Roadside bouquets

Roadside bouquets

a quick call to say I’m ok

And I’m on my way

and I’ll drive it home

this worlds lonely homie

I like my space

I crafted laced and stitched this all together

while the weather kept the storms at bay

and when it didn’t well I weathered them anyway

My heart was born heavy still i float like a feather weight

And I brought the rain with me

brain thrifty

Ive never been the type with taste so picky

give me the shirt that don’t fit me

give me the road and ill still see

the gardens abound

I found bouquets

while I looked at the ground

and give thanks

while say to myself

life found a way

to grow through grit and the rock and the shit

and we can too

endorse endure

eclipse enmesh en mass

enough and more

find and chart courses

divorce this malignant force

that we’re at war with

and absorb this

straight from the source

we’re all wild horses

There’s no such thing as a stable home

There are no demilitarized zones

and you will only find peace

when you can find it alone 


enriched

water to roots like breath to lips

a gift

(CHORUS)

If time it dilates

It vibrates

flummoxed

as I rummage through the tonnage

from pit in my stomach

I’m thinking

Pity

Its nothing on all sides

But pittance from the prince of tides

still every little bit counts

And so I’m

Shoring up soil to make sure this little pit thrives

The cradle of life death fertilized

That’s why I try and be a fungi-

Know we’re all traumatized

Violence is the fruit of a tree well brutalized

And we’re living through some brutal times

Early morning drive

while the gloom’s looming planet wide

I’d

Plant wildflowers watch the streets come alive

roadside bouquets you’re calling muted

staying rooted as a matter of faith

see its a matter of taste

and my palette

is fucking disgusting

rusted, decrepit and crumbling

life in the stone

and the rose

thrown away once done with

a bouquet for me?

Pretty weeds from concrete

the signs are discrete

but me?

Never been accused of such subtlety

amused

but you get confused by the things I do publicly

you’ll never seem to see the pushed in the puddle me

what once was

but now smudged

those are the shapes that I love

because they’re honest

they never

do as they’re told or

as they’re supposed

or bundle it up

and im artist

honestly

I look for this stuff

there are a million different faces of love

but everyone

that ever spoke to me

did so

on the low

out their mouth sideways

while I vibrated in agonized guilt

because I watched all of those flowers killed

not only do people never get them while they’re still smelling

they don’t even notice that they’re there to begin with

(CHORUS)

and I’m

on my way

in my way

live life in excesses

obsessed thinking its blessed to be rich

but never thought of what a blessing is

or how a world might dress it

if your guess was grotesque

well then yes you guessed it

but could you really love the house when the floor is all busted?

could you really love your neighbor

when you’re hearing him cussing for hours about nothing

on end??

or for just acting like a fucking fiend

what do you really think compassion means

folks will say its dumb

until they atrophy

we all go backwards

You cant escape the causalities

imagine actually

thinking that its not that bad????

