They Go In Search Of Music!

frosty frosters
the morning dove is hiding
the racoon is biding
it's time
claws on pavement
the wind from a racing truck
rustles fur
still thick to impress winter
many stories withdrawn
till the real spring rounds that bend










01 Hora Lautareasca by Cinder Conk

So it's Cinder Conk again...so what??!! these guyz are tha shit! rock out! We hear they are starting a death metal side project. 

You Want to Know the Music?

inspiration from afar
the crow flies
and the seagull cries
chicka dee dee dee in the grass
gentle robin home at last
deer with tail white
like the crusted snow
slowly melting
on the roadside
soon hot blazes
the kind that sap water from
hair line cracks
in skin and street
they will touch our faces
and we'll be ready for winter again

02 Djodjo by Cinder Conk

So yeah who doesn't want to wake up to some bangin' accordion crashin' beat thrashin' musica? Hold in your brain matter and steady you heart.
ladies and gentlemen I give to you, Cinder Conk!

A Beautiful Thing Indeed

Glass eyed cat
peering through the veil
other side over ride
the tune takes a turn
goes dark then up
one single star in the night
steady heart beat breeze
slips between fingers
turns light then down
vertical Mobius
keep walking

The Music May Come From Afar

Inspiration
takes forms
sometimes
unexpected
a smudge
of shit
on the cement floor
may lead way
to masterpieces
of inconceivable beauty







Wabbit (Fuddstep with Lazers) CHECK DESCRIPTION 4 DOWNLOAD by Misshin

Straight from Christchurch New Zealand, proof that with great tragedy comes limitless inspiration. If we so choose to take that energy and switch it, the darkest of times holds no sway over our ability to bounce back, slap tha paint onto the canvas, and laugh into the gloom.

There is No Music

Like a riddle unsolved
or a mystery left without being finished
up on the shelf
spiders they make new homes
between mildewed pages
webs of recognition woven in silence
connecting words of truth from
sentence to punctuation
phrases that tell so little
but explain all








Light's Dancing On A Magical Teapot by Goblynn
"The music stopped, and then she died" 

Users Guide: The Apocalypse

 

Tip # 009

Seppuku...

Better than Un-dead

Owl, Coyote ,Tiny Whisk

Dust Un-settled
in the streets at night

with warm breeze
come the stinging clouds

saturating sanity
masticating vanity

mirror face decimate
piles of punctual grime
rounding the corner
slashing open faced
at just the right time
on the exhale

See How High You Can Jump

Kik Kat crackle spat
woodsmoke sauteed clothing

the past moves fast
when the brain refrains
from exaggerated reflection

the food is good
when the heart is smart
and improvises perfection

the wine is fine
when the smile has guile
excluding no collection

You Hold the Music in Your Hands

Sometimes there are voices
that snuggle into our brains
they are there when we sleep
return when we wake
as months go on
their pure tones ring
in some reminiscent place
that space
that can still feel the sunlight
still smell the skin
and feel the soft touch of
forehead to forehead
chlorophyll capsules
burst into life
the warmest of breezes
flows into the night 

Find more artists like 1000 mile booty call at Myspace Music

A voice that urges you to stand upon the widows walk, waiting for loves to return, from turbulent seas. It promises of summers heat and acoustic reverberations. Sangria in the grass, dandelion dreamers, fresh water screamers. love love love. Jo Cosgrove = heroine

Umbilical Regeneration

A wake of memories
streched out behind for
so many years
the cavorting and tears
realization of fears
things that are drawn close
materials
microscopic moments
seemingly medicore
but under the lens
they shine
a brilliant light
through a drop of rain
beading on a sleeve
lies a laugh
then a
wrinkle in the eye
crunch of ketchup frie
prism of scenes
hills and streams
waves crashing
sand in toes
smiles
these are yours
these are you

                                                                                            Drinks in Front of Fires

Wreath Burning Ritual

farewell to you
lady of winter
the train of your dress
still slides over
moss and pine needle
as you retreat into the woods
to walk in loneliness
until spirits of the North return
the rabbits coat can still be seen
a tribute to your beauty
birds, no longer under threat
of popsicle induction
land softly
their song mourns your passing
yet welcomes in The New

