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Written by: Ash Wednesday

​I can't wait for things to slow 
Took on too much work
Still have the lawn to mow
Boy oh boy does moving have it's perks

The quiet and the grounding 
The silence does nothing 
But sit there still you
Can hear something else, seeing things that Deja Vu 

Sink yourself down into the center of the earth 
I hear the inner people calling 
Damn you look so good 
For dealing with all the low vibrations and the filth

We are the earth angels 
Eyes round as can be 
When we walk out in public ( which is rare) 
People often stop and stare and tell us random things

​I am so happy being nobody here. 
Blended and melted not a thoughtful fear 
A learned behavior a coping trait 
I am so happy hidden here, nothing to do but create 

Come focus on your breathing exercises
Come on take your feet and plant them in the earth 
Notice the patterns of your fingernails
Don't forget to show them what you're worth 

​ Vegetation will one day cover Vegas
 I can see it now the trees covering the desert like an oasis
 We're gambling with time and soil
 I am looking forward to someone who is actually loyal. 

To build on itself seems silly 
But I feel myself building too close to the shore 
The waves keep eroding my plans you see 
I am starting to get fed up and bored 

I am going back on this Terrain
Chasing the same old cycles is always a pain 
Reconsidering the old patterns
I am trying to justify living everyday if that matters 

Worked this area into exhaustion 
The city is on some pretty borrowed time 
I would trade all the yelling, death, and sadness 
For wicked wicker and some grass with a view 

A window to look at on a rainy day 
And some coffee 
That absolutely is true 
But what I think I have been jonesing the most for after all 

Was for something a bit different
I didn't know what it was at all 
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You were put here for a reason 

​I can't wait to discover what that is 
There has to be a rhyme and a reason. 
Next week fine Fire Walk With Me 
The last time wasn't satisfying next time we should go meet under an Ash Tree. 


Ash Wednesday 

​Ash KetchemJun 19, 2023, 10:30 PM (2 days ago)
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"Air Waves"
Written by: Ash Wednesday 


Cool and breezy
Hard to pin down 
Falling on deaf ears
All with no sound 

But will sting your eyes 
And is quick to withdraw
I am hoping for something 
I know I cannot hold on 

With the heat in the 100s 
I am seeking you often 
Under shady trees 
The world has long forgotten

The carbon version of you can be 
Hella twisted 
But that's the Gemini placements
In charts of the wicked 

​The worst Libra
Who strives for balance 
But is anything but 
I am not going to say it out loud 
But you're kinda a dick and a slut

Aquarius you make for the worst father's 
I joke but why should I bother 
Raised by two air parents
Is like raising yourself 

Voluntarily orphaning myself 
I could never be. Your perfect little girl 
Calm cool and collective
On the surface, oh absolutely sure

But a deeper dive into your molecular structure
And my goodness how you make my hair curl. 
Your flighty and fickle
Jealousy and unjust

If it wasn't for your intellect 
And your second nature to project 
All your problems into other people 
Are you tired of stalking me like a segall? 

Cooled off have you, your moods how they swing 
A change in the weather can set off many things
Your quality is in question
Your making me choke

And not the kinky kind you know I like. 
All I wanted was to go on a hike. 

​Air Waves. 
Hi how are you is this thing on? 
This transistor radio is from the 80s 
Not sure what's wrong? 
Can you hear me through all this static 
I am like you, you know: 
simply devine and nomadic. 

All up in the air 
Aired out all that could be 
A former Catholic always finds it cathartic to breathe
Out in one sentence a conscious so streaming

I am tired of this alone awful feeling 
Eyes glued to the ceiling
Heart reluctantly stilk beating
I am waiting for my veins to dry up and the blood to stop secreting. 

Running through my hair 
Hands on my neck 
A warm air surrounds me
It's a feeling that's hard to forget

And when your there you're present
Then gone in a flash 
You're something else something I tried so hard to hold. 
But everything was enveloped in derailment and smoke.

- Ash Wednesday 

​Wade
Written by: Ash Wednesday 

I want someone to wade in the water
( With me, but is really just an Us) 
To see more than just a shredded version 
A condensed sea
A masked version 
I always inappropriately seem to bring my snorkel 

​Ready to wade into the waters with you 
The blackwater. 
The swamp 
The shitty stuff 
The stuff that nobody wants
I want that.
I want that dishwater 
Grimy fucking grainy residue
The kind you hide from everyone else. 

I want communication to flow like the past few rainwaters 
It's always raining here
And despite the recent air quality

We have never needed rain to start anew like this before
I want to swallow you (again) 
And let things flow like water 
Instead I have never felt more rotter

​Invasive and will wake you up like cold water 
I am the water 
That you need to drink 
To wake up your last memories
And own up to your karmic mistakes 
I am the water
The blackest within.
Twisting and adapting 
And inserting myself where I am not welcomed in. 

I want someone to wade in the water 
Holding my hand 
So I am not staring back into the abyss alone. 
Quietly silently stalking me like the water. 

- Ash Wednesday ​

​Wytch Haus
Written By: Ash Wednesday 

​Strange knocks. 
Cold spots. 
Is this the paranormal? 
Who the fuck is that floating in my parking lot? 

The cat keeps meowing
He never used to do that in the old place. 
Was this a good financial move, Ash? 
Or was this a giant fucking mistake? 

So ya moved into a haunted farmhouse
Alone, but not in the slightest in the least.
The lights, and the music are always playing when you get home from work.
It's a vibe check is this you're housing a party for just the deceased. 

​Your glass bottles shatter at random
fetal pig juice soaking your office floor
Bet you didn't think this would happen within the first week? ( I know I am not gonna get bored) 
Don't even get me started on the upper deck fan door. 

It blows open apparently
Wide open all are invited in. 
So you bought yourself a Wytches Haus
There is still a lot to unpack still, we are looking for our twin. 

The cellar, the sealed off basement
I've heard it all before 
Because I am a fucking horror junkie 
No need to ever leave the house, too much to explore

Explain the unexplainable
Go ahead I'll wait
Explain the unexplainable
I am just trying to find my Tate. 

Mumbles in the walls
I hear them in my sleep 
Congratulations you found them 
Staring into the dark abyss at 3 am 
( We are all freaks and creeps) 

So you moved into the Wytches Haus 
Oh Where oh where are those famous chicken feet?  
That whole Baba however you pronounce. 
If you need me I'll be close by discreetly eating beets. 

Everything is eery here 
Nobody bothers you it's really weird 
Am I just to used to city life? 
Its funny I feel like I've been called to this place 
I am very much a cosmic volunteer. 

- Ash Wednesday