• July 20th, 2025

    Snow in Spring (Tomorrow):

    Everything’s changing rapidly

    I don’t know what’s going to be left of me

    Seasons come and go now, I can’t tell the 4 apart

    Snow in spring, blooms in the fall

    Summer and Winter are lovers after all

    Mama told me hold on

    One day Persephone hates him

    Then she loves Hades again

    That is the sense of things

    Why don’t you learn Greek?

    The code of the sheets, when your on Earth you can roam free

    But down there watch your lips and your feet

    I can kiss him all day and kill him tomorrow

    He may be here now but far off tomorrow

    We can make love in the moment yet destroy ourselves tomorrow

    Ebb and Flow.


    Poetry Over Anxiety

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  • Muse

    Below is the latest song I wrote, sounds more like a poem than a song but they are pretty interchangeable.

    Muse:

    I got the case of the blues

    Because my lover has chosen another to be his muse

    There were so many clues, so many weird rules

    Questions would be answered with jewels

    That were worth less than the gold of fools



    Like every heart drawn in the sand

    Waves of tears wash it away at the sea’s command

    Like every heart carved in a tree

    Eventually shadowed by thorns and weeds

    Like my heart pounding in my chest

    Will explode soon of despair and stress



    The day I can make you mine

    Is the day that my fears finally die

    What does she have that I don’t

    The body, the finesse, the attitude

    Whereas she is in a different altitude

    While being in the same latitude



    If I were your muse, I would pose for you everyday

    Serenade you in smokey cabarets

    Prance around for you on Broadway

    Would never go astray, yet you treat me like a castaway

    And made a purebred out of a stray



    The day I could make you mine

    Is the day my tears will finally dry

    Trying to stand tall as a weeping willow

    Failing as I weep in my pillow

    Curl up like an armadillo

    Asking God how did it go this low



    The day I could make you mine

    Is the day I will finally be able to fly

    My love will always be for you

    No matter who else is between us two

    No matter who springs out the blue

    I am always ready to be your muse

    -Sunshine

    Written on February 18th, 2024

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