The Art of Blasphemy
Reckoning
This song was written to highlight the subjectivity by which truth is defined and call into question systems of power which, in order to maintain themselves, have dispensed notions of sovereignty over truth unequally and with bias. Specifically I'm looking at the...
Sunshine
I wrote this song as a prayer. I was so tired of platitudes, blame, excuses, people just generally doing anything and everything they could to avoid acknowledging that pain has a rightful place in the human experience. This was more than a decade before anyone had...
Badlands
I can see the metrics but ICan't accept the consequencesHolding me to the deepest regionsSeparating me from the massesA glass panel reachesFrom the sky to the deepestSeason to season dryThe horizon creeps I can reach itIf I tryAlone in the thicknessDot connects to...
The Demon’s Whisper
If he speaks out loudHe loses his voiceSo the demon whispersIn the deep darkWhere everyone can hear himAnd no one can name his words
Safe
On the first day of the storm there was thunderThe frame shookThe glass crackedAnd the child cried for her motherAnd the mother criedAnd the father crackedAnd the glass blew away in the windAs the days passedAnd the storm ragedAnd the father grewAnd the mother hidAnd...
The Window
I’m sitting in my chair looking out the window. I’m not particularly sure why. It’s dark outside, and there’s not really much to see. I’m more resting my eyes upon the absence to afford me a glimpse into my thought. Into myself. What am I? All things are the...
The Pepsi Question
I was once at a close friend’s house. He was an atheist, but used to be a christian. I was agnostic, but used to be christian. We were sitting in his living room, where we both spent a strong majority of our time, and casually he said, “what do you think about god?” I...
I Am a Small Thing
I looked down at the colony of ants amused. There they were bustling about, busy with the day’s work. I said, “why do you bustle about in such a hurry? You travel along these single file lines that you create carrying materials back and forth. ...
Holy Light
I am the fire that wakesThe sleeping beastIn the dead of nightWhen the justice fails I am the quaking that marksWhen the change must comeOr the house will fallOn the children I am the inner screamTo remind the smallOf the power they'veForgotten I am the remnant of...
Talk to me
It’s ok to be who you are, and to talk to me however it is that you talk to people. It is also ok to hide. It is ok to be bold. It is ok to be nervous. It is ok to sound shiny or crusty. It is ok to sound like you come from the tower. It is ok to sound like you come from the street. It is ok to be you in this space. I would love to find out who that is. What do you need today? Please, let me hear you.