Fuck apathy

live affably try and laugh

but never act like its all amiable

damsel distressed not careful

get saved by a werewolf

beware savagery

reactive forces with no center of gravity

do not seek truth they seek comfortable

See being vulnerable is incredibly honorable

but hardly ever gets honored

and more often feels awful

we mistake quietly lined up

for responsible and so those left responsible

don’t have the sense to hold their own selves responsible

they are wrong,

you weren’t strong

watching yourself down trodden on

theres nothing wrong

about feeling despondent

sometimes we need to soften up

often

clay just dug ups too tough

and you cant mold it

my favorite bouquets are the ones left living despite the odds

That after all the sabotage to still be counted on

to show the very beauty of the sun they sprouted on

Flesh and Bone

It was a blood rendering 

Of flesh and bone

Benchwarmer who was left alone

Romantic not romantically

Just the type to live in fantasy 

Living out my fantasy 

What a fallacy 

I didn’t have the faculties actually

But theres only one way to know 

So i was never home

Antics and apathy

What a travesty

Earth steadily grabbing me

Do anything she asks of me

Still feel the pull of the gravity

It was a splendored thing

Hushed in tone

All the sacrifice for just a bit of influence

Oh the impedance

Oh the insignificance

Lift that light that you’ve risen in

Only to dim again

I like to score for friends 

And to keep score for them 

Pulling straws

Pulled the shorter end again

Id sure like to the shore to end

But id been walking on this beach 

So long and so far and so on

So im not sure it ends

Its just more and more bends

Like a pressured vein

Scuba dive

Oxidized 

Awful try

Ask me why

Id rather break my own back

Then admit that i dont have a spine

Fuck it im fine ive always been serpintine

Kinda like the suffer

But its sucks to see that in your eyes

Every try

Every light house to lead ships arry 

wrecked at the cliffs edge

Rest for the stiff neck

But only for a second

Then its break neck speed

Every time 

i thread the needle

through the wrinkles in my eyes

Only to see

Im cognizant 

Ugly like a cormorant 

Fuck those dirty birds 

Look trust me 

Im sure that there lovely in some way ok

Just let me have this one today

Run these runny fingers along fencing 

As i walk away  

Stimulating nerve endings

From end to end 

Lending me strength

Its a zen thing

This is sun sending

This is un ending 

This forever bending let never break

Never take less or more

Only what you truly need

Always had some food to eat

had some clothes and

A home somewhere i could shit and eat

I had a job and some money 

Still believe when you seek 

The world is becoming 

The drumbeat

Seen a deadbeat lead

To melancholic frolic through the polish of death

Formaldehyde varnish 

Follow my steps 

Follow your breath

Why they telling you there’ll be nothing left 

This is all blessed 

Fucking alarmists 

Idk where the alarm is 

But theres no waking me

Could never break dream

Ill just dream more lucidly 

Dreams about you and me

with the blood overrunning the streets

It’s a new kinda sheek 

The discrete elite

Dictating diction 

How we speak 

If ever worlds invoke a word police

theyre coming for me

Running to be

Running my mouth

Running amock

Through the muck

With a love of these free

Words of apathy 

What in the worlds happened to me 

See I used to be magic

Now its murdered rabbits 

In my hat

Look at that

Tryna see the world through the backwards

Ravaged, consumption, combustion and plastic

From the great plains rivers mountains and lakes

 to the blood in our veins

Tainted the same

Every action

Equal to opposite 

Im trying to do opposite

To show and not tell 

And to offer it up like some crux of the truth

Look i made this for you

Still been willing to be willing my way 

Inna parade while they masquerade

Pantheistic and ritualistic 

Sayin fuck the riches

Fuck making a damn name 

I just want to see a damn change

Make a difference

shape the world with the words

When i listen

Love lifted

Im gifted so i shifted space

In between the day and night 

When dusk and dawned on 

With the musk of a some rusted trust

my light long gone on me

Logged off on me 

But Im staying awake

Alone in my cave 

The depraved sounds of growling and howling apes

Reflected through the depths

Of the eyes of this mage

Blank page

Holds a sword with a sense of rage

Theres got to be a better way

Oh socrates 

Oh sweet hypocrisies 

Free philosophies of what the worlds often brings

Somthings off with him 

To act like nothings offered to him

I often’d say that id never have a sensei

World had always lent me

Remarkable men 

Time and time again

So much unrest 

And the stress truly built me best

Steady man 

Readily damned through my own hands 

Tryna KO me

It’s like ok me 

I’m perfectly ok

I’m perfect ok 

I can not allow myself to waiver in anyway 

Slapped back 

Back to the back of the void 

So annoyed 

With the way that I choose to deploy 

My righteous voice

But I always come back to it 

Still  keep it for me

Because I wonder if it’s too much to breach

Because honestly I feel like it’s too much for me 

Lets discuss this more

Am i disgusting? Sure

But show me evil and im the first one would rush the door

All your temptations rest in resting with some busty whore

What are you lusting for 

Whats that illustrious lure

I heard the mighty roar

i never be an herbivore 

I need to feed the beast

I raise my hand and peace

But i know that theres no changing me

Fuck logistics 

This the shit that makes me sickest

In the sense that i want riches 

Its only to build what i envision 

The world i want to live   

And to pass on

When i pass on 

So ive passed on a lot

Of happy simples

And im fine with that

Sometimes this life feels like a never ending spinal tap

But im not married to the marrow 

What a narrow vision of living 

Is so much more

