I was once a book of empty pages
but ink got spilled on me
then the scrolls and works of prose
and poetry...awoke alive in blooded ink
and soliloquy 
and I could live among the lilies
in a human state...
throwing off my sealskin cape
my story quite contrary to the crawl
of an evolutionary
in the bosom of the ocean
a droplet in the sea
solar flares to light the darkness
in all the galaxy
see me far afield...
on the horizon...and I look back
to see you spying
got your fingers on my parchment
but that ink's been drip drying
and when the pages rip the binding
the books' secrets look to lay...
in the bosom of the ocean
a droplet in the sea
a comet in the darkness
a sliver of a solar ray
yea I could live among the lilies
keep on my sealskin cape
for my book ink cannot dry
in a human state
O yea
in the bosom of the ocean
a droplet in the sea
the ancestor of
the evolutionary 

art:Suspiria by Lucy Campbell

Empty Pages

(FR) Vapeurs d’Opium est une dérive sonore, lente et suspendue, comme si l’instant s’étirait sous l’effet d’une tension invisible. Une présence fragile qui vacille… dans la lumière d’un rêve fragmenté.

(EN) Vapeurs d’Opium is a slow, suspended drift — as if time stretched under an invisible tension. A fragile presence flickering... in the fractured light of a dream.

My head is breaking… starry sky
A forbidden world (forbidden, forbidden)
Memories… erased
I’m about to fade away (away, away, away)

I can’t control my thoughts anymore
The génius warned me… before he died
The warden just walked past my door
[Shout] Wake me up… I want to run

If you follow me into my void
Through the city made of glass
We will rise again
I want to dream beyond… all spoken words
I want to fly beyond… your little stream of liberty

My eyes are closing
The wind blocks every path ahead
No escape from this strange city
My life is whispering its last goodbye

The city locked me in its walls
All my dreams have slipped away
I can never leave… e-ter-ni-ty

Lost in the maze inside my mind
I hear an echo — a cry with no voice
Shadows and light are dancing in me
Time stretches out… and tears me apart

I’ve crossed too many storms
The sun beats heavy on my head
I wish I could find you again
But you have… flown… a-way

Vapeurs d'Opium

In this dream of ocean islands
I was meant to charm the sea
to speak with whales and orcas
as I do with honey bees
and as I wander among the mountains...
their chains reach below the trees
and the frost holds conversations
as she sets in for the freeze
O and I can turn my body over
and I can fly high as I can reach yea
and when I reach the realm of gods...
my crown'll come back to me
the charmer of the sea
the whisperer of the beasts
Yea hey ya ho
O
in this dream of ocean islands
I was meant to charm the sea
to speak with whales and orcas
as I do with honey bees
Yea hey ya ho
O

Charm The Sea

I forgave it, but I could still taste it
the metal in my mouth, yea I spit it out
but its still running from the bout
turn away as I begin to fade
...and it all goes to black
on a playground spinning round
and there's staccato in the sounds
in and out and 
in and out
come the voices
questioning my choices
knuckles in my chest
...got U on the ground by a dude in a cop vest
yea powpowpow goes the triggered lady
and down they go...maybe
and my head is like a vapor...
spirits in the ground...pullin on their pant legs
cause them boys are hellbound
yea
strike me and be found
yea babe
be found
I forgave it, but I could still taste it
the metal in my mouth, yea I spit it out
but its still running from the bout
turn away as I begin to fade
...and it all goes to black

Be Found

Got my head bent so low now
from the yoke on my back...
and I'm so f*kn tired of that
shackles on my ankles
cuffs on my hands
a headset for talking...but its all string
and campbell soup cans
cause the meds are all oil
and that professions got soiled
no relief in the senate...as our rights
hit the curb...
...but they got plenty of time to be the pervs
yea
breaking ur whip on the spine of my facts
not drawing blood...but still all whackwhack
so much violence...guess you'd think I would crack
Got my head bent so low now
from the yoke on my back...
and I'm so f*kn tired of that
shackles on my ankles
cuffs on my hands
a headset for talking...but its all string
and campbell soup cans

Campbell Soup Cans

When I was thirteen...I was an alice
wore my armor...and drank from a chalice
and I was no rambler, gettin lost in dark holes
just a mirror for the shadows on the dark knight of souls
and as an alice...I was forced to witness
so much malice
by the very very callous
queen of cards
and I am dressed to do battle...as the drum
bangs on, and my chain mail's a rattle
yea
the judge beat his gavel
cause I was only thirteen for my part
doin battle...and I was no rambler
gettin lost in dark holes
just a mirror for shadows
as a dark knight of souls
and I am dressed to do battle...as the drum
bangs on, and my chain mail's a rattle
yea
the judge beat his gavel
just a mirror for shadows
as a dark knight of souls

