Little Wing

I held you in pure adoration,

I smiled past the transient nature of your experience,

I had hoped that the sparse sunshine which beamed through you might have eventually coalesced into a fuller, violet sunshine,

but it was not the case,

I held you softly and watched you smile in your sleep,

I shared precious moments of laughter,

I gave you the time,

Iv’e no quarrels with you,

it felt right, then and there,

I tried to steal your heart,

like that Reservoir Dogs poster over yonder,

yet you blew me outta sight,

warned me with tales of heartbreak and words of fright,

obviously, you crave a life full of fun and delight,

and Iv’e no more to say,

it’s a shame that I didn’t share with you my practice,

but all is well I hold no malice,

thus….have a good night.

Fly on little wing,

I hope someone can fill that void I can clearly see in your heart,

because like all sentient creatures,

your heart is made of gold,

Fly on little wing.

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Electric dance music

Lights and sound flicker in unison,

as the crowd dances in a trance,

caught in the sound and spell of a generation,

a mass vortex or digital sound,

tearing the senses open and exposing the mind,

entranced euphoria,

you step on the dance floor and the faces gleefully urge you on,

and you bust a move and everything is alright.

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Wants the groovy shirt

Wants the groovy shirt

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ozonebabys-temple:

ozonebabys-temple:
Jimi called his music “electric church” because he believed music was his religion. His belief is put into practice at Seattle’s Experience Music Project, where one room is simply called the Sky Church, a great hall inspired by his concept of a place where people of all ages, interests and backgrounds could come together to experience music.
psychedelic gif art design: by ozonebabys-temple
photography credit: http://www.rockstargallery.net/gered-mankowitz

ozonebabys-temple:

ozonebabys-temple:

Jimi called his music “electric church” because he believed music was his religion. His belief is put into practice at Seattle’s Experience Music Project, where one room is simply called the Sky Church, a great hall inspired by his concept of a place where people of all ages, interests and backgrounds could come together to experience music.

psychedelic gif art design: by ozonebabys-temple

photography credit: http://www.rockstargallery.net/gered-mankowitz

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needforcolor:

Hey Jimi

needforcolor:

Hey Jimi

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A conversation with my beloved, an ode to Kahlil Gibran.

My cosmic beloved hides herself behind the beautiful, silken voice of a timeless maiden, unknown to me, she trickles her divinity through the tongue of a mortal.

Beloved(Unknown): “Oh sulken face, why must thou walk the streets and sing a bitter melody of day’s past, do you not hear the bluejays and mockingbirds sing their sweet serenading melody of spring and times of love? I tell you this, not out of pity, but out of mere concern for you, has thou not spoken with your beloved?”

Alejandro: “She has sunk and regressed into her endless void, there are no stars to gaze at, only my sickening, harrowing, endless stillness.”

Beloved(Unknown): “Clearly there must be something to elucidate your mainfest well being, please, I must ask you, what spring does your happiness swell from?”

Alejandro: “The eyes of rye were golden in days past, but I have accepted her departure. I am a romantic in life, my ancestors were, and I have inherited their baton of love. My heart swells for the happiness of holding a maiden hand in hand, to the sunset we walk.”

Beloved(Unknown): “Then why does thou insist on sulking, had you not treaded on fire long enough, do your feet not smell of char, and hands sweat restlessly from the anxiety of past memories, do you not grow weary of clinging to illusions?

Alejandro: “Oh my love swells, that it does, yet it is not pleasure I seek. It is the infinite bond which moors two souls to a friendly dock in the vast, sapphire sea of life……but this love is not so abundant in modern days, there are many souls out there who lost their touch to themselves and those around them. The spirit has receded to an awakened few, but I fear that we sit idly on a barren island in a vast sea.”

Beloved(Unknown): “Must ye be so cynical in the dawning of an orange sunshine, it has occurred to me that the gift of life floats idly and whimsically onto your back as you so haphazardly punish yourself.”

Alejandro: “Well said, words spoken almost as true as directly from my cosmic beloved.”

Beloved(unknown): “You have much to offer, child of the stars, born under the fiery sun molded of muddy waters and fertile gardens. Do not be afraid of your stray thoughts, because they are not yours to bear, but putrid reflections of the atmosphere which threatens your moral integrity, carry on placidly through the noise and haste and love yourself equal to others my beautiful creation, you are loved endlessly, with enduring affection, affection as deep as the well that leads to the river Styx.

At this point I realize my beloved is channeling through this maiden and she slowly takes an ethereal form, sprinkled in a dancing array of starlight and swirling nebulas which shift in and out of dimiension, giving her a transparent form, taking form in the physical world and the thousands of world’s which she travels simultaneously.

So surprised I cry in beautifuly joyous merriment….

Alejandro: “My beloved! It is you! I prostrate myself before your glory and advice, you give me but a morsel of your infinite wisdom, you are here and everywhere all at once, and you feed me truth in crumbs which fill my belly to capacity and aid to beat my heart endlessly through the powerful passage of time as it takes it’s bold course…I will never again be jaded, I love you my beloved. You are the stars and I, you are the sunshine in my life, you are everything that ever was, is, and ever will be. I bow in your grace.”

Beloved: “Arise my child, for you are equal to me and all, there is no rush, no need to strain and suffer needlessly, you are my beautiful creation and I love you so. Walk now into my fields, feed from my bountiful bosom, and drink from my fertile rivers, I ask nothing for return but your acknowledgement. I love you my son, you are equal as I, never forget that. You are a god in my eyes, maintain humility and grace, and never tire, may you grow old and happy with my blessing.”

Alejandro: “As I love you, my beloved.”

My beloved fades into the ether and turns into a beam of light which shoots into the starlit heavens. She leaves onto me a necklace of affection which I wear everyday to remind me of her ever expanding beauty and charity.

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Watching the wheels go round

I stand here on my perch,

arms crossed with my lips pursed,

and a small smile tethered to my face,

as I watch you frantically run to and fro,

claiming fun on dangerous ground,

pushing blissfully past warnings,

and I shake my head in animosity towards the false pleasures in life,

and I nod my head in agreement to the true intuition of your human heart,

maybe you do need to run right into a few walls to learn,

maybe you do need to see it all,

and if I’m wrong it does not matter,

because right now these words feel true,

I miss you,

and I’d put myself through harrowing affairs,

to see that smile,

it’s all worth while.

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acidhopes:

I’m a back door man, wha .

acidhopes:

I’m a back door man, wha .

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