[Kurn't Cobain]

There's no silence when I grieve/ there's no progress when I leave/
There's no water left for the seeds/ when I blindly swing my blade and take down the trees/ everything is left broken indeed/ I'm surrounded and trapped by my needs/ let me get clapped for my greed/ survive and grow beauty when I'm wrapped for my bleed/ dispute me when I'm back and I'm free/ roads are preceded with wrath and debris/ violence begets progress/ violence begets safety/ use violence til it's down to one, then erase me/ .......replace me with something beautiful and fate-free/ or drag me .....to a better path when I'm hasty/ drop your shield to the ground and embrace me

[Blake Ambrose]
Let it echo off the halls, the sound of you coming home
Walk together, shortest distance, slow start, unending poem
Corruption baffles the gaskets, the back up overflowing foam
Feedback is coldly ignored, picking up the line, still left me alone
Dial drone, in your mild tone, a pile of tomes and the umbrella drip
I am a two way mirror where you observe and debate your selfishness
In ivy sheets so elegant, I paint in hyperbole, engrave in embellishment
In the sunlight there’s a settlement, a burning bridge between our hearts tenements.

[Evaridae]
Every now and then I stumble on a element
When I make beats sittin in the basement
Let it permeate the basin of the brain stem
Fertile ever since I got from out the mainframe
Still my ego hittin hurdles in the blame game
All my friends feel it too, I’m the same way
It depends on the pattern of the wavelength
pullin at the moon tryina make the earth shake
How the mood in the air make the room change
They all wanna quit the game when the game break
Leaves fallin everyday like my namesake
Co-d’s got my back on some chainmail
Spittin nails at the shadows that I cant shake
Had a vision in the middle of the cattails
Cant fail even when I’m in a tailspin
Kinda rare when we see it in reflection

[Dug]
they're gonna tire of me
entirely, the irony
all that I aspire to be's inspiring
beyond repair and way too much to handle
yeah, it's tiring
if I were me
I'd do something about it
like a rhyme or three
then finally, I believe
my purpose isn't surface
& I'm smiling
the earth is nervous
also it's on fire
I've got some words to purchase
I can barely get up out of bed
but damn, this verse is perfect
rearrange your brain, you see I'm certain I'm a neural surgeon















[Claud Six]
Back from a period of convalescence
Heading out into the world like I’m omnipresent
Yeah my noggin stressing with some awkward questions
Jot the blessings, soak up the phosphorescence
Said I’m fine with the constant guessing
Long as it keeps me from clocking seconds
And the ambiance has got me DASFX-ing
Add a halt to the waltz like “stop the presses”
Like, “Ay”, head into the fray
Whether the impediments are getting in the way
Keep the pessimists at bay
Tuck away the sentiment conveyed
Save it for a temperamental day, when I’m weathering the gray
Tracing the curvatures,
sway to the fall of the twirly birds
I play like the song of a wurlitzer,
and I savor the salt of this dirty earth (yeah)

[Happy Tooth]

Burning down my forest not to spite this family tree.
I just don’t wanna make choices in the shadows of dismantled seeds.
I wanna be honest, but this moment doesn’t call for that.
It gets hard to explain the trauma when we all adapt.
I’m crawling back to try and trust my art’s benefits.
But I keep abruptly choking on all the dust particulates.
Everyone wonders if they’ll carry this disease.
And I’m so scared of the grief, I just stare at the leaves.

[Alex Toast]
I’ve become a certified soul sucker
Internal mean-mugger
I think I temporarily dislocate my inner tree hugger
Dropped the spinning plates when I realized that I’m actually more of a juggler
A lack of indicators is indicating that we’ve become professional strugglers