Dark Knight Of Souls

I wonder what I'd do if all my woes
just flew...away
yea...and all I could remember
was the feathers and the footprints
that failed to stay
yea away away
like the fluffs and plumes of nesters
once their nests are minus babes
left to weather out the rainstorms
under angry skies of grey
...and how come its never said...
the emptiness of lives that hard times 
stole away...yea away away
and the cathedral lights fade
and the sunset bleeding brave
a liquid rainbow for the sunset grave
...show starts tomorrow
as the sun shall rise again
early early...we'll see U then
.yea away away
and the cathedral lights fade
and the sunset bleeding brave
a liquid rainbow for the sunset grave

The Sunset Grave

There are moments when the breath I 
breathe is everything to me
so much more than necessary
like being alive in a mortuary
still digging my grave
I'll post-humously bury to 'save'
sweeping in on a pale horse
but call me a knight
cause Imma dress it all shiny...
as it catches the eye, keep u distracted
while death walks on by...
and with him, pestilence and pride
with plague in the wine and lust eatin a pie
...o my...
and there are moments when the breath I 
breathe is everything to me
so much more than necessary
like being alive in a mortuary
still digging my grave
and I have proved to be brave
and u can dismiss me with ur wave
...a polite smile...
while I sweep in on a pale horse yea
catch my breath as I breathe...
everything to me

Dress It All Shiny

If I were icarus today...with my
honey wax wings...
trippin on the sun...do U think you'd
catch me should I fall?
would U even know at all?
and would my plummet make the news...
with footage of that thrall?
and do U think U might find my body
or would U leave it as- gods' call?
yea...
when I was down...that was gods' call...
and when they stole my crown...yea
gods' call, and when they had their way
took my dignity away?
was that gods' call??
cause babe...god whispered ur name
says he saw...
yea he saw
and ur scant interpretation
been the thorn that's torn our nations
cause god gave us each other...
and assigned U to cover...
what god cannot
so brother?...that trumpet
that wall?
that's gods' call...
and if I were icarus today...with my
honey wax wings...
trippin on the sun...do U think you'd
catch me should I fall?

Gods' Call

Known as the 'Grim Reaper'...a man named Solomon...a Charleston enslaved man...buried 9 of his male masters alive. 
@truecrimewithbella 

What have U done, Solomon?
nine men could not be enough
for the theft of souls and aberration
the depth of holes is six feet given
and U should pay no mind to the screams
arisen...for evil lies awake 'neath the cemetery gate
O what have U done, sir Solomon?
wo wo wo
can U hear the buried chains? 'neath the
lotus blossom...
now silent as the 9 dead men...
found writhen in their coffins
and low behold a bound book in leather
near the roots of the earthen mother
the confession to the lotus
an intervention cause she chose us
secrets in the breeze
among the lotus leaves
O what have U done, sir Solomon?
wo wo wo
can U hear the buried chains? 'neath the
lotus blossom...
now silent as the 9 dead men...
found writhen in their coffins

Among The Lotus Leaves

I stepped aside and I prophesied...baby
and I saw the grimmin' ...of it all
yea, bae
I saw ur fall
and U know I said it when u left
called ur plays and called out ur theft
yea bae
O yea
can u see it now?
how I made the call?
O
cause I stepped aside and I prophesied,,,
saw the grimmin'
in a teacup cellar
and I've heard ur spin babe
and I've become the prophesier
cause the truth comes out in time...
tried to warn u...
but u crossed the line
and now ur runnin for the exits
cause baby...I'm right on time
I stepped aside and I prophesied...baby
and I saw the grimmin' ...of it all
yea, bae
I saw ur fall

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TBH, I aspire to be a guitar 🎸 but I’ll settle for being able to play competently what I hear when I write...(one day, Alice...to the moon)

I study under Duncan L. Wood and am grateful for his guidance and patience. Most of my influences are Folk/Blues/Indie, but inspiration arrives in many forms so HT to Hip Hop, Rap, Classical, especially Chamber trios. Current tracks are first cuts and I may update them in the future with cleaner versions, thank you for listening as I learn.

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