MOON BEAMS EAT SKULLS

Look at her. 

Standing so royal in her slant and glowing in her gaze.  

 stare at her for days

Now for eternities she appears at dusk.

Sometimes full of surprises 

Sometimes so new she falls absent of the eyes.

Still.. 

She is always there.

In the wrinkles and craters of her skin she gathers dust in comforting blankets.

Why is it that when I watch her it is as if the whole world fell backwards and the skies and stars were my trees?

This magic pearl 

pulling inwards... 

go. 

Definite are the seas In her arrival. Not a chance the oceans could miss her. 

Sometimes on a clear night  her reflection is seen in a dream. 

Truly a sight to see

To dream 

Watching the planets from so far away

Turning the waters blue

Churning the marbles.

Each plate a puzzle. 

Perspective towards the sun 

The dragons distant in the horizon

Spell fortune 

 

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EONS

Miami based Indie/electro-pop duo 
"EONS" release new single! 

 DESTINY (clicktolisten)will transport you through time & space with its tropical blend of 80's inspired synths and catchy Melodies. The 2 members of EONS (Johnny Deezal & Mattew Gossman) have been collaborating on new music and electrifying crowds playing in several of south florida's premiere music venues such as Vagabond, Bardot, Grand Central, etc.. You can see them live @ THE STAGE on Saturday August 31st with BeatmachineS

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Unusually incredible and star rocketing genius 

SOUND LIKE MICHAEL

By W.G

So I met a wet spider in the inner city

Said she was taller than the Eiffel sometimes,

Said she could see into the future

Not too far but enough to know;

Enough to sound like Michael,

Sound like Caesar and all his Maxim Fs.

See I dream of Janet Leigh

Life of an over eager underachiever,

Poetry's Hitchcock, since Big Pop departed,

Unfortunately stuck three centuries ago,

Head lost in the Emerald Isles

When Indians played lacrosse probably,

And mothers sorta slept,

And as my ex wife can attest,

Men still grow like ingrown hairs,

When you and I escaped to the best coast,

To Santa Barbara, and all it's golden hair

But back in New York was hip-hop and hamburgers-

A wasted Fall in that glass building,

You were looking forward to the Winter though,

When you knew your father would die,

When Nixon would rise from the dead and 

I could spend a week with mansions and pills,

Brain Jackson Pollack forever,

A hot sun and the almighty dollar.

Maybe he's not all there they said

Maybe she's lying dead in that ditch for a reason.

But you were a cold brown fox,

Honestly,

When you laid out on my bedroom floor

It was the happiest moment of my whole life.

So as young lovebirds we moved to the suburbs

Decided to partake in the Long Island ghost stories,

Enter houses in the fog and rain,

The rest deemed off camera.

And heart of diamonds, no time for

Fleece-lined monogamy,

Blood splattered on cotton

William Jennings Bryan rolling around down there,

And plagued deep down with violins

and mandolins,

In the Deep South

Winter's curse, don't you know?

Can deal with a little spillage,

Memories of ivory as darkness settles on the brave Atlantic;

World's atlas slowly catching up,

Maybe they're all dead for a reason.

Ms. Wolfe 7.13.13

Laying in this coffin of a bed I notice the moving shadows on my bedroom walls.

Alive as the night the windows reveal the moving life that exists beyond these corridors.

I lay dead in this bed. Free of friendly fires. 

I feel relieved that even if just for this evening I make my grave and gaze over these glorious shadows.

The ominous shadows.

Filled with distant light.

I follow them until their disappearance.

All through this night.

Like me they move quick and reside into space.

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I LOVE YOU

In all the hours and days of my life... Throughout all of the moments - the ones that I would rather leave alone and the most miserable ones, I can truly say the happiest I have been were the moments we spent happiest together.

 In between what seems forgotten I find comfort in knowing he is still around.

 As if a loving ghost lurks within my mind. What I hold still is a connection that lives.

 A deep, spiritual, longing for life with him.

 My voice stays quiet but my strength at times weakens when the memories of us almost seem to wrestle my wishes.

 I know he chooses to be absent and that I respect with all my heart.

 Just have hallow hopes that he never forgets that connection that still lives. He is my love. My true and first love. 

I will always hold dear in my heart. 

To move on is an action. 

To find peace At least for my soul. 

Time thickens and days go by. We grow.

 Silence becomes more comforting.

 I do still have good days. 

Thankfully more often than not.  

I face the clock. 

I face the absence. 

I live and still.

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because you say you are a hipster
you are not a hipster
you are a hipster
modifying clothes
drinking PBR
feeding cats
recycling
hanging out with fashion famous people
Burning down an art school
hanging out in the smokers lounge
not lending your lighter
the tightest pants you could ever wear
sea pink mermaid
life size mirror or else it's compact
snap shot of my prickling brain
random tattoos
tramp stamps
blue lipstick
pyramid shapes
third eye blind
chinese astrology
a spineless mind to match a spineless book
Gemini dragons
Moon babies born through the spirit of sound
Beavis and Butthead on rewind.
Dawson's Creek retreats
Let's go to Starbucks with my gift card
floating bookshelves of unread books
beards bitches and bubbles
withering petals from flowers
insecurities and obscurities
us

GROCERY LIST

RATS with WINGS
Birds with fins
watch blindly
space flight
transit wear
stitched statues
machine angels

UP

Oh the hours of the night
how they roar all through the night.
A victim of their awful snare,
they keep me up all through their night.
Hours, hours, horrid hours, 
creeping up amongst the flowers.
In their beds I rest awake,
Good riddance dear
I'll find a wink.

