Nice to Hear From You Again


Your freshest album plays a reinvention of music
Recreation of momentary self expression
Absorbed in flow, this continuous show
To grow every dream like blades of grass tipped in frosted snow
Seasonal depression, no longer in tow
I remember now these feelings I used to know

Welcome once more melody over tragedy
Footsteps on the path to be, taking me from land to sea
Naivety of crafting dreams
As I’m no longer passing these opportunities to live and breathe
Deep breath in, then relieve, shift in focus how to perceive
Life, death, and the time between

Photographer: James Pond



Lose your mind falling into music
Lose anxiety moving towards fusing heartbeat with melody
Start your feet, step to me, melt into ecstasy, fantasy
A last chance for us to see, to freely breathe
No time to disagree
Only this moment to sing-believe in dreams ’n’ destiny
Before death gets to me, the restful sleep
A return to the start before I ever had a heart
Beat beat, heart heart beat beat, heart heart beat beat
Before I ever ever had a heart beat beat
To the drum beat repeat ’til I’m six feet deep sleep
Mistakes heaped up, mountains

Now facing days wasted
Mirror’s displacement replaced with staring at cold ground
Stuck on basic questions only ever found in insecurity
Back slump, chin down, emotional posture hurting me
You can see definitively the painful end of apathy
From lazy days to suddenly singing new perspectives
Ideas, viewpoints ’n’ lenses
No longer stuck behind a heart’s defenses
Self induced dimensions of distance
As if love were a business and I declared bankruptcy

This last Tuesday I had the amazing opportunity to see Mako perform their debut album, Hourglass. During the show, I thought about what music meant to me and now I wrote something to express it.

Current favorite song is Craziest Day I Ever Had

Photographer: Me at a Land’s End sunset a couple weeks ago.

Growing Pains


Past self, fake wealth
Transform in stealth of night to join the hero’s fight
No fright in the new day
Blocked out dismay
Disarray, dreams frayed
Love fade, an empty face, this empty space
Disgraceful reflections


No, stop that self blaming
No, I’m not claiming you’re good yet
But breathe that next breath
Take that next step
Cause you ain’t done yet

So why did you put dreams on pause
Why are you scared of love
Why do you hesitate
Do you spoil fate
Why do you throw it all away

What happened to the music
The flow you pledged to never lose
In between momentous orange slices of time
Where did you put your shine
You know you can’t rewind
So stop pretending to live blind
Behind past glory, the fast story
Bloom at night, then decay in the morning
Now heed the storm’s warning

With a heart worn on your sleeve
Prepare to feel torn
To mourn conclusions
Thread’s colorful illusions
All the while choosing
A life of love fueled by the music
Ocean’s waves fused with your musing

Photographer: Tim Marshall

Next Song, Please


Said one thing yet meant another
Just to cover up emotion
Put in motion wall construction
Distance for the fall, I’m busted
Brain flustered, made it awkward
Balance lost
Good morning’s cost is now you’re gone
Proved fears right from all along
Insecurities, I’m tired of your song

Move on, not tangled up so long as
I can feel the flow of music
See my pain, then choose to love-infuse it
No longer confused in mirror’s gaze
Hero’s journey, this path I blaze
Growth phase to displace naive ways to live

You see, I’m done living the part
Of the hidden heart, bottled sparks
Never departed for adventure
Time to venture towards dreams of night
Hold you tight, then let go
Deep breath in, calm and slow
Lungs expand, mind melds to flow

You see, so long as I breathe
I can choose to disagree with self-hate
I let go of mistakes, earthquakes of heartbreaks
When remembering what’s at stake
One life, make or break
No chance to hesitate like yesterday
Can’t just say
“Self-love can wait till a later date”

Today, I make every heartbeat count
Memories stacked up to mountains
Fountains of integrated moments
Universe’s show in 360 degrees
Ocean breeze, headphone’s beat
Sore feet to meet you
At the intersection of time and space
In the front row seats

Photographer: Dariusz Sankowski

Boarding Pass

On a plane ride
going sky high,
traveling to Chicago
joined by others
with the power to fly
Through time and space
struggles with rhymes
embracing my issues
while I choose to turn
internal conflict
into public news,
Sharing how I make it through
when moments seem unbearable
I wonder how to care any more,
Wondering what the boarding pass
to life would be
when time’s often spent
instead of seeing
this life as a journey
every breath of oxygen
finding infinite peace
between the bars
of songs praised for
emotionally following along,
as if my words
have already been said
understood and turned into music
before this moments laid to rest,
Lest we forget
every soul we haven’t met,
To know living life to the fullest
is not only the ultimate bet,
but the boarding pass
to gain a past
we’d never wish to regret.