Than flesh and bone

The Poets new Almanac

I talk a lot of hard headed cocky posturing, but i’m really soft and squishy gushy push me im so wishful,so wish me some wishy washy. but watch me, because right now wont even let me in the lobby but these legs which wibbly wobbly be the same one which have brought me from my knees to the heights of trees. a heightened plea, for the greatest to make it. what say it, i know one day ill make it or break it. i have to, never meaning to pass you but been meaning to ask you what grabs you, I slam my hands on my bad mood. Must be a bad moon, steady flow of detestable and questionable eb and flow. cant pin down the load but i know that its heavy though. and yo, god speaks through these relics are you jealous? this a time old tale of time telling, and im one of the riddlers, picture this trickster fixed in the piss poor picture of eternity burning, i been so damn mean while im untangling. i will never be sane again i gave it up for these dreamscapes to eat like cheesecake absorb these freeze frames. stuck in time so they lost there meaning (and) the whole thing changed like seasons. or more like seasoning, these be the reasons for my recently trembling, resembling elephants after me after me dastardly after we finally act to the thrill of the pack where are we at i was so up front but im still in the back. back of your mind with my head up my ass and i actually charted this all on a map. filled up my bag to the best of my craft it was crap. I headed west once the east fell flat. I headed east when the west fell back. Im doing laps, cant relax but i dont need a thing, yea already drunk but would you pour me a drink

So mind your fucking business or ill give you some new business to mind, yea people talking shit all the time. but im not worried about that see ive got mountains to climb i always knew id see the top its just a matter of time and Im just as crazy as you make me out to be but you make me out to be some kind of monster. A monster. this is a mantra, i didnt do this because i want to i did it because ive got you. Made a deal with the world, and i thank her for the offer. even tho so many times she made me feel awful, i toss still. I just hope that by the time i am a fossil, i leave behind a parcel of land and some apostles. i dont need a remake or retake. i tried to see 3 ways, mind body and soul. and its the soul that’ll take that hefty tole. and my mind, well ive got a lot of goals. and ive got a lot of plans laid out but theyve got a lot of holes.

I dont know where to go so im always on the road like jack karouak
But i dont want to be whack as jack karouac
And looking back the way i dealt with all of that
Is spitting out the truth from this poets new almanac

Foolishly im proud of me thats just how the fool is free. being this silly being, means mortgaging more of me morbidly toward the tourists dream, wont you show me everything. every town center and every setting then down at the thought of settling, down at the thought of loose ends never ends i cant even just pretend. used to feel i was on the fence i just feel now i was never in. saying shit that i never meant. damn my head is choken and broken i hold this rope and imma never let go. hes a dope hes joke hes the road less traveled by a rival unraveled throw me a paddle or some meat for this old dog, treat me like your pavlov, closed off like padlock. thats a little trick for my sick thoughts down the drain, life is only love in pain, worse is feeling in between id rather be burned to feel nothing,

and dear oh dear oh dear oh dear
and dear oh dear oh dear oh dear and i dont think its endearing, i thought i saw top but i just got past the clearing its clear there’s never been a ceiling and sealing all of my feeling from reeling is really stealing. had the chance to express a thought lost art is crime as stated, made it federal. wait until im on that pedestal ill do everything that i said i willl. Picking my bulging brain i refrain because i heard something. Thought i might slip from the trippin but im still me man and im just the same, smitten for my written words to bring me some change. If i stay in my lane and keep my head in the game then im playing(plain). color out the lines or youve never created anything. guess i need some medicine maybe acetaminophen, because i feel it in my belly and head again im sweatin and if yours so ill then maybe head to bed my friend.

Ive seen the lowest of the lowell oh well
I guess they called me jack karouac
But i dont wanna write like jack karouac
And looking back the way i dealt with all of that
Is spitting out the truth from this poets new almanac

What it is like to be human

Some spoken word you can listen to at this link and read through below…

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/what-it-is-like-to-be-human

I swear I’ll never understand the way that people treat me, it seems they think that if they beat me they may beat me. But you could never understand I don’t want to force my hand. I’m here, and anger is so exhausting. Besides our air is plumed enough by fumes from all the yester years. My fear is that it’s too late, that all of this is in vein and that my madness isn’t as beautiful as I’ve made it out to be…. hmph (>_<)

Well time and time again I’ve seen my compassion viewed as a weakness. I harbor all my strength here so I think that’s weird. It’s strange I accept that pain though, it’s almost comforting in a way because it reminds me that I too am a human. A costume I’ve long felt I was trying my hardest to fit into but just couldn’t get my legs through. Who knows, maybe I have outgrown the sanctity of skin but then again I may just be arrogant. I’ll blame it on the air and then refuse to breath. The divine leaves the door open for me but won’t allow me to leave, or I’m delusional, but that’s the way I’ve seen it as far back as I can render. So who’s to say what’s real besides me, what’s really beside me. I mean half of the time my wide eyes are lying and I really only ride this wave.

