Haven Veritas

Haven Veritas

BandSpoken Word

Now this is a fun one to answer. It sounds like the love child of rain tiptoeing in through your stick propped window narrowly disguised as a voice calling for change mixed with a lover's murmur,....but most people would say it sounds like an opinionated 32 year old has finally found her voice.

Biography


I guess we could go into all the various accolades and accomplishments. Yes, she has featured at some of the most exclusive venues out there. For example, she was the:

*Featured Performer at such prestigious venues as the historic Absinthe Lounge,

*the Featured Performer at the Dallas Poetry Slam alongside HBO Def Poetry Jam's Rock Baby,

*the Featured Performer at the Mochalux open mic night,

*the Featured Performer at Dallas' own MadSwirl;

but the bottom line is this.

~If you have ever wondered what goes on in the mind of a single, glistening dust mote...

~If you have ever made a dare to the Universe...

~If you have ever loved someone so much you wished they had short term memory loss...

~If you have ever run like hell was chasing you...

~If you have ever spent the night on the green grass kissing it better...

~If you have ever wanted someone to give your heart a stutter...

then Haven Veritas is your girl.

Actively performing since 2008, Haven's schedule has been a whirlwind of nightclubs and radio shows. It gave birth to a rabid following of not only poetry aficionados, but other names in the entertainment industry as well. To see what everybody's saying, check out the professional and peer reviews under Press.

Lyrics

"Lonely as I am"

Written By: Haven Veritas

It doesnÕt take a rocket scientist to see youÕre lonely as I am...
leaning there all Glam Rockstar Casual in your tight black t-shirt.

An amused smirk on your high glossed lips makes me think of honeycrisp apples.

I can taste them from over here...
while I lean all Smitten Nonchalant in my bedroom hair & ripped up jeans wondering would you cause a scene...
if I walk over and check to see if reality...
is as sweet as my imagination because

I'd pay a pretty penny for a kaleidoscope dream and spin gleaming quarters out of wishes...

IÕll gather the leftover grains and melt the silvery remains to harness the turbulent slide of my hands while I flow over throbbing sands tasting your break, itÕs time to stop giving, just take. You make me lose...the witty thing I was gonnaÕ say right here.

IÕll whisper in upper case that your face is golden while I run fingertips over each one of your freckles like rosary beads; my supplication to whomever made you decide to crash your sugar river lazy, wind it crazy through me...

so just put your honey where my mouth is and I swear that IÕll make you forget his. Capturing every gasp, honoring the hands tightly grasped around headboard by shattering you into a million suns.

IÕm not saying IÕm ÒThe OneÓ but I would love a rowdy tumble in a cowboy hat and you. I wannaÕ taste the wine running down your chin while your laugh rattles the dust off the moon like some wicked satisfied goddess playing tantric chess.

And this is just a guess, but IÕd bet you want me too because you and I?

Well, we may as well be an 1800's tintype swiped from an antique store...

Unsmiling...

Faded...

Jaded...

Staring at the FLASH of our lives dashing by while surveying our landscape...

so withered...

so parched that we're practically begging for a naked rain dance.

I'll take that chance if you will; you can use my mouth to keep warm.

I hear the lightening calling, my love.

Are you ready to summon the storm?

"Lonely as I Am" 2009, Haven Veritas. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner or the publisher.

"Icarus"

Written By: Haven Veritas

On a cerulean day, Icarus jumped...
flew on through a brilliant sky he thought he knew,
just like I leapt into your arms without a parachute.

Neither of us had any idea what we were in for.

Because you were 18 and I was 19.
Because we thought we'd lose each other and it was frightening.
Because I'd rub your back and sing you to sleep like no one else could ever do.
Because I knew your lucky number was 32
and I could curse in Arabic, French and Spanish because of you.
Because we threw roundhouses at each other till we were black and blue.

Because we'd spend the rest of the night on the green grass kissing it better, gitter' done style and then smile like we could resolve all our problems that way until we were wrinkled someday in creaky hover rocking chairs,
where we would yell at each other only because we were deaf as shit.