The Search for Music is More Precious Than Its Possesion

where has all the time gone?
the moons largest face
perigee reflecting blinding light
back to apogee the calm after storm
looking for everything
trying to hope for nothing
celestial harbingers
work with their medium
stars, planets, moon, water
hearts and souls
they all experience ebb and flow
cover-ups and deceptions
listen to the signs
get with the times
childhood has past
so it's time to act fast
arm yourself
with strength and acceptance
know that change is imminent
and do not be discouraged  
the most simple of phrases
everything
is really going to be
alright

Find more artists like Meghan Yates at Myspace Music 

This woman is awesome, you can find her performing and Slainte in Portland every week.  Great voice, and one beautiful personality.

Twenty-Six Merry Pranksters Walk Past

The gorgons with their writhing hair
laugh into the eye of the seeing stone
the darkness they embody
can not touch the pure ringing
of absolute joy
to have such beauty in life
to have life!
existence
a cliche blessing so often overlooked
too much focus directed towards
what is missing
instead of that which is here
in the old brain pan
housed by the chest and flesh
a steady thumping
from East to West
may you be happy
may you be healthy
may you live with ease.

The Music Comes Out When You Are Drunk

Obligation to make the days good
to make the days perfect
each morning emerging from the dark depths of night
when one of significance approaches
so do the anxieties
the indecision
remember to cruise the wave
look up at the sky
feel the water and the air in your face and hair
do not think about the rocks below
or of your fingernail
just enjoy the ride
and smile


A little traditional Irish folk jig to get this day going, Happy St. Paddies y'all! This band is from maine
http://killaceiliband.com/Jigs.mp3


http://killaceiliband.com/bio.html

Now You Know The Music

Many balls of light
many strings attached the source
they grow forward
self generating forms
spinning twitching
to the beat of existence
marching down the shores of consciousness
with confusion and fear
the void layed out
before the feet of a wanderer
stop
listen to the sounds
if all of us are lost
then we are all found


Now You Know by Goblynn

Goblynn's new music, birthed from the woes of the world and hope that is inherent in all of us.
Check it out!

Users Guide: The Apocalypse

Tip # 001
The rules no longer apply, keep this in mind at all times.


note: Righteous air guitar zombie annihilation?...man...the end of the world ain't that bad.

The Music is Not for All Men; But Only For Those Who Seek It

Travelers walk by the light of day
others breach the horizon line
with star shine on their backs
inky oil blackness flecked with spots
crystal pinpoints beaming outward
some hole melted into epidermis
pore portals
three eyes fall into that unknown realm
drawn by the future pushed by the present
brightness dims
a look to the right confirms
back with the family you have never met
those who can only be found within




Visitors From Earth by Goblynn

The Catalystic Species

little feet tiny hands
shaping, forming, throwing
another lighter hits the rubbish bin
the Golden Eagle feasts
on buckshot ridden flesh
wings that span the circumfrence of the globe
geese return to land on still waters
the surface reveals no evidence
of any such turmoil that may exist
on the ocean floor
tin can bed pans and a rusty model T
relics of a race that once dominated
now those who remain
laugh into the darkness holding their bellies
giving back
plant the seed
nourish both flower and weed
ears to the ground
listen to the future grow

Users Guide: The Apocalypse

         Monday Dessert Special:  Death By Opossum
pen and ink
Attack Opposums

Peace if Possible; Music at All Costs

Then there was the sun

that came out from the mud

sidewalks damp
with winters dirty defecations
a cannoli fight
and busted wine bottles
falling to the tiled floor
silent screams
for more more more
trees, faces, hands, and rocks
buildings or beaches
doorways or flocks
so much to want
too much to receive

Find more artists like diskJokke at Myspace Music 

Music from cold climates has a way of reflecting the solitude and stillness of these regions.  Like swimming under the ice, these tunes could bring you into that reverse frostbitten landscape without one having to suffer any hypothermic consequences.

Matta - Release The Freq from Kim Holm on Vimeo.

Just way to cool to not be part of Final Haven.

