Bali or Bust!!!!

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So as an addendum to my  previous post I should let anyone still watching that I am retreating to Bali for a month and a half,  I'll be immersing myself in a yoga teacher training than traveling around afterward.  My plan is to be as frugal as possible but the expenses have been substantial and I could really use your help. Any donation is appreciated and I'm down for all types of return compensation for your assistance.  Thank you to all still watching. much love! xoxoxoxoxoxo

So! It's Been a Long Time!!

But I thought I would hare with anyone still following that I will be traveling to Bali in November to receive my  Yoga teacher training. so please have a gander at this link and click on the heart icon, the more hearts I get the greater my chances of winning. Thanks!!!!


Yoga Teacher Training Scholarship!!!

The Music Makes a Comeback

So it's been awhile since we've coined a local artist.  Here we have Billy Libby.  New Sounds from an Old Friend.

Sounds that reach forth from across the water
reverberating off planks of ancient barn wood. 
The snow falls and stars so crisp you can smell them
shine down on eerie melodies
and upbeat nature of the artist.



05 The Winter Song by billy libby

http://www.billylibby.com

Punch Line: Deck the Halls

Deck the Halls
Pen and Ink
from"The Punch Line" Holiday edition


http://www.wix.com/pollup/finalhaven#!

Punch Line V

"Flight of the Potatoes"

from the series "Sad Forks and Angry Knives"

Punch Line IV

"Don't cry Over Lost Onions"


from the series: "Sad Forks and Angry Knives"

Punch Line III

The Beet That Got Away

from the series: "Sad Forks and Angry Knives"

Punch Line II

Punch Line

  



















      


                

Metamorphic Metaphor

Jaded thoughts
go into the dust
melt into
ever decomposing memories
dis-integrate
the bruised heart remains weak
until forget fullness allows it to mend
clinging to the stinging
does not a one good
though the haunting keeps love close
a tether to the past
a bowline to the mast
like a dream of mudded feet
struggling to move forward
reaching a hand
to some dark exciting place
we can never quite grasp







Goblynnnnnnn! so many new summer notes! Have a listen buy some tracks...it's worth it.
Thank you all for being so patient during this seasonal hiatus...though re-emergence will be slow to manifest, you will, no doubt be seeing more of us.

Their Ice is Getting Dry

Clouds on fire
as eyes droop closed
throw out the wire
the line has been broke
with threshold clear
the world opens up
any thing can be done
every thing ain't enough
so grab the wheel
head for the hills
opens that smile
to receive some new thrills
all wanting something
though not sure quite what
just keep on walking
there's something afoot

The Music Lies Dormant

Emerging full force
into the wild
it steps with tender bare feet
pine pitch
bug bite itch
monsters in the sky
slam their tales to the ground
through threads mesh
can be seen pinpoints of light
growing as the eye draws nearer
glowing when the truth is clearer
gentle forms and bows sway
spirits of the world
dance
rejoice
time for mourning
will come soon enough
so for now find sunshine
in the rough





http://goblynn.com/

So little were we aware that Goblynn has released some new tracks!! check out his site, the whole album can be purchased for a mere $5!! That's 25 songs! uhm....yes please...
Thanks to all the Final Haven fans for sticking out these busier days we hope to be posting more frequently.
Much love out to all those parts of the world looking upon this now...you are appreciated!!

Chasing Eagles

Monsters of the earth
bleeding out
invisible entities
nightmares of a billion souls
culminating
hibernating
in clouds
under crust
this plans a bust
start over
no fear but pride
that this is our time
to whatever end
blowing bubbles
sending troubles
into the ether
focus outward
resilience inward
laughter skyward

Dreams That Haunt and Inspire

landscapes stretching dark and distant
cityscape waterparks
clear water chlorine blast
oil lights and candle glow
illusions
remind refugee residents
of the way life once was
brands and cans of
of spray on tan
structures of thrills driven
into some land
opossum snarls and
Cephalopod soldiers
grotesque and prominent
wait, but a tentacles reach away
when the going gets tough
the tough get richer
crust punks spewing hope
onto sidewalks dusted
with the earliest light of day
which way will you go

Polar Bear Popscicle

wave lap rain tap
slishing tires move past
as do memories of past life wonders
giggling gleam off water pristine
rocks that touch the high heat of summer
also feel the cold dark of ocean bottom
all aspects prospects and possibilities
swirling as the tide moves in
the next cycle is imminent
fingers rap upon wood upon water
mantras allow for no plan to falter
sometimes
it's important
to take the long way around

Fishstick Fiddleheads

following the pink marker
roadside reminder
clouds ease over another week
the past is screaming out to the present
loud and resonate
and quiet as a peeper in the desert
a figure is dead
the new thing in this species' head
remembering to forget
new circumstance linked with past horror
do not forget to remember
earth shaking poison leaking
wind whips rips roots
and one tiny bird, nestled amongst it all

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