PLATH BATH

DON'T TELL GRANDPA

4LAW

I found my ring I found my ring.

 As any other might call a sting.

 I lost the ring. 

It must have walked on off. 

Where is my ring?. I miss it... I

f I don't find it I might die. 

Or better yet whither away.

 Slowly and significantly decaying in time. A softer time. Stop. Stop again.

 Stop them. Sit still. Stop and listen. A sweet sensation of a thankful intention. 

note worthy. For the Gods and the Sun and.... well of course the Moon. 

Wizards.

Mermaids.

Germs.

my ring.

TRESLAW

I want to be a spectator from the inside of a guitar.
 The vibration from the chords demands to be amazing.
 It all makes sense in a musically inclined line segment.
 Floating into the reflection of a bubble in a house of mirrors where every distorted facade is made relaxed.
 The real deal.
Every story beyond measures.
 A circular extreme super future.
 A note to be remembered.
Seeing red, whites  and blue but orange and browns are further.
An edgy, harmonic sense through the league of astral dimension.
The chords greet at first meeting.
Possibilities rise.
A twinkle a twang from the insane make those who live
on the outside sane,
To the root of the fruit the sky was seized.
A lullaby to a love tie.
Increasingly vibrant those plastic tombs of reason.
Find yourself in a spot transformed in endless, wilderness moss.
A taste of flavor.
Grooved levels.
Caving in.

DOSLAW

Dreams of....


Floating over city spaces...
Simple owls are children of the forest.
Drowning and living through waves.
Surviving a quick sand storm.
I am the spider man of virtual territories.
A sinking ship and cyclones inhibiting in a mansion with infinite floors of chaos in each room.
Next time ill turn into a swimming unicorn! Better known as the Narwhal.
Or turn into the mermaid of the sea. A shape of a sound. The earth swallowing and regurgitating back to life.
 Bloody elk horns reside throughout the corridors of my mind.
Static precision through blossoming flowers.
Sweet the blood of head sits.

UNOLAW

Ok so I am looking through your bedroom window and I think I might've seen something that I shouldn't have.
Talking about Man and God and Law.
 Wires through our brains.
 Structured dreams made to formulate.
My jaw is locked and my bones can barely breath.
I'm back in the 1940's for a bit.

The aurora borealis is the bruise of our planets.

Ship of a hip skip American.
HiddiouS hiddiouS dream.
Whispers going down stream.
What is this joy I feel?
It is a steal.
My voice thunderous like the Gods.
My temper rises as I contemplate this prose.
 Clock tick and the old flashing neon lights flicker.

"TRENDS"

Eden

Bright colors and 3D rendered patterns encompass a vibrant reflection of an individualistic sense of style. With Eden, the more the merrier. Studs, patches and excessive jewelry bring to life a raging scream. Combining mystical symbols and ancient imagery, one is almost forced to give a second thought to what this otherworldly trend really means. The perfect concentration of a psychedelic voodoo.

Rational

Having reason or understanding; relating to, based on, or agreeable to reason. The equation is always formulated in a precise manner. Linear patterns and basic geometric forms take on new silhouettes. Minimal lines and structured shapes are typically what you would find in the world of "Rational"

Real 

Call it an augmented reality where dreams really do come true. An opportunity to create visions through the yearning for happiness. Influenced by the human urge for instant gratification, social networks such as Instagram and Cinemagram pave the way to this so called "enhanced perspective". Saturated bliss is literally at the tip of our fingers. The "art" of conjuring happiness and capturing a moment. The portrayal of a free spirited ora. Earthy tones, honest approaches, and washed out photographs come together, creating a universe filled with nostalgic memories. A life only a dream could depict.

Creed

A futuristic present past. An outlet for those in search of silence and serenity. Where moons and galaxies conjure, reminding us there is more to life than what meets the eye. Colors revolve around the enchantment of the ocean and the surrounding life that inhibits it. There is a higher calling which joins us together creating a higher awareness. Organic shapes, rich colors, and altered projections essentially challenge the individual to look upwards and within. 

12:09 AM

Save me the time you selfish fool.
Absorbed in all of your own blood, delicately you pretend to live. 
Awfully timid and oblivious you may seem,
If they only knew!
Haven't you had enough?
An image of your distinct figure lurking amongst the hours.
Won't you save me the time?
For your own good, rid yourself from that which you can not swallow. 

entertain myself

I'll have my limo driver pick you up at half past twelve and bring you to where I am. We can discuss finer subjects and delight over some sweet wine. I'll make sure to pick the best spot between the stars for you tonight.

COMING SOON: "THE LOST CAT" BY L.A.W.