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Poems & songs Some of these poems are part of a long envisioned music project that's finally being coaxed to life. Hail The Goer is an examination of the transition from this to whatever comes next. Please follow, let's share work & inspire.
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I found an external hard drive with a few hundred pages of twenty year old poems and stories, most of which I don't remember writing. #poem #poetry

☆WIP☆ I shelved this for a few months, and I'm hearing some potential now. Hail The Goer! #synth #underground #wip #synthesizers #Elektron #1010 #Maschine+

In January, I began integrating my hardware synth rig with Logic and a few soft synths. Steep learning curve for someone who's accustomed to working outside of a DAW & I've made no new music in months. Tonight, I'm starting a new track using the new setup. Wish me luck.

heart is a gnarled harbor, a fog lost in shipwrecks muttering rhythms of sails rippling resonate riggings & blood that crests before breaking- against a far & unfamiliar shore violins strung with veins erase the silence with something like a song #poem #micropoem #dark

Fly my body to Varnasi to sleep swaddled in arms of sunlight hold me tenderly decending the ghat each step, a recitation pulling closer to the Ganga give me the strength to recite Maha Mrityunjaya one last time Oh Mahadeva bring me home #poetry #poem #Mahadeva

wind folds cotton origami a funeral of mist & light an elephant cobra crane turtle tree lion silkworm ant all flow one into the next until taxonomy & death are both exhausted all deaths rehearsed above our heads, rest hold wake in the eyes transcribe bibles of graceful cloud silence in the heart

I found the place where Tom Waits wrote Bone Machine & Basquiat last nodded where Jesus slept darkly before rolling back the stone & Buddha came & went unchanged his feet, two diamond hearts,  tenderly stepping suffering into sutra spoken bridges into hallowed eldritch song

Love is the most practical thing in the world. To love, to be kind, not to be greedy, not to be ambitious, not to be influenced by people but to think for yourself – these are all very practical things, and they will bring about a practical, happy society. -Krishnamurti

Om Try-Ambakam Yajaamahe Sugandhim Pusstti-Vardhanam Urvaarukam-Iva Bandhanaan Mrtyor-Mukssiiya Maa-[A]mrtaat ||

let the body live in hunger & eat only what grows from the mind let the fire inside die so low that only a single ember glows & you hold it between your cheek & teeth mutter flame & smoke all sung asunder a song, tender, timbre glows & the ember remembers- wilderness inside burns only for love

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain, which cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart, until in our despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

with photovoltaic fingers I gather only what the sun sheds paper my forgetful lobes with scraps of light so that I may remember myself only by my shadow #poem

Love always wins.

The clear light of death will burn every shadow I've carried through this dream.

shells spiral cochlear decapod swimmerets my ears go out with the tide the waves are all i hear i remember an astral mansion where your earth body was painted & hung from the wall of a room that walked through me #poetry #poem

Tip toe to the precipice. #aiart

"Clouds" The crowded clouds crawl across the charcoal sky to shed tears and cry, to cover over the countless stars on the other side of our severed universe, to water the earth of so many saddened souls ___ poem, poetry

Stacking stones tumbled smooth in tumult of ancient glacial lake through one hundred thousand times one hundred thousand human incarnations is a disassociated exercise in self assembly All past selves scattered reunite in novel forms unchanged #poetry

#aiart cosmic synth monkey