Total internal eclipse that took place Summer to Fall to Winter 2023.
Blue of the morning
Street lamp comfort
No Warning
In came the blue
Blue of the morning
And no one said goodnight
Well, sometimes things don’t turn out like
You imagined they might
Did you imagine you’d make it through the night?
Street lamp comfort
After years and years go by
He’s waiting for me outside but I’m never quite on time
Just looking out my window
Watch the dark sky go pale blue
What used to be the loneliest sight
Silhouetted by you
Night after night
My whole life before my eyes
While I’m staring at the ceiling or the sky
In the pale glow of never knowing why or how
It all comes back to this
Maybe I know what I don’t wanna know just yet
Now you sit there beside me
Lit only by the moon
There’s a constant in the changing which I never understood
Creature of my comfort
This fear I hold so dear
I know just who and where I’ve been
Can you prove that I am here?
I have no fear
Cause I know what I don’t wanna know just yet
I know how it goes
So don’t tell me how it ends
Bowery farewell
Back in simpler times
I’d stare at you all day
Now As you’re playing with your thumbs
That softness turns to grey
And there’s wind beneath my wings
An emptiness to your stare
We were riding on the subway
When I realized I don’t care
When so much goes unnoticed
I’d rather be unknown
Like in the galleries of your private heart
Where all the billionaires rush past the works of art
Those words of love need sacred space
I felt my life begin to start
As I watched you walk away
As all the beauty I shared I began to lose
And to protect a secret side of me
I never understood
Now I’m crying in the street
At the apartment of Woody Guthrie
Whole life flashing fore my eyes at the age of 23
That’s the weight of disbelief
Where I used to feel free
Sunset swells up the Bowery Hotel
I had no business being there
But I’m a dreamer just as well
There’s sweet sherry wine, someone else’s dime
The view from the room made me think of you
How it was always the wrong time
Like sacred spots of history
All replace, drained of the true
To protect that special side of me
It was accredited to you
But I’ve given you enough
Please send me back my love
I am crying in the street
But my love will follow me
Back home…
I never thought you could lead me here
But I guess I’ve always known
If it all comes back to me
All I’ve left is hope
hymn to apricity
Seasoned again
Long time friends grow new faces
Which lend as we make our descent
I am ascending slowly
Winter grows thick
The ice upon me to pretend
There’s no warmth for change now
Well this same season
It lends a hand, It doesn’t make a sound
Attention to reason behind descent
I’ll figure that one out
With no one to tell me what I should prepare to do
I put my feelings forward
And I’m feeling something new
Do you see that I am changing?
Do you fear such sudden truth?
Well I don’t want to feel owned just cuz I changed in front of you..
Departure again
New noise and new friends
Old affections apprehend
Reserve the right to condescend
Well I never do pretend!
I wear no mask, my heart extends
Reaching onward and outward
Till’ your judgement is lost again
With no one to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do
I put my feelings forward
And I’m feeling something new
Did ya see that I am changing?
Did ya catch how you’d change too?
HOLY CONVENTIONAL STRIDES
THEY PULL ME APART FROM INSIDE
AND LEAVE ME WHERE I LIE
YOU’D KILL WHAT’S YOURS WHILE I MAP OUT WHAT IS MINE
My Conglomerate 