I didn’t always, but I truly love me and that’s truly something. Of course I have to remind myself often but what are my other options? I’m not the type to stay up at night wondering where I went wrong. Because I leave it on the table, all of it. I’ll just be trying to make sense out of something that doesn’t. Light that cigarette. Another thing I sanctified crumbles. I keep building. I feel as though this tower is undone the second that the brick and mortar dries.but I keep trying. I didn’t do it for the attention, I just don’t want To be overlooked. A closed book never brokered and my broken throat. I heal all my aliments with a wholesome hope and a perfect note, an everlasting craftsmanship. I want to be allowed to have feelings but I’m scared that they’ll laugh at my blasphemy. I am truly rationing what happens with the amount of stabs to the back that action has for me

Masochist, I’d like to relax but I really never understood half of this pristinely packaged extremely average path to acting like you’re made for some position in society. We are human, we are made to dance not to evaluate the economy. Sustainability and growth are the product of harmony not a stimulus package and an arms race to first place to take a face off. Love is slipping through our fingers. Science is truth but its not all of it. There is the meta, the mental, the truth about soulfulness. The patch of matter where our feelings really matter. If you catch my drift because I’m just floating. You have to believe before you make it anyplace but back to bed and I’m not saying that’s easy. I have an outlet and some days I still feel outed. Some days I still feel my doubt hit me so deep in my gut that I don’t know which way is up. The world is a reflection of our minds, and mine mine. Intentionally fragile so it tastes like throwup in my mouth and understand I can’t fix the world on my own but I am trying: maybe if I enlist the list of apparitions that I’ve been kin with. Who am I kidding they enlist me. I mostly just listen, but never head advice. I chose to only ever learn the hard way in this life. So I am strong now and I know this very close to my center. I am the world so I will never venture alone. The same goes for you, let it out. It is ok to be human…

 

 

Waitless(Keep Drifting)

Well, this one took a little while to get out of me

Waitless (Keep Drifting)
Lyrics by Prof. Mayfly

(verse 1)
Well i get frisson like a motherfucker
And i get visions like no other brothers, and sisters
This is for a moment in time
I think that most of my mind likes to rhyme at least most of the time.
I tangle up the spider silk and it’s riveting.
I’m throwing out entitlement for enlightenment
I’m done fighting it, I really fucking like this shit.
I was so worried that you wouldn’t be alright with it.
But imma will it into being, it’s thrilling when you see that its all relative
Mass space time velocity and energy
Look
Einstein proved it mathematically so don’t you tell me research conflicts with spirituality
Just face your setbacks and your fallacies you practically cracked me and my ego
I’m free though to leave, or love, and I’ve got shit to do
So ill be riddling through the dilation I’m patient
This thin walled casing, A stress evaluation It’s way too gradient
It’s gonna take a spectrograph to measure that
As a matter of fact, it probably won’t stay in tact.
Rip your life from the tracks Throw the dice in ya pack,
take a chance, quick glance, I trance
Look mom no hands!
Imma do what i can, from new york to japan while im taking my stand
with no fans
Wait, what is this frequency that speaks to me my brain hertz, thats resonant
Man i dont think that i remember in between all of my residence and dismemberments
Its kind of pleasent like i’m alway home, and thats the reason why ive always grown thats the reason why i love my own,
And my enemy remeber me i wanna be a laureate, and just got published
I work for the public then head to the pub kid.

(Chorus)
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless
Or maybe i should maybe i just, maybe its just wait less
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless

And keep drifting…

(verse 2)
But who am i to persuade you?
And who am i to evade truth?
Cooped up I’m ruthless, i’ve gotta find truth
If i reach the last page will i reach that last stage and fade?
Or is this sentience a mere reflection of a transient intention of a universal consciousness.
I’ll stay on top of it Ill be the page of swords
I’ve never been adored, but i look forward to the taste of maybe making it
I really just get bored…
I wish that i could just live in my dreams
Because it seems human being really isn’t my thing.
Bring in the sunshine, fuck me man Im way too lucky
I think i understand feeling
I think i get that real things, are not the same as reality
I think i finally understood why everybodys always so god damn mad at me
They’re not.

