Thursday, February 10, 2011

Users Guide to the Apocalypse



Tip # 327


Always keep your eye on the enemy


































<!--fd75bf050e154f56be1b5c20e6a6d5cf-->

You Can't Bury the Music


Dreams
leaving seems impossible
the sunrise sunset sunrise sunset
seen through the eyes of a ghost
Cumulonimbus chinese dragons on fire
bamboo mats and green and trees
spice smells ride the breeze
the eyes may open but the heart
and mind remain




Nimble Thimble by mystic forever

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Replace This Space


sea meets sky
crystalline crispy critters
cough up glitter
delirium in those wee hours
when the beings of anti-reality
collaborate against the sane
how mundane are the thoughts of the normal
compared to the further reaches of the brain
where one might grasp an apple
which becomes a bubble
then a walrus
then a sewing machine
this seems so much more real
than anything from before

U.G.T.T.A.



Tip # 713

when you see smoke in the distance
it is usually a bad sign

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

You Dim Sum You Lose Some



Waiting outside the
cold saturated window eaves
watching cooling pies
turn to ice
laughter cuts through as
another joke is told
the season turns
and so do heads
looking towards the sunset
leaving behind the day
frozen by starshine
night is the time for play

Users Guide to the Apocalypse II

Survival Tip # 714


Sometimes it is best to wait until dawn
everything looks better in the daylight

The Worm and The Beetle


There's music
that can speak with our souls
it arrives in forms
that are hard to see
yet easy to hear
the same should be said
for inspiration
the cat may scratch
and the snow may sting
pain walks hand in hand
with the muse of creativity
reach and lift gently


Black Cat's White Morning by mystic forever
Goblynn has the essence of winter in captivity, can you feel the icicles forming off the back of your neck?

Call me Switzerland

crossing plains
dreams of perfection
understanding
wholeness
as years move forward
the confidence of youth
can crumble behind
as bread crumbs
leading our hearts back
to their true love
ourselves.
the candy house can wait
gum drop stepping stones
will melt under the hot sun
praline post and beam
drip down graham cracker walls
this is obviously
a structure best left to the land of stories
now about those bread crumbs...

Monday, February 7, 2011

Users Guide to the Apocalypse

Featuring such chapters as:

  • Agriculture in a diseased wasteland

  • Coping With Killing a Loved One

  • Top Ten Signs You Are Becoming a Zombie

  • 5 Tips to Maintaining a Safe Perimeter Both at home and on the Go

  • How to Trust No One












Keep an eye out for new character developments and short story lines.

    The Music is Out There

    The water is still
    air carries with it
    the smell of something fresher
    sterilization of winters chill reaches
    a plateau
    and can only let one thing
    continue the construction
    as a preview into some coming attraction
    the warmth rises
    the sea smoke dissipates
    geese are seen
    cruising home
    oh wait
    those are seagulls
    and there's more
    snow
    winter still has nowhere
    to go


    http://vistas.bandcamp.com/album/mute
    http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Vistas/150588052486


    Umogen by vistas

    More vistas! so good for a not so freezing morning.
    Sun breaches the tree tops and the steady beats carry one away.
    Flashback to mornings when a balanced breakfast was the most important part of the day, gone are those infantile musings. Fill my bowl with some beats and let me drink some coffee. Take that General Mills! We got yer Lucky Charms right here!