Dear mother and father, it's unknown to me the nationality you may be
Or the language you may speak
We were the inclusive limbs
That were conjoined by sentiment
in preparation for the impending damages Caused by the rumble and tumble of one mans thoughts
Thoughts that you and I would of deemed beneficial
Were eclipsed by the specter that was the embodiment of his predecessors wish
And to I, the term casualty became the proprietor of my meager existence
But as for you it became a subsidiary but as I was incapable in displaying persistence
As tenacity was what
I extracted from you while flourishing within your vessel
You floated upon seas condemned by famine and war
But you didn't categorize me as a hassle
You the stoic vessel who didn't dispose of there cargo
After succumbing to the thought as "this world crumbles this being flourishes"
And with the emergence of the thought of harnessing a child for all of eternity became evident to you
And with the cycles of seasons
Today a limb, emotions, or even there life will be compromised
So that the comfort of tomorrow could be promised
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021