Songs of the Month // October 2018

living dead but far from a zombie,

bite it bitter brains, i’m sustained off of my hobbies,

brittle bones, my mind zones,

my thoughts zip,

my lips zipped,

zapped, zonked, zen, zesty, and zealous,

no need to be jealous,

i’m just jellin’ with your hype,

i’m just feedin’ off your vibes,

rather than taking chunks out of your mind,


living dead but far from a zombie,

my dark circles run laps around your crop circles,

circle ’round and jerk away from conspiracy,

’cause ignorance is mighty spooky,

crooked capital cons caught calling out kooky,

gooky, gunky, lies sung as lullabies over witching hour skies,

i simply watch to write about all the ways in which they’ll cut ties,


living dead but far from a zombie,

my skin is peeling, my stomach’s reeling,

yet my heart remains beating,

it keeps in rhythm with your percussion,

and all of the sudden, i’m no longer paralyzed by potential repercussions,

sunnily, your singing stops me from fussin,

suddenly, i’m no longer pale-grey and grave, i’m flushed straight blushin’,

been over a year, beyond a official my dear, yet i swear i’m still crushin’,

itty bitty giddy giggles,

your love trickles down my spine,

and for just a second, i’m tricked into believing i’m still alive

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Songs of the Month // September 2018


sunflower, sunflower, sunflower

empower me, sunflower,

shower me, sunflower,

nourish me, sunflower,

grow with me, sunflower,

i’ll shed my leaves to preserve my pedals,

i’ll bloom, but only for you,

bury me beneath sheets of rain,

reign cause you’re cherished, boo,

i value you as my sun, i’m your flower, true

colors bleed through,

seep through,

my skin is cellophane,

seep through, flooded by more rain,

but i don’t care if i never see the sun again,

umbrella, shelter, keep me warm,

hold me together from the outside,

ride along with me, a1 since day1 chillin by the wayside,

chillin’ where i reside,

hold me together from the inside,

sunflower, sunflower, sunflower,

i grow callous before i cower,

beneath moonlight,

imposter moonlit by false identities,

sunflower, sunflower, sunflower,

i’ll shed my leaves to preserve my pedals,

i’ll bury myself beneath lyrical riddles,

i’ll bloom, but only for you,

sunflower, sunflower, sunflower




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Deciduous (Draft)

although leaves change w/ the season,
my roots remain the same,
despite these shades of fading green,
i’m tethered to this earth,
so let my seeds disperse

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Songs of the Month // August 2018


tripped now i’m fallin’,

off trees like it’s already autumn,

leafing over new starts as if i haven’t already blossomed,

sleepin’ on my passions as if i’m playin’ possum,

sleepin’ playin’ passive as if time isn’t passin’,

as if getting older doesn’t diminish the weight of your accomplishments,

cause at least you’re still acomplishin’ shit?


still too long and i drift to sleep,

but only if the sun’s out or else i can’t catch a wink,

lost in my own world all i ever do is think,

think we outta be connected by string can telephones,

step into my mind so i’m not all alone,

send you sweet nothings all night long,

through these string can telephones,

send you sweet nothings all night long,

through this string can telephone,

though let it be known,

your empathy breaks the bounds of telepathy,

somehow, you manage to see right through me,

ride my wave length,

tell me sweet nothings all day long,

we don’t need no string can telephone


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Songs of the Month // July 2018

tears after laughter,

and tears in my wares,

where worn out blown out roundabouts seem to loop around,

we step outside ourselves to acknowledge what seems oh so profound,

found absurdities within novelties of what’s defined as normalcy,

seein’ this world through new lenses and feelin’ tremendous,

it’s splendid, spinning around endlessly,

it’s splendid spendin’ 6 hours lost within’ four walls ontologically,

spendin’ 6 hours squakin’ squeakin’ speakin’ talkin’ non stop chronophobically,

don’t stop,

just wait,

pause, wait for me,

pause, could you repeat that please?