Music Comes in Many Forms

branacle encrusted baleen
and
barometric bereavements
up down up
the crest of the wave
breaking over the rock pebble sand
garden dooryard rooftop
finger tips reach to the sky
supporting balls of clay
pressing spinning whirling
a light in the north
approaching encroaching





Dark Kung Fu (Shadow Bass Mix) by psycache

The Musics Only Enemy is a Closed Mind

Wake up and smell the sounds
that morning tune
that we all must hear
each does choose
how they want to start their day
with mellow attitude
or that punk quazi rage
decide upon the path
follow it with no regret
open eyes and ears
to who you are





Nimble Thimble by Goblynn

Music, the most important meal of the day, Ben Turner fully FDA approved, and ready to set your energy in motion for the next 24 hours.

Frost Heaves Begone

The times that rhyme
first mourning dove
flutters overhead
oh sweet harbinger of spring
with your melancholy notes
nestling with such supple grace
into cochlear canals
olfactory anticipation
for
sea pickle pea shoots
and
tender fresh basin mussels
the flavors of warmth and sunshine
soon upon our tongues shall be

Metamorphic Phenocrysts

One walks along the rocky shoreline
looking out to a horizon
that could be from 1000 years ago
slap tapping of liquefied salinity
granite percussion
stone that finds its home on many city streets
or draped around some soft white wrist
there are whole stories and eras compressed
within its cool and silent forms
sonnets encrypted into that flecked surface
tiny treasures play hide and seek
no release in sight pending chisel and hammer
the artists mind changes its way
resurrecting it into shape and function
yet it carries its home wherever it may rest
the sounds of sea birds
the sweet smell of spruce and moss
giggles from the full lips of selkie folk
one has but to touch the surface
to see and feel

Users Guide: The Apocalypse

Tip # 45

Each being serves a purpose.
Leave the fighting to those who revel in it, and are not afraid to be alone.
Let the others support from the home front.

Call It The Music

Mostly waiting
always anticipating
sunshine sunset
crows in the sea
fish riding airways
like the dreams
that slide through
thin veils of reality
so does the soul
carry with it things
to treat the brain
Popsicle ant farms
sticky sweet sustenance
sleep on a shingle
wait for the answer
 
Not A Passenger by Todd Dadaleares

Portland artist kinda fun, no?

Play On Birds

stealthily beating wings glide under the atmosphere
paw prints mimic cloud formation
Nimbus
the woman who whispers into the ears of sleepers
stands firmly at the gates
guarding the souls sounds, under lock, chain, bolt
she lets those cross who would bear the toll
branded memories that crowd the heart
make it glow
secrets rest beyond the plains
and under deep waters
luminescent pearl opals
thoughts and inspiration
the eyes, they see
expansion of the heart
acceptance of all
rest

Users Guide: The Apocalypse

Dis-Integrate
Thy         
Enemy.

Divine Moments of Music

Still waiting for the sun
searching for some fun
whacky wonderings
walk with wicked intent
floaters in the pool of formulation
they look to the sky
what happened to the colour?
and where is all that white?
gray brown gray
cataloged
archived
the next stage only to be let in
by a groundhog fart


Pangalacticgargleblaster (What are those blue chunks Mix) by psycache

Watch out folks it's a long one today! noises, sounds, beats, all the things that a malnourished ear needs.  And who could resist Earths favorite literary concotion??? the Pangalacticgargleblaster!!!
Thank you Psycache.

Glitch in Evolution, Bitch in Revolution

moist mud muck yucks
weathering the storm
books and pens and thoughts
inventions which never come to fruition
yet they inspire the atrophied cerebellum to pupate.
empathize with humanity
you are a string
there are so many others
all strings
all different
they criss and cross
and run parallel
they intertwine and braid
yet two objects may never inhabit
one place in one time
all strings
all the same
solitary paths
every one alone together

Users Guide: The Apocalypse

Tip # 67

Each challenge presented is another chance for improvement.

The Music is in You

silent watchers
eyes painted black
to dull the blinding light
to see more clearly
what is true
to feel more purely
beyond the blue
uppity in
and out






Finding Perfection - All Along by FindingPerfection

Funny Portland Music. 

