my slow steady breath buried like death beneath the song's vibrations and inspirations away from all this place and my shoelace a sea parts in my path i see all none, only black cloaked wrath yet in this skyless night gleams down…

old, new

clocks tick blasphemy, duel intent only sun, only moon inherit a moment's trust- tether my spirit's fog to the present halt infinity, mute old tunes damn the cosmos if I must phantoms of light, too old to repent undead galactic projections…

Instrumental

Instrumental

All I ask of you is . . . everything. The song is part of the soundtrack from my book, "PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings," which can be found here: http://bit.ly/Pronoia Credits…

my slow steady breath buried like death beneath the song's vibrations and inspirations away from all this place and my shoelace a sea parts in my path i see all none, only black cloaked wrath yet in this skyless night gleams down through…

outside a car door slammed no engine followed or preceded how long has the machine sat idle? how long till its metal parts the air? a madman in the neighborhood or a neighbor in my madman mind? only streetlights know for sure the haunted…

BY REV.KENT JACOB

god bless alonetone

This is the wish of every traveling musician who has a loved one at home.