The Straight Up Music

Bleary eyed
weary guide
The Fool is 0
and the Empress wears red
Fog glides over still water
as ospreys return
stubbornly to nests
beaten by winters wind
pulling hover tricks
masters of the sky
a hue of pristine blue
clouded but insanely true

Bowser's Castle by Goblynn

Morning y'all!
So final Haven has been a bit quite as of late. Building our nests as the osprey do, spring leaves little time for finger dancing dilly dallying.  Yet here we have a new track by Goblynn, birthed from the somewhat rainy nature of this impending summer. Enjoy!

Wind Meets Water

spinning misty vortex's rise to fall
tiny ducks seek solace
in the lee of the shore
they dip and munch
as if the sky were not toppling down
sounding pounding
this is how
night finds its way into day
hold still you know the drill
everyone batons down
petals close and robins roost
crows fly strong
thrown backwards for fun
frolic for none faint of heart
they know elation
can not be felt
without first a fight
for flight

Users Guide: The Apocalypse

 Tip # 345

There is a Balance
old death leads to new life
The garden is sown
the messengers sent forth
this focus will save you

The Music Rests In the Feathers of Many Birds

Strings and things
tiny flowers hiding in the
empty geode
conduit to the dark labyrinth
of forbidden passageways
hidden paths
you can traverse the underworld for only so long
before the nose must peak above the peat
take a long draw of new spring air
keep
moving
forward




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Hiatal Immergence

Like a gift not to be opened
the future sits unknown
wrapped in expectation and hope
yet, another day
that the eager hand is slapped away
how things would work
if the clock were to stop
if life were to drop off
into the clearest blue
coexisting with the deepest black
two worlds layered
in constant turmoil over
the human soul
a stereotypical struggle
when right in front and all around
is the answer
both

We Just Want to Hear the Music!!!

She would scream upward and out
cacophonous voice resonating into the trees
vibrating the wings of bees
and hearts of smaller creatures
nails digging at the air
wrenching invisible clumps of despair
the like which no one else may percieve
this is how the Woman of the world does grieve
as her hair is coated in thick black
and her alabaster skin melts off the bone
she walks through what is left of the woodland alone
waiting for the time
when she might have some peace
when these beings who've tainted her
might recognize and release





Sweet Tasty Thing by Goblynn

The newest of news by Goblynn a collaboration of the minds bringing to you a freshy sweet tune. When the fog settles on the branches we know the sun is up there somewhere...waiting.

An Idle Mind Does Not Percieve the Music

A snake on the snow
is hungry for sunshines radiation
when the moonshine slips
into the pineal glands domain
many little thoughts stimulate
those places of the brain
left dormant for so long
we can hold happiness and content
for a time
before reality carries it away on
either gentle breeze
or raging typhoon
but the memory remains
gift for the lonely soul

Lako's First Journey by Goblynn

The creations of spring brought to you by Goblynn, the atmosphere may have brought us a fresh blanket of white, but, motivation will not cease. So become the being Lako, smile up at the stars, and try to forget what a scary place the world can be...at least for a moment...let the third eye free.