Because at least when we heard, "I love you.", we thought we meant it.

Because loneliness blows and everybody knows that 18 plus 19 added together makes 37, which is plenty old enough to settle down and we were sure that the ground
would rend itself open and swallow us before we'd go to bed pissed,
much less list the things we "wouldn't stand for" and cry ourselves to sleep.

Lover, like I just said,
we had the important things covered before they could say,

ÒHey there, Mr. Hot Wheels...remember when you said you wanted to travel the world with a backpack, not a diaper bag?Ó

ÒItÕs true baby girl, remember when you
said that you were going to change the whole world one child at a time?Ó

So...we traded hearts for circles in front of a bunch of strangers, blind to the dangers inherent after a few dates, in marrying your anti-soulmate just because we could fuck like it was a competitive sport.

The bottom line ended up being that you had no endurance and I wasnÕt very flexible,
but both of us were stretched until we broke, like a sick joke practicing an eye for an eye until we were the blind leading the blind...
practically from our start.

It ended 11 years later and IÕm still picking pieces of us out of my heart while I'm running to my children's room
to comfort sons who cannot understand why daddy won't be home soon.

How do you explain to a 6 year old that daddy grabbed his pack, put it on his back and traveled to Cheyenne because being a grown up fucking sucked
and mommy feels guilty because she thinks she lucked out the instant the door closed behind him?

It is so much easier to change you and your brothers one child at a time now that he's gone;

that is hasn't been long and the peace in the house is a living thing since my ring line has started fading...
and I haven't even started dating much less kissed someone in over a year because I have this fear that they'll taste like him
and I won't recognize it until the wax...
is running down...
my wings.

"Icarus"© 2009, Haven Veritas. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner or the publisher.

"George Stephenson's Mother"

Written By: Haven Veritas

I still remember what your thighs look like...
and how IÕd want to bite your stomach because you smell like oranges after I fuck you cross-eyed...
and that...
you hated your "nappy Italian hair", so youÕd shave it close.

I always secretly wished that you would let it grow into this wild fro...
like maybe if you did---that tight control you hid over every detail of your life would just let go and maybe then...
you would let me in....
that maybe we could run away somewhere to live permanently Òin sinÓ...

on a clothing optional, secluded beach where weÕd rock together in the waves with salt water the only barrier between us...
only not the kind of salt water that soaked into my shirt the night I watched you sleep, then kissed you goodbye.

IÕd be lying if I didnÕt say...
IÕve always wondered how you managed to look so damn peaceful...
if you really ever cared while the heart you said we shared was fragmenting into shards so sharp that IÕm sure I almost bled to death on the way to California...

I think my leaving was something of a dare to the Universe, but worse...
Something like, my soul never got the whole...
ÒIf you truly love something, let it go.Ó...
Of course, IÕm older now, so I know...

I mustÕve checked my rear view mirror a badillion times, damning the fact that every car passing by...
blared Pearl Jam.

This is all your fault, you know...
Or at least that was the mantra I whispered against his mouth long ago...
wistfully imagining citrus permeating the air.

I felt like I was having an affair while playing Solitaire the whole time I was with him....

I mustÕve checked the hallway of the church a badillion times, damning the fact that every person passing by...
wasnÕt you.
So I said, ÒI doÓ...
even though I really didnÕt.

And I loved you...
even though I really shouldnÕt.

And I told myself IÕd get over you...
even though I knew a piece of me...
wouldnÕt.

And I desperately hoped IÕd forget the ÒFÓ word...
even though I really couldnÕt...
because unfortunately for me New Years comes every January 1st.
So, IÕll continue to pay for my sin until the gods are completely reimbursed.

All that to say, IÕm happy now with where weÕre at.
I guess I just wanted you to know...
Although you donÕt realize it, you helped me grow past the child I was and into the woman I am...

And...
even though IÕm agnostic, IÕll still grin and pray for the Steelers to win.
And that your wife makes a killer spaghetti...
And that weÕll always be friends and youÕll never forget me.

