It seems like I should feel like my heart is pulling me in two directions but this is only one… love. It seems like there is no… Read more “Love”
When I was waiting for Santa Claus – the night had never been longer When I was stranded in Europe with no where to go, no phone,… Read more “The night had never been longer”
The spring is here but it won’t last, It will fold into heat And heat will fall into wind and leaves will rustle and break And snow… Read more “It doesn’t last”
I’m a miracle toon – a miracle tune – tune in to the station I’m broadcasting on at noon and I’ll reset your program to better than… Read more “Sometimes pt. 2”
Sometimes I’m afraid that if there’s not somebody with me I’m going to fall inside myself. and I don’t know what’s in there… so, I’m not sure… Read more “Sometimes pt. 1”
I am of the Earth. It is right for me to roam her belly like my nurslings’ hands, who soften all my scars.
I dance between Joy and Grief Because every moment is dying.
When your lonely, the last things you do is try to figure it all out – you don’t need to think it through – oh baby, oh darling’, oh oh baby, ive been callin’ – and you’re not pickin’ up but I know you’ll be back soon – oh when you get this message will you come through, will you come through
‘cause you know that ive been callin’ and I know what you’ve been through but im wonderin if everything can wait so you can just come through – come through- come through
Please wont you – come through, come through, come through, come through won’t you, please, oh please, come through?
This is one of the ways I create songs. My creative song writing process. The Live video is from IG, I recorded while I typed the lyrics. Freestyle songwriting.
I want my therapist to like me… so i better not tell her where i come from. how i got here. why im here – in this… Read more “I Want My Therapist to Like Me pt. 1 (freestyle writing)”
I’m wondering; what instrument plays me? with all of my infinite, perfect, harmonics. What instrument calls me home when this body falls and life travels on? It… Read more “What instrument can call me”