Buried

I long to be one you spill poetry about the same way I can’t stop bleeding words for you.

Psalm 6

On our knees crying out with phrenic voices for reprieve from discipline and furlough from anger hoping to move the heart of such an omnipotent influencer and praying to manipulate circumstance to turn our enemies away.

Enervated

To put it simply; I’m tired.

Paltry

as we look and see The Craftsman standing back from the bench and watching

Tilt

This is the war. This is why we must stay vigilant.

Interim

beauty continues to allow darkness a foothold so all that is righteous can repeatedly win

Dispute

Know the darkness. Don’t embrace it.

Relativity

Seemingly powerless to save even faint inklings of all we hold dear / Undeniably empowered to save every strong vestige of all we hold dear

Memos

I recorded the tracks for this album in August of 2017 and edited them myself in my basement. I held on to it, keeping it a secret, and only gave it out to a few people because I was embarrassed of the way it sounds, the background noise, etc. I was too afraid to make […]

Subsume

Your mouth is a forest fire and your tongue, the incessant dripping of rain on the roof of the house in the desolate mountains hidden away at the place where the whole of my body meets the base of my skull and I could spend hours upon days of several years counting each drop as […]