But IÕll still remember how your scruff would scrape my tongue when I sucked on your bottom lip...
and how you would grip my hair and wrap it around your hands like you could golden rope us together forever...

and how to this day I canÕt hear a train roaring past without re-living how fast you had my back up against your Bronco and my legs around your waist...

& how I could taste myself in your mouth before it was our turn to go...
and I hurried back to my car knowing how fucking grateful I was for country roads and George StephensonÕs mother.

"George Stephenson's Mother"© 2009, Haven Veritas. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner or the publisher.

"Sweet Dreams"

Written By: Haven Veritas

MMM...MMM...MMM...
and every time that song comes on, I'm a thousand miles away hanging on dreamer sway.
Tangled limbs and hitched breath, dying a beautiful death under your hands.

I get so lost in the words that all the world is midnight. All emotion is the feel of the light post digging into my back.

It's an all out attack on our senses.

Add the light scrape of teeth underneath...
my wrist held above my head while light and thunder wed and I'm drowning in sublime.

Makes me want to smile and sob all at the same time.

My only coherent thoughts are that you are a criminal of the worst kind, you stole my mind...
and left me musing.

You love, are my favorite alibi; the firefly dancing over the water and I am merely your reflection.

I'm a genuflection in awe of the sacred act of taking your pulse with my mouth when my lips traveled south scattering kisses that would make Lucifer blush.

If the power of death and life is in the tongue, then you make me a believer.

I am a blissed out over-achiever because you're the north star of wet dreams and darlin'...

I'm finding my way home.

And when you take a slow dive between smooth thighs, I'll whisper spanish lullabies to your secret places after I've kissed them buenos d’as, sunshine.

Mi espa–ol es muy malo, pero....you know you like it.

Shit, I'm going to learn all the important things one should whisper in a lovers ear in every translation so I can love you in every language until your moan is synonymous with my name.

I'll paint you with my tongue until you're the picture of fresh spit game and we'll engage in full contact origami...

my knees bent over your shoulders,
your hair twisted in my fist,
our bodies contorting amidst the rain into some kind of orgasmic art form...

unforgettable...
something that we can take out and run the fingers of our minds over; tracing moans and grinning at sighs when the space between my breath and your body is too distant.

But tonight?

Tonight I'm craving lips I've never tasted.

I'm wasted on a memory I've not yet experienced wishing you would hurry up and find me because all in all, I miss your voice...

and how it has this funny way of slathering itself like the darkest honey all over my skin and melting me in a hot mess of happy....

or it will..

you know...

when I finally hear it someday.

So, although I know it's not yet our time, I'm going to climb to the roof of my house soon to blow a wish to mother moon who will then hand it to the breeze who promised to whisper in your ear that I'm here.

No, you are not alone, and yes... I already love you.

Sweet Dreams

"Sweet Dreams"© 2008, Haven Veritas. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner or the publisher.

"Jerome"

Written By: Haven Veritas

Intro: (Singing Stormy Weather by Harold Arlen & Ted Koehler, first sung by Ethel Waters at the Cotton Club in Harlem in 1933)

She shuffles and sways unsteadily in that room, twirling with a straw broom on ancient legs that have walked miles without shoes at the insistence of the blues.

The music reverberates off the plank walls from over used records that skip in all the right, right, places, places leaving traces of broken dreams floating in the air, like a glistening dust mote's despair.

And over on the wood burning stove is a treasure trove of scent where the bug eyed crawfish boil; amidst the monologue of a lazy fan's spin; the tempo's only spoil.

A squat ceramic kettle, blue as her eyes whistles happily of her praises. Aged bosom heaving, she stirs spicy rue and hickory kindling blazes.

After a pause that seems like a decade's gone by, she speaks up high toward the shingles...

hoping her man and God still intermingle so somehow a door will open in the floor of Heaven and the one her heart still beats for...
can listen...

when she says in the voice of a yellowed parchment paper love letter...
made better by being drizzled with the ocean's tears, then dried over a weathered tombstone cradling a single red rose posed in an amber scotch bottle.

