Of Other Worlds

inhabited by a cry
fear lives through me
anger eats me up
I don’t want to be

A speckle of dust
On your dirty sleeve
someone you’d trust
But still choose to leave

Behind my words
There’s a world untold
I simmer and rust
Like I’m untouchable 

Feed me, feed my emptiness
Need me, need the openness 
Fool me, fool my silliness 
Choose me, give me tenderness

This time and place
Is an eerie space
Between blinks of an eye
And your shaking breaths

Fill my mouth with sweetness
Touch my skin, it’s reckless 
Hit that ceiling of moisture 
Slip right into my vessel 

Feed me, feed my emptiness
Need me, need the openness 
Fool me, fool my silliness 
Choose me, give me tenderness

Fear Lives Here

My eyes are on fire
They’re burning for her
Well I’m feeling the heat from her every word
cold is still bitting
it bites like a lion
I’ll just take it and tell her I’m alright

thirst is never ending
And I sip for a breath
The high that leaves you angry
And rolling down with death 


Over and over and over and over and over again
Over and over and over and over, over again
I’m falling

Lying here scratching at nightmare
I’m selling my dreams
I'm never upset for the reason it might seem

I'm trading my visions
My sorries won't track
I'm trying, I’m trying and buying all my dreams back

Over and over and over and over, over again
Over and over and over and over, over again
I’m falling

her eyes are on fire
they’re filled with desire
I’m burning red
can’t seem to get her out my head

her eyes are on fire
they’re filled with desire
She’s breaking my heart
and I can’t seem to piece it back again
 
Over and over and over and over, over again
Over and over and over and over, over again
I’m falling

Lyrics: Solitary Son, The Real Runna
Songwriter: The Real Runna

Eyes On Fire

Oath

Like a feather in the wind
whisper softly from within
I am easy, light and thin
no one hears me as I spin

You spin me round
I am not bound
to the ground
I make no sound

I am everything and nothing
there’s no place to hide
you’re a natural disaster
and you’re stuck inside my mind

treat me kindly
spin me gently
kiss my lips
won’t make a sound

I grow weaker
when you’re near me
give yourself
I’m yours to hold

swear you’ll treat me better
than those before you
say that you won’t break me
I’ve fallen for you

No Place To Hide

feat. Goat Screaming https://soundcloud.com/goat-screaming

You never saw yourself
The way that I see you
You never believed 
That you deserved more than this

Why are you so afraid
Of something new
You don’t need to

See the world in brightest colours
I know that you’ve been hurting for too long
For too long
To be able to see
What I see when I look at you

Let go of the past self inflicted pain at last
These thoughts are just angry demons on you chest
They eat your up, they spit you out
You have got so much light deep inside

Let go of the past self inflicted pain 
These thoughts are just angry demons
They eat your up, they spit you out
You have got so much light deep inside

I see the real you
I see the real you
I see the real you
I see the real you
I see the real you
I see the real you
I see the real you
I see the real you

let go of your past
let go of your past

The one I know (feat. Goat Screaming)

They see your light 
And try to smother it
They hear your song 
They want to kill it

They look at you
They keep on wondering how
You’re still reaching for those heights
They’ve always dreamt of
But they’re not climbing
They dare not try 

You’ve got this
Don’t blink for too long
Look forward
You are so close
You’ve got this
You’re almost there, 
Just trust it
Don’t you let go

I know you’re scared
You’re not alone
Thirsty for your pain
It’s driving them insane that you’re trying
Eager to reign
They want to rule over your body

Are you in chains
No more restraints
Just run over anybody
Who stands in your way

Starlight

Lost David Lynch this month, he suffered from emphysema, some say being exposed the LA wildfires contributing to his death, who knows, but ‘Drill baby drill’ is madness.
https://youtu.be/fR0b9E4ORwc

Not sure where to start
Not sure what to say
That old bald-headed eagle
Is having a bad hair day

There’s no stars
No stripes
Things just don’t seem right
Sit tight, sit tight, sit tight

Wrote postcard to a friend of mine
Up on Mulholland Drive
Not even sure if he still lives there
Coz he has not replied

No stars
No stripes
On this postcard that I write
Sit tight, sit tight, sit tight

No Stars No stripes

No Stars No Stripes

this is a contribution to the haiku challenge of naviar records #581:

plunging my hand
into the lake...
billowing clouds

-Kobayashi Issa -

touching the water (naviarhaiku581)

https://ajkaufmann.bandcamp.com/album/ehrenb-rger-von-atlantis

"Planet Sounds of May" (2019).

Artwork by Justin Jackley, Austin, Texas.

Adultus Gardens

AUS DER ZEIT HINEIN

Learning to live

This track was created for the Naviar Haiku group.
599
https://www.naviarrecords.com/naviarhaiku599-rain-rituals/

2025-06-26

rain rituals - (Naviarhaiku 599)

"Rocky Mountain High" is a song written by John Denver and Mike Taylor and is one of the two official state songs of Colorado. Recorded by Denver in 1972, it is the title track of the 1972 album Rocky Mountain High, and rose to No. 9 on the US Hot 100 in 1973. Denver told concert audiences in the mid-1970s that the song took him an unusually long nine months to write.[citation needed] On April 10, 2017, the record was certified Gold by the Recording Industry Association of America for sales exceeding 500,000 digital downloads.
"Rocky Mountain High" was primarily inspired by John Denver's move to Aspen, Colorado, three years before its writing, and by his love for the state. The seventh stanza makes reference to the destruction of the mountains' beauty by commercial tourism. The song was considered a major piece of 1970s pop culture and became a well-associated piece of Colorado history. "  Wikipedia

Mastered track : Distrokid Mixea
Image: Tom Fisk

Rocky Mountain High-John Denver (Cover)

edited version of https://soundcloud.com/crackpanther/i-need-u

Black Hunger

Remarkable Trousers

I hear melodies. Then try to make them come to life with my very poor writing and singing skills. But I love the process

Oath

The Real Runna

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