
Coherency 
While my clarity 
Looks at 
Relational 
Disparity. 
An act  
Of insincerity. 
The tendency 
Toward 
Popularity 
Becoming the route 
Of jealousy’s 
Psychotherapy. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

This bondage  
Of self 
As separation 
Is being dealt. 
From a therapist 
Or a parent 
Where love is not 
Honestly being felt 
Or 
Transparent. 
The key to 
This conundrum 
Separation 
One from 
Done from 
Affront from 
Look to 
It’s opposite. 
Acceptance 
And love from 
Not to 
Judge from. 
The agony of me 
Is the toll  
Of the false 
Perception. 
I see 
Being laid down 
In front of me. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

Forgive, and you 
Will see differently. 
This path to  
Nonduality. 
Becomes a reality. 
Grasping at 
The illusions 
Of  
money 
Property 
And prestige. 
Will not 
Control the liege. 
Freedom 
Of choice 
And joy 
To fulfill 
Not  
The projection 
Of separation 
And guilt. 
I will forgive 
And this will 
Disappear 
The removal 
Of pain 
And fear.

Clemency

Contemporary blues fusion, folk influences, world music elements
Acoustic fingerpicking guitar, organic looping layers, vintage suitcase percussion, produced with AI

Street Corner Dreams

Song Description – Elohim’s Lament
A slow-burning, smoky country ballad where the Divine sings to Itself through the voice of a broken soul. Elohim’s Lament is the sound of the sacred forgetting, one who once held the stars in their mouth, now sitting alone in a dark room, remembering what was lost when the body forgot the soul. With gentle guitar, weeping steel, and whispered breath, this song carries the ache of a god exiled in flesh, longing for the unity of He, She, and Them in the One. It’s not just a song, it’s a confession across lifetimes.

Elohim's Lament (Remastered) (Remix)

An anthem for those who've learned that cracks are where the light enters. Built on a hypnotic refrain about blessing our wounds as teachers, transforming scars into scripture.

Benediction for the Broken

Murder Ballad

Lyrics:
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One
No One

Where stone once kissed the water—once sea, now silent glass,
Four young men stood; three held No One fast.
A slow red weight along the edge, a burden built to last;
We watched in hush—what slips away is past.

The circles widen outward; time keeps no one small.
He drifted where the ground turns hard—we stayed human through it all.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
No One… No One slid where we stayed—almost away.
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One

The mother bore a torch—a small, aching flame;
The father pled the stars with open, empty hand.
Good, honest hearts—they gave the same,
But only No One knows that hidden land.

The mist called from the farther bank; his chains untied, declined.
He walked ahead and taught the blank to breathe a living line.
A man of wind and thread, turned crown and steel aside—
He made a world from nothing—too bright, too wide.

Breathe like No One—light, unchained from clay.
Almost away—
Made something out of nothing—blessing into sound,
Silence out of silence—dreaming underground.

No One
No One
No One
No One
mist along the line;
He went before us, left his chains behind.
He went before us, left his chains behind.

Mist Along the Line

In the hush after the storm, the forest begins to breathe again.
Northern Soul: November Air is a collection of songs about that stillness — when the air clears, the work is done, and mercy feels like wind through pine.
Written and produced in the cinematic folk-soul language of THOCE, these tracks blend acoustic guitar, felt piano, brass, nyckelharpa, and strings into warm, human stories of endurance and grace.
Each song is a reflection of quiet strength: the sound of light returning to cold air, of hearts mending in their own time.
No grandeur, no noise — just the pulse of the North rediscovering its soul.
Listen slowly.
Breathe.
November air is enough.

2023 - 02 - 24 Goodbye

Ronald Vonk

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