(Chorus)
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless
Or maybe i should maybe i just, maybe its just wait less
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless

And keep drifting

Verse 3 (Spoken)
When a particle reaches it’s highest frequency and escapes the system there is a flash of light.
We know based on mass relativity that theoretically at the speed of light mass would be infinite.
Enlightenment: the search for your souls resonant frequency. The eradication of the human barrier, the ego. For in that moment the particle is one with the whole of the universe. Every tensor of existence is expressed briefly through the static. For an amount of time we express as zero that exists forever and not at all . All mediums have the power to resonant energy is contained within the system.

Where and when are you afraid of going?

(Chorus)
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless
Or maybe i should maybe i just, maybe its just wait less
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless

And keep drifting…

I get it

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/i-get-it

I get it

I said one day the wide eyed child will be spectacular.
Until then check my vernacular until then count my degrees

you might just see with binoculars.
You couldn’t catch me with ya oculars.
Arrests me officer for the haze :i carry on, I’m like the bronze third place makes haste try and Chase I doubt you’ve tangoed at my pace with such haste and consistency,
I’m entranced in my philosophy
No I’m exactly what you thought I would be minus the doctorate and all the trees, shit

but I’ll get it and I get it.

I’m about to master this
Look at me I’m blasphemous.
Probably assumed that I had half of this.
So maybe I should ration it,
I can’t figure how to package it
Addicted to a world exactly the way that I craft diffract and captured it.
Take the toss the torch is lit. Why the hell you forcing it
No one overnights a Porsche and shit
Chilling on porches gorgeous girls cigar in lips
Man don’t get ridiculous of course you have to work for it.
And that demands attention,
Nah man that demands retention.
Sure there fucking tension in the lifeline
More likely I’m mentioned this bite I’m
Suppressing with my clenched jaw.
Freeze thaw.
Everything breaths.
So everything needs a bit of oxygen.
I guess that I’m toxic then
I’ll be posted round the bend.
Watching the river from the shore.
Once again a warrior, back to the wall.
Don’t get involved
check the resolve of a flawless man.
Such elastic temperament
back and forth like rubber bands.
Falls in line like grains of sand.
But you can’t take the hits he can
Holy shit he’s up again.
But I get it, and I get it

I guess I need to speak.
I have so much to say.
Close your eyes and tell the dark.
No one listens anyway.
I’ll be exactly what I want to be
Try to stop or copy me
Try to get atop of me ahead of my head
so much time I spent just makin sure it was fed
And making words from what I meant to feel
Clearly selfishly for my appeal.
Clearly heals me that’s the deal
With this Mayfly.
You wanna over analyze everything well fine.

But I get it, and I get it

The Bug Collection

You can’t step on them ok?

The Bug Collection

a story of retribution through compassion 

By Subtle Keystrokes & Prof. Mayfly

So what the fuck am i supposed to do, when every critter in the grass makes me hope for you. And I’m hopeful too, of the mirror and the message it’s exposed me to. Human beings getting mean I’ve got news for you, I grew into this, please grow out of it, trying to cure my bad habits it’s a lonely road to freedom but by kingdom come this will be done, collection smashed in half and scattered, stop tripping it’s smaller than you’ve made it out to be, I resent you even doubting me. Because I will. I’m not in it for the thrill dollar bills or the easy kill. We will triumph, you can’t step on them ok?. Or step at me with your Jedi like mind games. I’m fine man I’m over it. I just don’t want to be the one who’s disowning this distant star grab space landing. Life is better than that so much better than that so much better in fact it’s only one mission is to stay in tact and that’s tactics you can’t detach that level or fragmenting fractals, Its triple double packed like a stippled graph, I get so panicked I induce my own asthma attacks and that’s whack man I’m better that. One foot after the other brother, we always make it home eventually, always eventually, a sentiment Worth cherishing. So why worry why hurry why stack the cash, pass the class, just relax make it last, and expand your mental house of glass. Live vividly eat the deliciously vibrant landscape like it’s yours for the taking. (It doesn’t know) the difference between you or me or human beings a piece of tree or anything. I don’t wanna lead I’m just tryna be a referee. But for some damn reason no ones even gonna let me be. I’m just trying to do me and I’m doing great. That’s a feeling that your going to need to integrate, I don’t mean to be sarcastic but were so much smaller than our big heads make us out to be. So check it out: fuck the antfarm I’m outta here.