"Sugar, I made your favorite for our anniversary today, and I may be old and withered and gray, but I still recollect how the spindly legged cicadas would serenade us when you skipped pebbles across the pane of my lead glass.

Even though you knew my Daddy would've tried to beat your ass, you still came for me. So, quiet as midnight Mass, I'd sneak down the stairs to follow the tread of your footsteps that flattened the flaxen grass.

And even though we was children, we knew that black and white don't make gray. It makes milk chocolate and tell me who can say milk chocolate ain't sweet."

Her gap toothed grin spreads in her head and she sighs like a celestial choir; like embers of a home set on fire...

reminiscing...

reminiscing like a film reel stuck on repeat his eyes shone with the heat of sincerity when he took her hand and slid that steel band on her finger and didn't even linger for the answer before he grinned and said, "Now let's go make us some babies".

and in that second she practically skinned her knees falling for him.

They ran hand in hand to the orchard under silver draped eve, rough bark, smooth back, smiles curved...
fragrant apples became a decadent bed while ivory stars observed...

and their forte moans caressed their wonder like thunder up against the bashful eyes of the sun.

There was an innocence there, loving in the shadows til mother moon's veil was undone.

For 45 years, she's made this same meal while lovestruck fireflies dance to celebrate life and love in cornfields when all that love was, was chance.

Through stick propped window, rain tiptoes in to moisten the smells of home. She leans on the counter, remembering those days and the taste of her sweet Jerome.

"Jerome"© 2008, Haven Veritas. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner or the publisher.

"Escape Clause"

Written By: Haven Veritas

Intro & Outro: (Singing Fallen by Haven Veritas)

You make it easy to forget
and even easier not to cry.
I'm so scared of could have beens.
Glad I saw through all the lies.

And so I took down all the stars.
I hung em' high up in my room.
I made a constellation to remind me we were doomed.

We are you know.

The ebb and flow of our monotony is insane; a crazy game that I'm much too old for and I'm done.

You've loved me like palms, Sharpi stained from bathroom wall scrawl, and I?

I've been call for a good time...
a vulgar rhyme to laugh at while I swallowed my pride and came to terms with the fact that you were only along for the ride even though I fucking adored you...

like a lover's tree carving and a defiant finger painting in new concrete proclaiming that our relationship is going to last regardless of our past...
regardless of how many times it gets stepped on and dirtied.

At least 30 times just this year I've loved you so much that I wished when you were elderly that you had short term memory loss...

not to be mean...

just so that when you were cranky and cross, we'd be old, but my jokes never would...

and I could listen to your laughter every day, selfishly knowing that I put that smile on your face.

It's such a waste that I'm so lost...
I can't even find myself today and I'm realizing that I never found you to begin with.

My place in your heart was behind a door with a deadbolt and bar far too heavy for me to lift.
My arms are tired, my feet ache and nothing worked...

and even then hope lurked...
like a phantom limb.

I knew you should be there...
but you weren't.

All I have to show for my labors are a few dents and a broken foot I'm scared to death with my every breath that I'll favor the rest of my life while walking with a limp that'll remind me of a golden ring and the only thing I ever gave every piece of myself and still failed.

So, you win.

The steep rise and dramatic fall of our carousel has lost its luster for me...
for us.

Plus, I'm tear rusted hinges.

I don't have anymore give...

And the shimmer I saw?

A mirage...
a momentary heart massage in desperation.

Please! Please, please, please don't stop beating.

It must have been the reflection of passing cars or the blazing stars in my eyes but I'm wiser now.

A child no more, I've learned the rhythm, the pattern and the agony endless circles will cause.

Witness my escape clause as I call Nostalgia's bluff.

I've had enough.

I'll forgive, but forego repeat.
Never doubt my heart again.

For a new spin...
here's me, ending the mind fuck.

You've pushed me too far I've fallen.
Hittin' bottom don't hurt so bad.
I've fallen.

"Escape Clause"© 2008, Haven Veritas. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner or the publisher.

