Somewhere in place between Birman
All these languages I’ve learned in effort to bring things together. I made a figure in memory of ancestry. We are woven together in time, I stand before myself in time where my brother told me Chris Cornell was gone but on that day in Tokyo I know that extension of love a singer went out to be there on stage, not Metallica, not Chili peppers but root of my heroes songx.
I hold his heart with mine the was young men sheltered Andrew Wood as pioneers.
A Language and nuance that shaped me, like ink in water I met this man once in Ballard, Whatever drove him to sing love and church rings in me to this day.
I’ve never done heroine and I never want to know that path but he went ahead of me to see that journey, his deliverance of song love and devotion are words not broken.
In arms without arrows aimed at me I am able to bring this sentiment back. I am just vessel for this journey and in time this word. Time will align.
Chaos and
Black is all I feel
when all the power of money was behind him, Church was within him.
In real talk looking beck on hurt and healing with song.
I come back to this thing that moved so many people, myself included.
At time of my youth before phones, I had heart of endurance.
The wind kicked up from an an idea of Andrea Grant when I walked down from the Burke Museum and I looked at this song of a black dog.
Patience remembered me and put back my hands in my pockets and remember I was no on once.
Go back to yourself we are no onc, we will be everyone someday, I sing with the lord deep in yourself you knove me. I am a chaos uncuntintained like this fluid in my vein, u should never be here.
I went on the deepest journey to recover him, all the songs I write can make not wrong.
I’m angry every day truly, I put myself into this water to find him, I was Reuben who pulled me back in this time to give me sense.
All these years I felt anger I was healed by conversation between him, my idea of of Tsa-qwa—support. and Tsawayuus.
Nothing can make that up. Alll the mud in the world can never cover up love for land., I have not paint to bring to you but I have church, only you who know, know what I say.
you have a family with great endurance, I am nothing but shelter on these arms, I ware the stripes of undurance for you with admiration because it’s a name I was granted,
No one can know this time we with one another to be who we are countless hour by the fire I hear the heart of this boy, a man in my heart and in tension of resolve going to
If I am anything I want to be a root the way flee was small but big in time from love.
All these world crash around me if I think of them but I can build myself back up in an idea that Wood is in my soul, he is not gone as much as Hendrix, love is nothing contained.
No tail has an end of story
Heart in my throat, I am with you with great endurance. I will howl in spirit of Chris and I will reach for Mark Arm. These boys gave me song. This work is inside me from a fire no one can know.
Edenshaw, Kranmar nothing is contained, these boys did the best they did to be cointainers for every with Mark Arm.
few if any all know what it is to stand on the shore. In my heart you see me now. this love and devotion was here all the time waves broke my heart, these boys had longing for your heart.
I am nothing without art, nothing without Arthur, George.
Black is all I feel..
Wisdom beyond time when I drive by a sign that remembers us, I think back to all these roots where I”m lifted up to be who I am.
Super island was a curse I ne never want to know.
take this journey with me hold this rope so you have a window into this.
If Steve Jobs is gone and I met founder of Vulcan and they can look to young boys for inspiration
I can sing with love of an arm far reaching, if I see a sign for my guitar hero who was just a Philippine boy with ambition, I can feel the wind on my face and have anger and also embrace this place that I am in. I am no one but I am everyone in great effort. If I could call back the echo of my heroes, I am here in this huch
nothing will erase me, I am forever in love with you, if you see me, few people will understand this.
if you go to the places I go, you will know yourself forever, I kept this world and imagination to hand off to you.
wolf around my collar, I see the hurt of resolve, I will stretch my arms out and weird everything in my voice for give you cover, I will be your uncle if you need be Black is all I feel, so this is how it feels to be free,
year of the rabbit
I can long for u the same was I do Jimi and this song you left run over that kept me going.
Am I indie. Whole of my heart if endurance. When people are afraid to open up, you had known to embrace gospel and take on singers larger than you, make yourself no one, This is the year of the rabbit. I can love and this place now to heal the wound long broken. I go to see you so many times over years, I cry for you and the only thing that heals me is a song, “Brother”, I see that song wishing you all the healing you need is a seed from I’ll be fore you. Nobody sings like you used to. I am here in time and the thorns pulled in my heart, you we're someone for me in the time I needed it to be. Time washes over me like colors no one can erase.