 

Thrown by the Wind

Hello everyone!

I recently wrote this poem and rapped it over a friends track on the full moon. self expression at its finest. please enjoy and share

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/thrown-by-the-wind-prod-by-most-potent?in=subtle-keystrokes/sets/collaborations

Lyrics:

These people want to start a war that they can’t afford. And I’m not really sure they want the war horns sounded on shore. They say their sure that their core knows theirs shields and sword and that the door to the keep doesn’t fall anymore.

I warned them intently based on empirical evidence it’s evident that their disposal here is imminent heaven sent expulsion of the arrogant aires that they live by thrown to the wind. Kicked in the shin and toppled over castle walls falling but the present pleasant peasant pillaged is precious loss. Is it the benefit worth the cost of a innocent life, yet yes in a sense life can’t be a damn thing but guilty. I blame the starry sky that built us filthy. Quilted silhouettes finding empty space to build filled with regrets scared of death. Make that horrified or mortified. As if there’s more to find than peace and love tormented souls with goals that they’ll never live by and by it’s all the same. I lonely game of pride and prejudice, lies and heretics, recruits and veterans jumbled together in a mixing pot of thoughts. Locked and loaded. Pumas ready to pounce. Renounce the deeds of streeds and horsemen, force them to submission listenin in the forest of lost soul to the winds spin.

These people want to start a war that they can’t afford. And I’m not really sure they want the war horns sounded on shore. They say their sure that their core knows theirs shields and sword and that the door to the keep doesn’t fall anymore.

Quite frankly I don’t have a problem with your listening I wrote so long I think I fucking sprained my wrist again speaking yeea alright speaking of the weakling with the fiercest eyes. The clearest ties to kinship with the kingships the nightly knight unwilling to fight are you a pacifist or just a passive bitch whining about the path that your shadow cast alas a rapper with class. Ok alright well the wind made me spin with my lips winced in inhaling a Winston. And glimpsing at a wrinkling sense urgency of this morning, glory and murdering.

Is this salvation or mutilation, one things for Damn certain. I’m done waiting. Sentimental patience or a senti-mental-patient. Genius or delusion clairvoyance or confusion. I spent my whole account on this illusion and I’m barely moving unless let the wind lift and drift me off. Man I’m up and away I’ve got this look on my face as if I’m lookin to say something vital about my vital signs. When I see it….

These people want to start a war that they can’t afford. And I’m not really sure they want the war horns sounded on shore. They say their sure that their kingsmen are proud and pure and that the door to the keep doesn’t fall anymore.

Ok ok well how does that make you feel really?

Really it makes me feel like there’s no ceiling and I’m kneeling to the whim of angry god I don’t believe look… this is treason you can’t attack those men for no good reason.

Seize him, prof. Mayflys gone off the rails. Most potent laid the tracks but to no avail. He’s not available we’ll have to haul the hull ourself and in the naval fleet a sudden hell, a great wAve they couldn’t save themselves thrown by the wind. Thrown for a spin in a deep dive of dividends the soldiers perished. As I escaped somehow my being captured was my great escape, the greatest laid plans and strategies all run out of batteries. They’re all just jealous or their mad at me for listening to wind spin. And i mean of course you’re off course if you don’t follow the current current like the smoke rises or like a river flows. And now it’s all exposed a patternless pattern, it’s like a rhythm though, hardly enough harmony the miserable harm in me. My throat I’m choking Evoking thoughts private, no I am just ghost this case is closed.

with love

Prof. Mayfly

Does A Mayfly Buzz or Bumble?

inspired by a wanderer who insisted i was biased because he didnt know what he was talking about. This song is about the costumes we wear.

