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