Writer • Musician
Ren Michael · When I Come Home To You Drum.beat The sound is something of dreams, unusual yet deeply familiar. of something seemingly far but well within. Its like this, I write of the cosmos the music reflecting the land, the city the elements. As I am a force of nature, we are nature All …
I paint fire and in mud. I paint reds and greens and I make love I am the artist in your dreams, far at the end of the street in the dark alleyways and star-lit night scapes. I am in relation with man and nature, the city and the wild. For I am all of …
All is one and One is All
I just had one of the most fantastic breakfasts of my life, and After a good long wait I’m a changeling back on the scene not a moment too soon here with my people, this Saturday morning through the early afternoon sipping my coffee late in October, for Halloween’s a-coming and the air is cool …
The only sin I ever committed was stepping away from who I am as if it was ever necessary in order to love others. We create, express who we are and meet at the overlap The courtyard we call democracy jazz love. -- The world’s customs and perspectives are changing, the resistance to it is …
Words & Music by Ren Michael I need a good friend Who goes on more than instinct Though when you show me the source Don’t pretend not to blink You claim to report But now you tell me what to think I’m over it man I’m here the brink I’ll see you at home I’ll …
This is the first song that I recorded, chopped and produced on my own, the first that I had fully ready to go even before the debut album, However, at the time, it didn’t quite fit with the rest of the songs on deck, and I was more keen on releasing a full album …
typing late at night the halls are silent kitchen’s quiet, all I hear is the tapping of the keys the low hum of the fridge and the sound of the lonesome rider driving in the night, as ever down Normandie I hear him the lone rider he’s outside my window waiting not quite lonely, no …
Yea I’m grateful to breathe at the least, and hey I've got my lady with me as she calls out rigatoni, time to eat it’s you and me, baby with our pup Sunny and a box of kleenex I’m grateful for you for our friends and our family and like I say thankful just to …
Lyrics by Ren Michael I want to send you my love I want to tell you I’m proud I want to hear your voice, son I want you with me now You over my shoulders Your young hand in mine As you stand next to me As I know you’re alive I can’t find the …
There is a feeling I get Watching this show Villagers in the wasteland Villagers out in the forests of our escaping Here we are When we learn to let go Of our obsessions Our desires, our possessions Our mental discussions And simply enjoy the quiet The waves on the beach The whisper of the wind …
People passerby in the afternoon sun twin palms at my side I don't worry none, no I'm sittin' on top of the world. drinking my piñon as the harmonica plays, the other day I didn't know my own name but I see now the reflection, as I read the buried poems of a 60-year old …
once I was wanting to accumulate (just) stacks of papers and notes as I busied myself with more writing and creating and letting the stacks of papers grow like towers & skyscrapers in a white city as I busied myself like Hephaestus deep in the fiery trenches grinding out work after work But now you …
It's easy to lose yourself in the desert. When you abandon the basics, the building blocks of navigation laid down by generations before--like following the sun, where it rises and sets--then it becomes easy to lose your sense of direction too. When you've lost your sense of direction, along with sense of self, neither way …
Oh moon Home to seven trembling faces Nameless, blank expressions Your face, the friendliest I’ve known Oh moon Home to my heart and soul Your soft glow Carries me ‘cross the night Though I tremble by thy naked hand Oh moon Stranger to the angels and to blues sparrows flying like arrows in silhouette across …
Lyrics by Ren Michael Copyright © 2017 Well the Devil poured whiskey down upon my grave He spoke as he smiled, rise young child, it’s a brand new-day As I rose from way down under, he laughed and waved goodbye Old souls like you and I young blood, you know we never die Well a …
Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael Nothing satisfies these eyes of mine As I stare into the night. Thoughts fade away and spirits are bent, All is bleak and deceit is the night, As I search for you And all I see is hollow pine And I think of you Think we'll meet again, somewhere, …
Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael On the southern streets of the Delta May They hum a tune of old, stone-cold eyes through the day, Yea, I'm the Man in Black I sing an old shaman's song Oe'r dust upon glass for the long awaiting dawn. And as fallen rain shines 'neath the quarter noon …
Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael When I see your lover, baby When I see your man You know I'll never go under, honey Some day you'll understand That I'm your boy Not your toy I walk both day and night To even the score More and more I can't get you out of my …
Ren Michael 