Photo Credit goes to Kevin Rogers @ https://www.facebook.com/kevphotomang

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/does-a-mayfly-buzz-or-bumble

Lyrics:

This world will humble you simpleton, crinkled into the wrinkles of your frozen zen. I sent my pen through to lend you the hand you needed and you retreated so I repeated do you see it. I’m going to lose my hand soldier but without you I don’t need it. For I’d never leave a man behind like this and feel whole again anyway. Besides I know you only jumped in the flame because you’d thought you’d seen the enemy with his venom teeth where he keeps all of his envy sheathed. I know you did because you’d seen me and I failed to establish a connection well let me tell you this.

I’ve known a lot of fucking people and truth of it’s. That based on appearances you’re delirious you have to feel this shit. Some people will want to hurt you some people want to help you and the rest, it’s just costumes. Have I lost you? What I’m saying is a conscious soldier doesn’t shoot to kill but he will shoot to live.
and jeez so Stacy’s at the place she’s making pastries. She’s got a new boy to impress so her underwear is Lacey. And the look upon her facey it’s crazy. It’s like her smiles running of her face no pacing but racing ear to ear and she barely hears but she overhears a quick tid bit. The pastries had been poisoned by the alien space prince. Quick Stacey’s freaking out because early that day she saw a blue man in the wild and he looked in face and saw weakness. She’s tweaking I’m done here I’m leaving. K Stacey good evening. Now she’s gone release him. In the pastry store the space prince finally had the room to rumba. And play tuba, figuring alien space prince where you Are ain’t nobody gonna see you. So he’s shaking his but and smoking a blunt with fists in the air he’s vivid and the world is with him so he doesn’t care. Not a monstrosity, he’s awfully sweet, and with a sweet tooth all the pastries had been purchased by the alien space prince.

Hmph and Stacey judged, but here she was dialing the number of a boy who only liked her butt, but what it’s tough when your lost in the wild with no one to trust. You make assumptions, I can trust him, I can’t trust you. Oh did he blush now I’ll blush too, and in a instant you miss out on a galaxy for a costume. It can cost you I’ve been crossed too.

Here I was morbid lookin forward when I heard him coming. Now I’m the quickest of thinkers but I knew that I couldn’t keep rocking in my rocking chair. Somehow I didn’t care. I had a growler full of beer to share there was fresh lavender in the air and plenty of sun shine to unwind in. Life’s easy I figured I’d remind him, the mayflys were buzzing. Or were they bumbling. My crop had been crumbling in the drought but today clouds wept and I was humbled so i felt fair. Maybe above average. Most days if spent laughing and here he crept over the horizon angry. Carrying two invisible suitcases and muttering something stupid with his nose perched, I couldn’t hear him but I knew he sounded like an idiot and I felt sorry for him, he came to try to sweep me into some religious or political agenda he didn’t really have faith but held stakes in, I wasn’t sure exactly why but he was acting, and this bothered me. The first time I told him no he mentioned something about having no choice and I was devastated. Hey get off my lawn I said I didn’t invite you here you know. but he was Persistent. Insisting insisting insisting, so I said listen how about I break you wrist then. And he grimaced hard on his way out,
Here he was clutching a rifle on my horizon now. But the day was too sweet for me to worry about that right now. I nodded off I figured someone’s probably aware of what he’s doin so they called the cops. Then again probably not. But I was out like a light right when a gunshot awoke me without a second to spare, that gunshot saved my life before a wild boar had pummeled me and one last time come with me, and since he had saved my life I accepted his offer. I owed him that at least among other things so were fluttering back and I realized something he wasn’t real at all. I hadn’t woken from my nap yet

The Benchwarmer Series Pt. 1 By Subtle Keystrokes & Prof. MayFly [Lyrical hip hop w/improv piano]

The Benchwarmer Series Pt. 1 By Subtle Keystrokes & Prof. MayFly [Lyrical hip hop w/improv piano]

Hey everyone!

today i released a full length album on bandcamp. This is the first of many i plan to post to band camp as well as soundcloud. I have made a lot of music since i started messing with garageband back in 9th grade. Nowadays my equipment and software is much more professional. My mixing has improved tenfold and my ideas just keep getting farther and farther from the norm.

This album is a celebration of some of the tracks that got a good response as singles! as well as just some that i needed to have on the album.

Subtle keystrokes & prof. MayFly come together here in an epic way. bringing you vandalicious lyrics and improvised piano.

I hope you’ll take the time to check out my first band camp release of many to come