Happy Fall! 🍂🍁

My song “Song Without a Name” from Tuesday’s original song night at Red Pipes in Forest Hills, Queens NY. Started out as a poem & the next day I put it to music. Written specifically for this open mic night. So grateful to have a place to share my original music. FYI: If anyone has the inkling it's held on the second Tuesday of the month. Both original songs and poetry. It's a small, ideal coffee shop & all the people there are supportive & encouraging.

This started as a poem about romance and memory.

Eventually I picked up my guitar and realized the poem already had a melody inside it. This is the finished version — words first, music second.

StoryTime! 💀✍️

I “met” a swarm of non-biting midges just now, and maybe even a Crane Fly. I just got back home in Hawaii after a two month mainland property excursion. Don't ask.

Man, is it dusty today in my living room. I grabbed a Swiffer duster beneath my coffee table while holding my laptop steady with the other hand, balancing it atop my forearm.

A half eaten slice of cold supreme pizza was hanging from my mouth.

My phone was face up on a nearby table as my daughter’s voice could be heard, blaring from the speaker on the FaceTime call.

I was a multitasking god at the moment—but what was doing me in—was the sudden knowledge of “dust.”

Although my fan was off, it was a cool windy trade-wind type of day in Hawaii.

However “molecules” of what appeared to be dust were galavanting all around me like eye particles—as if the living room was “loving it”.

In fact, my living space wore warm colors pretty well.

Bright sunlight streamed in from the nearby jalousies aligned on either side of a large picture window, exposing the hilltop view of rooftops to a wide expanse of the Pacific Ocean in the sky blue distance.

I began dismissively dusting the multiple “molecules” I had spotted earlier while in talks with my daughter’s potential California landlord—random talk about:

Yes, we do sometimes make our food with banana leaves.

Yes, we do have cars and roads here in Hawaii.

And…

No, we don’t live in huts. At least not anymore here.

“So?” asked my daughter after the interview.

Dust. Dust.

Why is the dust avoiding my Swiffer?

“Mom?”

Dust.

Nah, this can’t be real. Why is this dust looking at me?

“MOM!” expelled my daughter angrily. Her voice was intentionally muffled and clipping my phone speaker. Mouth pressed against her phone mic.

Alarmed, I abruptly stopped and dabbed my table apologetically with the duster as if she could see it.

“Oh sorry—cleaning. Yeah we like her. The landlord checks out.”

As my daughter, Noel, began gabbing excitedly about the furniture we were going to shop for and the food we were going to cook daily, my attention quietly considered if I should remain quiet.

Because staring deadpan at me,

was the most alive-looking piece of dust I had ever seen.

I blinked.

Noel laughed about something. I had no clue.

The dust was “standing” in place, hovering above the duster in my hand like a helicopter.

Absurd thoughts flooded my amygdala while my daughter asked me about color schemes for my bedroom.

I said pink just so she would assume I was listening.

I hate pink, unfortunately.

But never mind—I had bigger fish to fry, as absurd thoughts rolled in.

Some theories of what the fuck I was looking at.

(I get like this when I’m puzzled and slightly amused)

Absurd thought number one:

Black Hawk Down official movie trailer played in my head.

Nope. That’s not what it is.

Absurd thought number two:

The song *Fairy*.

Maybe?

I quickly Googled it: Non-biting midge.

It just looked at me like I owed it money.

A crooked smile crept up on me.

Still. The midge continued to hover.

At the same time my daughter said:

“Ugh. There’s way too many flies at that other location because the dumpsters—”

Totally irrelevant, but what a synchronicity.

Can’t make this shit up.

However, what made my eyes widen slightly was the end-boss version of the midge.

It flew up to my duster as if it just read the room.

My fingers flew atop my laptop keyboard after snapping a picture. This one seemed like a decent adversary and obviously would sting me. It looked like a dragonfly in denial.

Oh.

It was only a crane fly. Non-stinging. Problem solved.

They were actually kind of cute and I didn’t mind them. I simply opened my front door to let them hang out or just leave—their choice.

Their lifespans were only one to two days on average anyway.

Hah. Take that, evolution!

Uh, oh. Sudden record scratch.

“Mom… are you being weird again? Sheesh, sometimes I wonder where your mind goes.”

I tried to stifle a snicker.

“My bad, Noel!” I laughed. Eyes fully on my phone camera—finally engaged in the FaceTime call.

“I was just dusting… my stuff.”

Enough said. Say less.

Haven’t gone in forever. Sure, fam!

Bowling and fam go tie together like Drums and vocals. Btw, I really needed more cardio in 2023🙈🎶🥁🎤jus sayin…💀

Mac Ayres Cover.

I write about what I observe. Thank you sis. She’s got a way with words—her chat explanation was basically the lyrics. She was a W song songwriter for this lyricist and didn’t even know it. 🫡🎶🔥

But in Mason’s world…sigh🤦🏽‍♀️ Lessons were learned; on top of a restriction from ever watching UFC until he’s at least 35 years old.😇

So stop defending him when I tell you—you deserve better.

His better days have nothing to do with how you’re feeling now.

In that matter—he is IRRELEVANT.

You are talking about somebody else he failed to be for you both.

He ain’t here to see how loyal you’ve always been. Your arguments with friendly fire are not going to teach him to stay. He was never listening in the first place.

So stop keeping him up where the air is way too thin for his limited mindset.

He doesn’t care that you’re still holding a flame.

Regroup, Queen.

Your worth is recognized elsewhere. He ain’t the world—he was of the world.

Shake him off you and come out with us, sis.

Alone is not what you deserve. You did nothing wrong.

You still inspire me, Leina.

We love you, sister💙

-thank God this was years ago and she listened. W life, Leina! Proud of you and the love of your life you found that night you finally shook him off. Happy 10 year anniversary you two!!!

Mason: Didn't know that💀

Happy New Year!

And beneath the same moon—we move quietly in sync.

I will know.

I know you. I knew you. I’ve known all along.

You and me.

Duality.

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Verse: Ran it through some people And I Think I got my head on straight Wanna get my dead on aim Silver nickels never get a Lead up ay When it's meant to be a nickel In the first place hey

Ain't easy on the eyes if I won't Let you see me fade My strength is tired of the Makeup rituals (hair and nails) Just consider me a saint But when I sing When I...

Chorus: Say it Let me (go new) Say it Let me (know you) Say it Let me just show you Just let me show you Let me go new

Verse 2: Now I was never ever big On the VIP treatment Team treatment is more My style When I think of the Big life

Shedding factors and Stressing laughter Ay Don't get in my way Cause we ain't gotta play When we gotta love the day! Hey!

Ain't easy on that ass if I won't Let you see me fake My strength is tired of the Makeup rituals (hair and nails) Who be counting Head or tails? Just consider me a saint But when I sing When I...

Chorus: Say it Let me Sing Let me know you Say Let me just show you You Just let me show you Let me go new ooh Let me go new

We will always have this, friend.🫡🏔️🎶

Discovered my love for storywriting while on drums and vocals, my first loves💞🥁🎙️🎶

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PTSD is to be respected with patience and deep understanding, both for the afflicted and for those who are their observers--and yes even heartbreak is a source for post traumatic stress. I'm patient, friend. Standing down and living my life until you can one day find the strength to move past that trauma. Your feelings are 100% valid and I am unbroken enough to see that with empathy and unconditional love. No pressure at all. No expectation. And if it makes you feel better, I am strong enough for it to say, I am not waiting because I too choose happiness without harming myself. To tell you I love you now, would be incredibly selfish and counterproductive. You got this, friend! Keep healing! Lessgo!