(وَاذْكُرْ رَبَّكَ فِي نَفْسِكَ تَضَرُّعًا وَخِيفَةً)

Sometimes grief can be so overwhelming, this tragedy of wanting to turn back time, especially to the lost of a great love

Oxygen

A love letter from an plane describing the beauty of below. How beautiful this world is ...we need to be reminded over and over...before we ...

Whispers from a Moonlit World

Creative Anima: The feminine aspect of the psyche as creative muse and gateway to the unconscious. Depicts creative inspiration as feminine presence that steals us from ordinary consciousness into realms of artistic possibility and imaginative transformation. From my new book Breakfast with Jung -  Chapter Five - Anima and Animus

Drunk on Metaphor and Music

The Psyche's Jazz Club uses a smoky dive bar as a metaphor for the human mind, where different aspects of our psychology are musicians jamming together. Drawing on Jungian psychology, the poem presents inner archetypes - the Shadow, anima, wise old man, and hero - as performers in this mental venue.
The central idea is that our psyche operates like improvisational jazz. Each psychological element contributes its own voice: the Shadow plays saxophone, the anima sings, dreams sneak in, and synchronicity provides rhythm. Rather than fighting these different parts of ourselves, the poem suggests embracing this "inner cacophony" and playing our authentic part in the cosmic band of existence.
The poem argues that meaning comes through accepting both harmony and discord within ourselves - finding rhythm in chaos and discovering that our messy inner lives are part of a larger universal pattern.


The Psyche's Jazz Club

Love poem to personal shadow. Intimate exploration of tenderness toward rejected aspects of the self. Part of my new book “Breakfast with Jung” Chapter 2- The Shadow

Ode to the Unseen Self

The song explores intergenerational individuation through a father witnessing his daughter's transformation from planned persona to authentic self. Through specific imagery ("pink highlighter strawberry dreams," "Christmas lights in her window"), it demonstrates how individuation affects not just the individual but the parent learning to release projections. This song will appear in my upcoming book “Breakfast with Jung” Chapter 8 Individuation 

Cedar Street

You Could Kill Me or Love Me is a passionate love song about complete vulnerability and surrender. Set in nature's beauty, it explores the intoxicating power of deep connection where love becomes so intense it could either destroy or transform you. The song celebrates choosing total emotional risk and giving everything despite life's storms.

You Could Kill Me Or Love Me

Resilient olive trees as symbols of endurance amid destruction in Gaza

Sumud - Where Olive Trees Stand -Lyrics

Verse 1
We watch our screens, words choke to ash—
another Tuesday night in the empire of witness
This piercing absence in twilight rubble
where even the architecture bleeds
Bodies sprawled like spilled paint on stone
Wars bare hands pull the aorta out
From what were once living homes

Verse 2
While grain molds in distant silos
Markets auction tomorrow's breath
like mothers selling their milk
The same fingers that count profit,
soft as a lover's touch,
Dial coordinates for dawn strikes
Call it necessary, call it progress

Chorus:
My brother I sing for you
My sister I sing for you
But my tears and love
My love and tears are not enough for you

Verse 3
Yet there beyond all this destruction
Stand the olive trees in their multitudes—
ancient teachers holding court
Roots drinking ash, transforming death
into something the earth can use
Their leaves flutter silver prayers
To testify what they have withstood

Chorus:
My brother I sing for you
My sister I sing for you
But my tears and love
My love and tears are not enough for you

Verse 4
Through raw wounds of living rage
They blossom into colour, into life
In shades of homely love that will
Reset this turn of all centuries
For the coming of real difference

Chorus:
My brother I sing for you
My sister I sing for you
But my tears and love
My love and tears are not enough for you






Sumud - Where Olive Trees Stand

This intimate six-track EP explores identity, values, and simple truths through a country lens. At its heart is a heartfelt tribute to Dolly Parton, celebrating her authenticity and generous spirit that defines the best of country tradition.
The collection weaves together personal reflections on finding yourself, choosing substance over superficiality, and the relationships that sustain us. Each song asks fundamental questions: Who are we when everything falls away? What legacy do we leave? How do we stay true while growing?
Musically, the EP embraces classic country storytelling with warm, acoustic-driven arrangements - like front-porch conversations set to melody. The production stays intimate and organic, allowing space for the vulnerable truth-telling that country music does best.
Themes: Authenticity vs. pretense, wisdom in simplicity, honoring trailblazers, small-town values in a big world, and the courage to be genuinely yourself.
Country music for anyone needing to remember what really matters - whether you're a lifelong fan or just need "a little country" wisdom in your life.

[DAUGHTER]
"Dad... you never really talk about the old days...
What were you like... before?"

[FATHER ]
"Before what, sweetheart?"

[SON]
"Before you settled down... before me and Jess... when you were... you know... out there."

[FATHER]
Started out with no name worth keeping
Just a poncho and a bad attitude
Drifted into towns like smoke
Left the same way
Nobody asked questions
I didn't offer answers
Back then I thought mystery
Was the same thing as strength
Turns out it was just loneliness
Dressed up fancy

[DAUGHTER]
"Were you scared?"

[FATHER]
"Every day

[DAUGHTER]
But fear keeps you alive
Out there"


[FATHER]
I collected dollars
And enemies
Sometimes it was hard
To tell the difference
The good, the bad, the ugly...
I've been all three
Depending on who was asking
And what day it was
Your hands remember
Every trigger pulled
Even when your mind
Tries to forget

[DAUGHTER]
"Do you regret it?"

[FATHER]
Regret's a luxury
I couldn't afford then
Now...
Now I got time for it"
Somewhere along the way
I stopped being the man
With no name
Started being the man
With too many names
Legend, killer
Hero, villain
Depends on who's telling the story
But out here
With you
With this fire
With this coffee that tastes
Like morning instead of whiskey...

I'm just your dad
And that's the only name
That matters anymore

[DAUGHTER]
"Are you happy now?"

[FATHER]
"Happy's another luxury
I'm learning to afford
One cup of coffee at a time"

The frontier's gone now
Towns got names
Roads got signs
Law's got rules

But sitting here
With you asking questions
I never learned to answer...

Maybe this is what
I was riding toward
All along

[DAUGHTER ]
"Will you tell me more stories sometime?"

[FATHER]
"Yeah, sweetheart
I reckon I will"

A Little Country (One)

The Only Name That Matters

Poet • Performer • Composer • Lyricist

Sumud - Where Olive Trees Stand

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