Rick Rock
A dangerously silly song.
My Art
Visual art
Music
Here are links to some of my published music.
Day 477 no goon
My first release, a 3 song EP intended to put myself out into the world in an effort to overcome my fears of being seen in this way or that way. It is raw. These songs were less made to be enjoyable and more made to encapsulate my self in a state as I am, regardless of if it is enjoyable or not. It contains the songs:
So nice to meet you!
Ships in the light
Yeti Rap
Poetry
Here is some poetry manifested through my hands that I have chosen to show before everyone. Enjoy!
Sigher
Sire, can I tell you a story? There was once a boring. A snoring if you will; An old woman enjoying it fell so ill, She died from straight sillyness Akilies did something similar. Why is he unseen as villanous?
The Optometrist
A vision so great, I couldn’t risk to wait One so majestic it seems like a wretched Thing to do to just blurt it out like it's another one of you Who imagined something more And then left it all behind like an animal behind a closed door I grow worried the same will happen to me So so I write this now with such urgency At present, not bliss, I would be lying and remissed If I were to claim my state were something desirable to any sober miss, or sir Or wherever between the lines blur One last time, I affirm I do see in rhyme, my vision is lo unblurred
I think Korea and Japan should get married. I think the children should get together and have lots of babies I think, quite frankly that this has not been thought of Is apt as a model for why I am tomorrow The question must be asked, why not be left alone? To which the answer is why this plays from phones From far and wide and high and low, Because we are all looking 4 something more
God is a woman I pound on my chest In passion I burn Like a bird in its nest Who has yet to discover the secrets of flight My God, my mother, my friend, my wife My son, you burn, you bring me light You sing with the sound of such delight I shiver and bleakly cover my eyes For I fear you might just make me blind I affirm that I am open I receive your magnum opus I let go of lids that blur my sight I see and I know, I see in rhyme
Too Bird
I see the tool inclined to birds To serve the search inwards in words For birds it seems the world they teem In works in ways of make-believe The nest, the home, the palace in trees Begets a hole, re-leaf, relief The west, a waste in time, for two In u, nixon, tweedle dee, tweedle doo The song it plays so sweet-ly felt They fell in love, and meld and mailed One request for more to fall For in love birds, can’t fly at all