Microbial Planets

Places
concealed under the largeness of the sky
pinpoint one and you will be drawn
into a finite network
veined throughout
the helix of thought and knowledge
circumnavigate the surface
stripe white with life
come back around
assume the position
for one night
until next time

Believe That Music and Unconditional Love will Always Have the Final Word

Days meant for others slide by
a bright spot of red
falls on the snow
drippy driping
bleeding bark of a bare tree
swing sets pendulum
follows the course
of seconds gone by
just jump off
hurled by the force of time



http://toughcats.blogspot.com/


Happy Day by The Toughcats


Who could resist the Toughcats? our very own island grown cultural icons, smooth, sad, mind tickling beats  requiring at the absolute minimum a hip jiggle.

Your Heart Smells Delicious

There are events
that happen
in the peripheral of the planet
little is seen
or heard of them
but there are those
that would find the white cold
inviting
comforting
a way to unite
saying
"we will not let this
hypothermic potential
dominate our moods"
so raise another glass
the the mist covered light in the sky
watch the mountain catch on fire
then be
doused by the stars well chilled glow

The Music is Incontrevertable, Malice May Attack, Ignorace May Deride, it but in the End; There it is.

the morning light
simple and unique
each encroaching day
manipulates the portal

Dancing on Water

tee pees and tornado's
cyclones of faith and debauchery 
lives intersect
then move on
the universe remains
steady and constant
things flow
cliches crumble away
a sack of potatoes is found
amongst the flowers
a head full of seeds
wanders

Unthinking Respect For Authority is the Greatest Enemy of Music

Hazed and abused
landscapes of unforseen strangeness
familiarity only in characters
cast to play roles
as alien to them as a candy bar on mars
falling into crystals of water
that forbid entry to the wary mind
open up
take the plunge
palms to the sky
roots to the ground



http://blueboyproductions.bandcamp.com/




more music by BlueBoy yes yes and yes, may your mind be taken away from this mundane existence and tossed into the garbage heap of the universe you might find martian slippers and solar discharge that may then be crafted into a new pair of earrings or a Christmas ornament for your aunt.
Be well all

Terminal Frost

In summers embrace
the land around us flourishes
giving life and energy to the feet that walk over it
one can experience
waves of unfaltering strength
emanating
pulsing through every being
seeping from the leaves of each plant
In winters slumber
the earth has lost it's warmth
in the woods there is stillness
arboreal sleepers wait in solitude
the terrain is a conduit for
each scrap of energy
still remaining from earlier seasons
to be drawn
the land will take it's toll in many forms
bear your teeth
fight back with a laugh

Users Guide to the Apocalypse

Tip# 326

Home is where the rocket launcher is.

Even God Can't Change the Music

When a voice is so well known
that the distinctness of its tones
could cut through the woods on a warm day
ricocheting off of moss and pine needles
strings at work
face to the sky
head in the clouds
one would still come down
to listen



http://soundcloud.com/afinkelson/sexaphone-1









Keep an ear on this track it features the vocal talents of our own island wonder boy Brady Smith.

I.We.Us.Everything

envision
a centurfuge
as it spins
so do the whims
of humanity
lives slap against the walls
of existence
fearful faces forced into the void
bells ring
hands reach through the darkness
to steady
only to dissolve in the atmosphere
of reality
ride it as a carousel
grasp the brass ring
win the prize
another day
the sun races by
so as to start again