Rarity of rain

My Dearest.
You sit so peaceful and secure. 
Wicker burning with flames as this rain drips following its own oath. 
You glisten in silence filled with sensation and glory. 
Ideas of inspiration and clownful smiles meet my mask with your crystalline pivots. 
Spinning round and round. 
The point when the rain meets the flames and this ever so shining diamond. 
The rain. 
It quivers my blood. 
I shake in excitement.
Awakening I stand from my coffin wholesome and sweet as the rain grew emotion. 
Covering my skin the storm roared with it's power. 
The rain no longer drips but pours and I am happily drowning. 
Slender trees danced in toxic shock. 
Finally I sit with the rain. Rain swimming around me. 
Together with the rain. 
Alone with the rain. 
Must be a gift oh this rain.
Echoes Crept through the winds. 
Was it the wind whom helped hail this rarity of rain?
Forever shaping seas and carving diamonds.
I weep in your glorious mystery. 

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 

 

D.J BEN WASH REVEALED

WASHED OUT IN L.A

BRAHMIN RECORDS PRODUCTION

PHOTOGRAPHY BY: CASINO NELSON

ART DIRECTION AND WARDROBE STYLING BY: LAUREN ANN WOLFE

BEN WASH

EDM DJ AND EXTRAORDINAIRE 

GIVE HIM A GANDER RIGHT HERE!

BEN WASH FACEBOOK

BEN WASH SOUNDCLOUD

WE LOVE BEN AND YOU SHOULD TOO!

<3

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

Can't miss them!

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.

LAW FUTURE FASHION | EXHIBIT II. X TROPICULT FEATURE

L.A.W.

HUNGRY PIGEONS GATHER

A TRIBUTE.

DAVID LYNCH HEADS

EDWARD SNOWDEN HEAD

 PATTI SMITH HEAD

QUEEN ELIZABETH HEAD 

CHLOE SEVIGNY HEAD

 GRIMES HEAD

SKRILLEX HEAD

HELENA AND TIM HEADS

Please help support by following LAWFASHIONHOUSE 
 Instagram @Ladyfinger1213
Like our Facebook page @ https://www.facebook.com/LaurenAnnWolfe?ref=hl

STAY TUNED FOR THE UPCOMING LAUNCH OF OUR ONLINE BOUTIQUE


LAURENANNWOLFE.COM 

Think Twice. Cut Once