pause, just lay with me,

hand in hand with fingers that intend to interlock,

lo-fi conversations where we share our monologue,

here we lay, safe in one another’s arms,

exposed, i’m disarmed,

exposed, you see me for who i am,

opposed to leaving so much undisclosed,

juxtaposed, poised alongside all timelines – er, time loops,

pointing out patterns, how is this world so connected and yet so scattered?

how is this world so connected and yet so shattered?

between flat earth and fake moons,

and fake news,

but what’s new,

we ask ourselves after trip ups,

sippin’ on itty bitty giddy giggles that turn to tear trickles,

trippin’ and spillin’ milk, moo moo moo,

this universe is moot moot moot,

utterly muttering, keeping composure even when reality seems to be stuttering,




deception, no wonder we subject this world to inspection,

glad we both value taking time out for a little reflection,

though i’m still deflectin’ mirrors,

at least until the glass gets clearer,

at least until

at least until

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Songs of the Month // February 2018

blarin’ instrumentals,
barkin’, bitin’, recitin’ what’s on my mental,
meant to repent to repeal to reveal how i really feel,
shoot i don’t even know what’s really concealed,
open up pandora’s box when i spit it, trip it,
rap so fast i get tongue twisted, flip it,
playin’ lyrical twister with my mister as i remain a mystery to myself,
word bank, rich w/ ideas that keep me from quittin’ it,
kitten, purr purr purrfect, cuddly cozy,
cheek’s are rosey, hormone’s oxytocin,
pep washin’ over me in tides when we lock eyes,
dopamine? you’re dope, i mean,
serotonin, adrenaline, but we stay chillin’,
illin’, baller,
aww your,
so sweet, so neat,
so c’mon let’s lay down another funky beat,
beatin’ hearts conduct their own rhythm,
i’m singin’ outta key now,
slowly losin’ the illusion of perfect harmony with these piano keys, ow,
voice cracks as my consciousness slips,
slippin’ slidin’ off to a dream,
seamless, easy to confuse the two realities when you reside behind my eyelids,

so c’mon, freestyle awhile,
smilin’ for awhile and,
shoutin’ out rolled down windows, what’s good?
goodly gobbledygook, ook,
ah ha ha, now i’m just playin’ round with these lines,
playin’ ’round, well rounded,
feeling grounded, feeling sound and,
feeling you, feelin’ this playlist, too,
play it w/ me, play w/ me, stay w/ me


Early Bird

early bird,

what’s the word?

chirp chirp,

barely heard,

hurdling – nah, soarin,

not snorin despite it bein’ early mornin,

mournin’ night skies, dim the lights in favor of the sun right,

sunlight, sun rays,

off four days plus two so we – as in me plus you – been goin off for days,

double trouble in their own little bubble hey,

chirp chirp,

what’s the dirt?

earth & worms,

wigglin’ wrigley’s gum – gummy,

got butterflies all up in my tummy,

as we grow chummy,

as we grow,

i soar, you blossom,

this is not a time for laying down and playing and possum,

pause, um,

i need a moment to scan my mental dictionary,

inspired, transcribe my ideas through imagery,

imagining, i’m drifting as i’m sifting through these images,

chirp chirp

[FRAMES] Still Goin’

stop motion but i’m still goin,

motion this notion evoke emotion,

emojis emoted,



captivated by snow caps and snapbacks,

snapbacks & snapchats,

sappy snap happy happily yappin’ ’bout what’s happenin,

fadin’, sleepy?

nah, wired by how inspired i feel i ain’t noddin’ off,

maybe signing off,

awfully often a technophobe,

phone fears? or do i just long for the years of britney spears,

listen here,

listen up up and up to my lyrical spit up up and up ’bout nostalgia;

member berries and rose tinted glasses,

let memories pass,

pass, exist in the moment,

don’t get too caught up in the sentiment,

otherwise perspectives get projected,

keep your point of view protected; don’t reflect it,

ha, sorta funny when you consider,

how i’m bashin’ introspection with a passion yet deflectin’ that this picture’s from the past,

last… last summer, sunny, warm,

long for tumalo’s whirling whimsical waterfalls,

these pictures got me riddled with awe.

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