“How long have we been on this rock? Five weeks? Two days? Where are we?” Indeed, how long has our spherical rock been floating endlessly through the void? 4 billion years? 14 billion? Is there any way to truly know when and where we are, when we have next to no point of reference for…
Future’s End is a 2024 independent concept album by Pat Boey. In a sentence, this album is comprised of indie dance songs about the end of the world and the future. How do we go back round the bend? Where do we go when we have seen the end? — An album by Patrick Boeywith…
The few intact bodies are buried in ash, under the scattered remains of their comrades, and perhaps their foes. In this way, at least, they are not alone. But in the end, everybody is ashes. As I look out on the dead landscape of drowning towers and scorched homes, I…
Dear Writers, Battle on. The fight is not lost, for there are still words to murder with, still adjectives to regroup, still metaphors that may turn the tide. Your enemies are just passing fancies, impulses that shoot at you briefly but inevitably fall short. You repel them with a shield of schedules…
an inkling fills me to my capacityyet my capacity is one of a millionand my occurrence one of infinityin a boundless universe wonderland breathes in the light of a lifeless lampdrained by a broken realitythe infidelity of shadowbirthing the blade of endless dreams a sweet silver line: condemned, contemplatingcommiserating the blessedbleeding faith from frail timeyou…
All it takes is one curious scholar summoning one minor moon god and our eyes are opened. What we call sanity is our inability to comprehend the waking worlds. Were we to understand the interwoven fabrics, we would see that—among barren lands of molten tongues undulating in tuneless songs, and black depths full of limbless…
forget all you knowthe red dawn has comethe eclipse forgave the crescent moon swimming, i am swimmingseas of black a leviathan of gargantuan demisecoughs and wracks his frame he loves the rain, this beast, but loathes his aching jointsa snarl as i swim past him rain storm hatred of sun love of…
the train on the tracksthat twist, turn blackflailing metal weeping rustthe old ones left it broke, in the dust infernal storm, do your worstno fear to feed onno dream to bend or break forgotten trays on canister benchesgrazers for the bloodied fuelscrapping, scrounging, defecated bloom the red blight sweeps downrending all that is timeto falsehood,…
Vellichor is a 2021 indie pop EP by songwriter, producer, and composer Patrick Boey. It has 5 songs, each of which draws literary inspiration from well known books or authors. Enchanted by the dewdrops on the pageShall I compare theeTo all lovely days? — Vellichor, an EP by Patrick Boey Vellichor — Lyrics What is…
Tales of the Mosaic is a 2022 indie pop-rock EP from writer, producer, and composer Patrick Boey. It tells its unique, magical story over the duration of 4 distinct pieces or fragments, bookended by an intro and an outro. A mosaic of infinite colours and tilesYou try to assemble some beauty worthwhile — An EP…