"Hero"

Written By: Haven Veritas

You are the very last drop of an exquisite, full bodied, crimson wine. And itÕs time.

ItÕs time that you know....that like a kiddie book, ÒI love to read you.Ó I love to drag my fingers softly down your soul...Close my eyes, decipher weight, measure substance; your tortured moan is my sustenance.

The cadence of your voice alone guides me home and the butterflies in this stomach fill me with a frenzied brush of downy wings. Mmmmm..you tend to make me think all kinds of irreverent things.

Those petite tumbling wonders dip and soar literally intoxicated on the unspoken promise of your rapid heart beat, which in itself is a feat because when you touch me I can barely stand on my own....two feet that is...

without your palm to the small of my back that is...

and my cheek hard up against the wall...

that is...

Your hot breath stirs sensitized skin, IÕll take you in. And in return for this blissful haze IÕll spill out formal words for days.

While midnightÕs sharp inhale at the impending morn lets fall her ebony gown in foreplay with the sun IÕll grasp calloused hands so tender, your lips part with a secret smile. Our bodies will tell the story that our lips shall not defile.

Because your half-crooked grin makes me dizzy and sears straight to my center. YouÕre like my very own personal satisfaction mentor.

So let me be the voice backed by the dawn that drips unspeakable beauty right on down your awakening sky before sleep start sucking gently on our brains and we lose our how, our where, and our why.

And darling, I am spun, spun, spun like a rogue planet out of orbit, dazed by your brilliance and set alight. I am wound up so tight
that if I were a bit more brave I might say...

I might say...

youÕve given my heart a stutter, branded each and every one of my hidden places with the name that I utter while whispering and whimpering into the shadows of our room.

So baby, baby, letÕs spoon and IÕll tell you about how the smug in your smile begs for the tracing of my tongue, in a while I will light your insides on fire.

I will lift you up higher and higher and higher until finally we glimpse comet glow and I know you are the only man I would follow. The only man who will ever fill this aching hollow with the heart of a hero and the patience of a saint.

"Hero."© 2008, Haven Veritas. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner or the publisher.

"Because, I love you"

Written By: Haven Veritas

I should've run like hell was chasing me...

out of that white dress,out of that maddening delusion,

out of my mind, out of my mind, out of my mind
and into my heart.

And from the start, if I had just ignored my brain,
my fears, my insecurities,
my fumbling, faltering attempts at,

"Mama, need me."

"Daddy, love me."

"Someone...at least see me."...

And for just
one
second,

righteously screeched the voices to a halt

with a resounding,

"SHUT

THE HELL

UP!!!"

maybe...

just maybe...

I'd be lying on your breast right now,
having blissfully damned what society would allow
ear to heart... listening
to the gentle rhythm
of home-home home-home home-home.

But I was afraid...

afraid of how I might have pissed of...God

and how...
they would bluster around like this crazy thunderstorm if I didn't perform
ominous and threatening,
peeling off the freaking walls with their condemnation.

Don't they know that you cannot disown...
what you never owned...
to begin with?

And you and I would love like two middle fingers pointed at the sky.
I'd be high on your taste on my face but instead...

sometimes I could swear this steady hum of whatever could snap and just slap me right onto the floor.I am loving your smile & your stare rips right through me.

Please kiss me...or kill me.

My heart is so sore.

And yes, I remember that car ride...
where us died...
when I told you what they said and what I was doing.

You curled into a ball and rained against my chest and I drove on staring out the window thinking that somebody should plant a highway memorial with fancy ribbons and bears right by mile marker 87 to remember we...

And I need you to forgive me...
because you are the only one who has the ability to dissect my heart like a piranha and fuck me like Madonna...

but more so because yours is the only face I see when I make out with my mirror and I...
will never see clearer than I do through your eyes.

I want another chance almost as much as I love you.

"I love you."...

"I love you."...

I want to dip you in hope, soak you in it until you're saturated...

and then flip you over and do it to your other side like a piece of french toast.

I want you to dream dreams so much bigger than them...
that they pierce through the ozone layer and tap the Universe on the shoulder and...

