I've been staring through 
the window pane
at figments from the past
like movie reels on glass
cause all those years of living
carry the pain 
makes me driven, but too...
the joy to make me laugh
and I dwell for only minutes
on the heartache and the pain
the loss and fear are monsters
washed away in the rain
yea
and every now and then...
I imagine them again
but now they splash in puddles
(the children that they are)
shouting like the devil
'fore returnin to my heart
yea
and I've been staring 
through the window pane
running now with rivers
coming from the rain
and I trace the paths of pregnant drops
that roll behind the frame
yea
I remember then...will never be the same

I Remember Then

When I awake I shall prepare for
a brilliant light...and though this path
is midnight, a sun too dark to shine
it is with my overflow in tow
that I become sublime
and I am unbothered by the shade being thrown my way
for I seek the wisdom of your soul
this day
yea...and the 'morrow could be
the same loop with a different name
and on and on we go, a carousel of soul
yea
and I have ridden on the pony
painted up and dead
eyes wide and forever stretched
to accept the cold they're fed
yea
and I am unbothered by the shade being thrown my way
yea...painted ponies rise and fall
dreams of pastures lost in sway
light captured in it's thrall
...and the 'morrow could be
the same loop with a different name
and on and on we go, a carousel of soul

A Carousel Of Soul

On the other side of a dark moon
metallic and hollow like tin
I will come a rappin
so baby...
please let me in
and I brought the nug
loamy and earthen it was
fine red thread...and I buzz
yea
Imma buzz right on over here
cause Imma buzzy buzzy buzzy
bumble bee
yea
this aerodynamic anomaly
that's me...
and here my friend...unbelievably
my tale could end...but
if not for the keeper at the door
a poorly petaled peony
so pink and pure
yea, babe...cause U see
I will come a rappin baby
so please
please
please...let me in
shoo de doo
shoe de doo

Shoo de Doo

Well my blueprint is a story
for the architect in me
and over centuries of telling
it's put on some mystery
yea
and I've got my mother's mother's eyes
a codex history and til this day
I felt wasted and clothed myself
with ur hatred and bigotry
and I hold stories fit for telling
an oral gift to keep alive
our mother's mischief in the swellin
yea
and every time I tell these tales
each word placed with divinity
yea...cause my
blueprint is my story
for the architect U see
and every time I tell 'em
they grow in mystery

The Architect In Me

When the room grows dark and quiet
the grip of yearning wakes me
...to steal my joy
and I lay as one with darkness
yea...and my heart grows louder in the void
and, yea...
was a time I might have cried out
tried to run and hide out
and the ending would be about me
staying on the darkside
so, the query I now face as my heart 
picks up its pace
is if my love can light this world
yea
if my love can ignite this knotted burl
and will that knot resist...
hit me back with its wounded fists
and how will I persist against the violence
that exists fallen from a wall
when I got that call
yea
was a time I might have cried out
tried to run and hide out
and the ending would be about me
staying on the darkside

Will That Knot Resist

Cover art: Caitlin Hackett

This could be the last word I utter
til I close my lips around forever
but I could not disappear in a silence 
so severe...without showing U the insides of my heart
the light U see coming from me
is the love I hold to tightly
for I am the key to the timekeeper's dream
and in this reverie, I could go on unseen
cause that's how you'll have me - it seems
and my love for U is no residual, babe
cause my love is unconditional
not traditional and it's no grace
if U ain't brave and U don't believe
yea honey...I hope U find ur courage
and love the U that I'd want to know
don't have to be perfect but ur love for U
is how U treat urself...telling the universe
that ur bottom shelf
yea

The Timekeepers Dream

You should probably fear me
cause baby I read sign
and from what I've seen
the tracks U leave
is just how far I am behind
yea
I see U getting tricky as ur 
crossing over water
but I gotta remind ya
yea
I'm my mama's wild daughter
and I read sign
yea do U fear the reaper
do U think he's blind
(my god I need a better timeline)
cause I am the anchor point
and I swing wide
and I am the gravity
put myself outside
yea, and I read sign
cause, I am my mama's wild daughter
and I crush time
cause I am the line
and I read sign
do U fear the reaper
yea...do U fear the reaper

Do U Fear

I've been hiding in the cracks of life
and I know I was supposed to go
but I had things I thought I had to do
and babe...
I thought that was what I owed U
but lately I've been made to understand
like an almost reprimand
that U and I are through
yea
I resisted while god insisted
and now I know what I'm supposed to do
so my darling, I'll be going now
cause staying means I lose
yea
and I surrender to the breezes
to the trees
I wait for the whispering of fates
and the offering they leave
and...
lately I've been made to understand
like an almost reprimand
that U and I are through
yea
cause I can be my own damn fool

My Own Fool

Between this word  and the next
I live a lifetime and I have observed
the lives gone past...like the fading
of bright sunshine
cause living in new moments means
burning down the last
and should I mourn those passing
upon them my shadow cast
still bleeding off the pages...where I bask
and I shall wash away my tears
as I rise upon the day...my silence yet
unbroken, til a new word becomes my say
yea
from what was lost I have found
from what was unclean I am unbound
and from my lips, springs eternal...
the god sound
yea I say love
and speaks me clearly
yea I say love
can U hear me
Between this word  and the next
I live a lifetime and I have observed
the lives gone past...like the fading
of bright sunshine
cause living in new moments means
burning down the last

The G Sound

Do U ever wonder what stays lost
when did it go missing and how much
fire has paid the cost
yea
where are the horses
and why do I shudder like I killed a cry
yea why
I see the artist in the paint
wandering among the fumes and plumes
and keys...but that's a vapor trail
a memory
...cause I don't think in paint anymore
no - I long ago cleared that dance floor
and as well the color dances of ribbons,
bells and beaus
did I choose my denigration
swallow in stagnation
was the undertaker my next stop
was I on the drop
no end of consternation and its looking
like an invasion...so much good intention
leads to my ascension...
Do U ever wonder what stays lost
when did it go missing and how much
fire has paid the cost

Ribbons Bells And Beaus

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🤟🏼Working on new patterns and techniques in composition, production, and performance of both instrumental(classical/acoustic guitar) and voice- pieces are built (loops and beats)..on BandLab @nyla_k00  and Soundtrap (new)

I have removed the (amp) tag for consistency in distribution- acoustic pieces I perform will be tagged as ‘acoustic’ (apologies for page reorganization)

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.

The G Sound

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