Teeth and River Pebbles

Flotsam gathers on the shores
toxic brain matter cleansing
easment of spirit
and calming of soul
breathing the world that
so many try to hide from
real selves peek out of
cerebral crevices
dust bunnies giggle their way
into the silver lining
sane insane unsane
palm to cheek
eyes to lid
things meant to fit
together
and apart
shoe meets pavement
sole sinks into sand
electron to proton
things meant to be
find the way

The Music is a Dream

The gray days
that go by with no sense of time
dreamland brings us back
to start all over again
feel the same happiness
experience the same mistakes
then wake and know that today
is the best day
sleep could be salvation
hidden in that dark place
safe from the realness of this
insane ugly world
but one would wake and find
they had missed all the hardships
and all of the joys
so
forward and up is the only way to go

Just Like Them (rough draft) - Chance by Transit Gal

Music mixologist from Portland Maine.

Mans Other Best Fiend

Tip # 14


Fight evil with evil

It Is a Noble Thing Indeed to Spend Ones Life in Search of The Music

Roses make
fine aromatheraputic affirmation
of what is to be brought
the winds will change
the days will become longer
mice donning little white jackets
peek out of snow banks
the piper plays
music falling on hibernating ears
the wide grinned laughers will proceed
in their wake
is eternity

Chilly Portal by Goblynn

Broken pieces Which Fix Themselves

A voice upon the wind
with high conotations
and low rumblings
from deep inside
the infinitesimal vortex
a face we all know doth emerge
connection to the soul
the one that makes us one
here
the jokster waves it's ribbons
which rest amongst branches
and the void beckons
to they who have no path
here lies fate
one for one
and none with none

Users Guide: The Apocalypse

Tip # 117

Do not Approach those that look as if they have not eaten for quite some time.

signs of this are:

• sallow eyes/sunken cheeks
• bared teeth
• slow movement
• excessive drooling during conversation

Ye Shall Know the Music, and the Music Shall Make You Mad

The people are screaming out
for the buds of trees
bird songs
for the warmer breeze
lobster pots
for the touch of grass
chilled beers
The people are freaking out
the cold can eat it
the snow rain sleet whatever
can bite the dust
all parts of the process
the month trickles along
taking strength
in the promise of the future
is the best defense
each moment that passes
not matter how slowly
or painfully
pushes us closer


Wiffleball Manifesto by AspirinHammer

Music is the Universal Language

A warm summer breeze
lingers around the point
of the southern shore
beach walks and beers
swimming screams
icy cold plunges
invigoration of the spirit
as the whale breaches
so does the heart
to look over and see
those who know you


Oblivion Garden - Approaching The Unconscious by Lucid Picnic

So it ain't from Maine but I feel it's about time to branch out, there so many amazing sounds out there, to confine inspiration the the shores of Maine, is futile.  So hop across the Atlantic, and let your ears open up to some tunage from Turkey.

Wall to Wall Emulation

Hot cake cutie
taking fortuitous circumstance
to a whole new level
hips they do sway
and that voice it do belt
giggles that chiffonade  hate
fingers that tingle
'cross ebony and ivory
the shadows may try
as the house creaks around
but that girl she don't know
the darkness would
dare not attempt
to move into
that light

Mans Best Fiend

Tip # 20

waste not want not
use the decomposing remains of your old pet
to supplement companionship

Users Guide to the Apocalypse

Tip # 319

choose the weapon which best suits you, and, stick by it.
no matter what.

Don't March Around the Music

Grinding stone to sand
brimstone tumbled by prehistoric
riverbeds
the apparition of a brontosaurus
lapping water
alive with so much life
particulates snowing
sifted by the nutrient collecting fans
of so many organisms
long since taken by natures process of elimination
some slip through the cracks
to grow toes and ears
attributes that escaped the picking line
something to be thankful for



BlueBoy time, these guyz are good, if Mass. is your music destination, give it a go.

Red Swarm

the deepest parts of the mind
hold the most answers
it is
the dragon who rests on her treasure
coins lodged under scales
scalded rubies tumble over the surface
these priceless tumbleweeds
riding the current of deep ancient breath
stopping still at the claws of the beast
she guards them
only those of worth
may continue