I want you to create with such passion and intensity that the Creator goes, "Damn...I wish I thought of that"...

and I want to stand at the summit
of the waterfall
of your tears
and swan dive into your pool of compassion until it causes ripples of awareness that push further...
and further out...

until every one and every thing I touch is affected by what I've learned from you.

If I could master time travel,
unravel the past until I arrived back to that sticky day in June as we bumped over steaming asphalt in that 1979 Ford...

I would throw myself in front of the car until...

I come storming out the driver's side door screaming obscenities at...

well..myself at which point I from the future would finally have the courage to say,

"SHUT

THE HELL

UP!!!"

and this time all of me would listen.

and when I from the future goes back,
you and I would pull off onto the shoulder...

you know recovering from that schizophrenic attack?

And you would trace my cheek and I would draw your ring finger into my mouth murmuring,

"You plus me equals forever."...

because never mind what the theys in this world say,

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"Because, I love you."© 2008, Haven Veritas. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner or the publisher.

"The Battle"

Written By: Haven Veritas

See, sometimes, we're born into that secret place between circumstance and shame,
she forgot her name when she entered that world covered in muffled screams.

From the moment their doctor dropped her, she bore wounds and carried them proudly; a badge of her office lived loudly.

Hers was a life un-epic, deferred liability, shirked responsibility and fingers caressing scar tissue picked bloody for dramatic effect.

"Look...would you just look at what they did to me. There's a reason why I am the way I am.", she justifies righteously in a voice quivering just enough to be completely unbelievable.

"Besides it's safer here in the dirt.", she lies to herself and cries to herself while inching along on her belly, hiding from every corner-of-her-eye shadow man while wistful for the heavens.

I should be up there....inhaling clouds and expelling vision...vivid colors and controlled descent....and I would be if it hadn't been for that recent....

Then bloated from gorging on their advice and sympathy; she slept...
until I awakened.

It is in that dream of sky dropping, paradigm popping, mirror revealing selfish motives. It had been a cowards life.

I accept the knife and enter the dark place I've feared with every atom of my being, and all the while a faint pulse echoes in my ear that chants,
"You
must
change."

Cleaving away the old; I am clawing away the layers, mumbling frantic prayers and accepting that I've lost all direction....

and right there in that place where my down is up and gravity loses it's importance...
I find you,
you, velvet flesh and the wings I'd envied.

Could you?...
I mean.. should it?...
Will...will those be mine?

Within about 5 seconds of time I kick away the scrubs entangled at my feet, and rend to fragments the name tag that labeled me "Victim"...

because suddenly everything is clear.

I tilt my face toward Jupiter and scream in defiance,
"I WILL NOT FEAR!!!"
for

I declare war in that ever-increasing battle against my lower self.

Entitlement, you are staying on the shelf.

Flesh against heart, against mind, against soul, what was divided, be whole.

And it's true...I may have been lost in the haze of crossfire, but you listen well.

You can knock me down to the armpit of hell, but I will rise up swinging because my destination has called to me since my first breath.

I spit in the face of death and I refuse to lay here and take this like some sullen puppy.
My will is tasting the destruction of captivity.

Although what you see may have been shattered in battle, all but in the throes of the gruesome death rattle.

I stand on my own two feet and demand that life come forth.

I command the elements from the South to the North and I lick my lips in anticipation when challenging Old Ways to show themselves for the infection they are.

And after meeting them on that field of hope long deferred;
I swear to you that my heart will be the only left beating.

"The Battle"© 2008, Haven Veritas. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the copyright owner or the publisher.

Discography


"Jerome"

"Lonely as I am"

"Because, I love you"

"Hero"

"Escape Clause"

"George Stephenson's Mother"

"Icarus"

"Sweet Dreams"

"The Battle"

Set List


Set List-

"Jerome"

"Lonely as I am"

"Because, I love you"

"Hero"

"Escape Clause"

"George Stephenson's Mother"

"Icarus"

"Sweet Dreams"

"The Battle"

My set is 60-90 minutes long with an optional Q and A session after.