bananas

i met a beast

hypnotized,
count down from 10.
stared into the corner of dawn.
i see
a beautiful beast
serene
like unmoved water.
i want to touch it
to find a moving stillness
of everything that surrounds me.
i feel more life than ever
in this half asleep dream.

i get closer,
to understand what it is i'm seeing
but it's all changed.
your once majestic face
expands like a frilled neck lizard
snapping, with claws for teeth.
chirps of furious insecurities,
shaking, like a boy in puberty.
vomiting your inner ugliness
like rays of the sun-
shining on me, shining on you,
exposing what you are...
brilliant hate
embodied as my love.
so lets compromise, indeed.
not about substance,
but about your place in my heart.
ill give anything to get you out.

there's a ghost at my door i recognize. she's got my life in her hands.

lack as inspiration

i never faked it.

the universe just responded faster to my sincerity

than you or i could have ever done.

of all the things we have in common,

we both know

pain makes for the prettiest music.

tragic poetry like mine.

it's all a novel,

that tears your heart up.

feeding on imaginary sorrows,

missing that kind of love.

i send thank you notes to the skies because im happy.

but i also can't write because of it.

you sing about a loss that's inspired you.

i only know how to do the same.

creation.

inspiration.-

to myself, at least,

only comes from longing.

true love makes me disappear,

but pain brings me closer.

vague poem

gonna write a vague poem

to tie around my finger.

a secret meal.

like a one time birthday wish.

a distance that tears me apart.

there, i saw a vow in your eyes.

it meant more to me than

words drizzled in honey.

but illusion brought me more

than you've ever said to me.

so i dance with the thought of something.

even if it's not you...

rather than complimenting a longing

that only you can endure.

i got tired of being a masochist.

wary of waiting for the sun.

my nature is to love and love, fully.

it's torture to pretend that it's not.

so give me something

because i can't keep it locked.

it's a black box

full of dreams and passionate song.

i took a sledge hammer to pry it open

took a peak of its' beauty

to write you.

Experimenting with MERECK

Mike Gowan + iamyourholiness

Mike Gowan + iamyourholiness - Mereck by KIDSTVSHOW

Talking Baby Mushrooms

I am the mushroom. Living, growing, breathing, speaking my own tongue. Living a life span within seconds. Sharing the universe and the infinite experience with everything that surrounds me.

Salvia changed my life.

copyright 2011

your eyes are a well

no matter how much you try

to fool me, fool you-

your eyes give it away.

they sing -

tiny daggers through my heart 

from all their beauty

and all their pain. joy. slasher massacre.-

reminding me of how awesome it is

to feel that again;

no more violence for dreams,

your presence disarms me.

your song,

like creeping death at the bottom of a wishing well-

found its way to me

just before your last breath.

just before my last ...

empty lover

find something to fuck.

preferable if it walks.

physically, if i get my way.

a hole or two i can stick my pain through.

makes me feel wanted;

cared for by a dirty slut-

with a fetish for my uncontrollable cock.

i use it to try and find myself, again.

i become a tongue that swallows you whole,

like an ouroborus,

so you can be inside me

and i will carry you around every where i go

like a memory that never happened.

i see pussy.

i'm a titty fucking giant in a room full of lesbians.

don't forget my piss in your mouth, doll.

it's not tourettes.

it's a rainbow full of emptiness.

a facade of being a lover when you're not.

you've convinced yourself love isn't what you want.

so dig deep into whatever passion pit you find

to try and fill that hole inside

where a rotting carcass of who you once were slowly dies.

space. void. null. nothing.

you say nothing.

there is no abyss in your eyes,

just the confusion of someone who isn't sure
about what they believe anymore.

it's your own vulnerability you're afraid of;

the reason why you're a slut,

the reason why i'm a prude.

you just may have found yourself.

LVF © 2011

Have You Ever Had A Dream Like This?

""Have You Ever Had A Dream Like This?" was inspired by a little boy with a red shirt on Youtube, who tried his hardest to express that we can truly do anything. The stress and strain to convey such a positive message makes for perfect irony. Remixing and rebuilding a friend's latest track, I added the message, and brought out a covert sexuality in the sound that wasn't there before. The result is the score and the backbone of the film. Tasteful, mesmerizing visuals captivate and accentuate a good thrust. I find that as a female artist, I am drawn to express the power and influence of homoeroticism and fondness for sensuality in my art, often with a hint of humour and inner disturbance."

- LVF

LVF © 2011

Download CULTURE PROPHET'S original track, here// 

sailing away

...with rose petals.

Photos of a more private nature.

raw indulgence

Untethered prudence,

rays of fire from your eyes.

tuned into your wonderment,

you find me there.

a holy garden of sensual projection.

ritualistic spontaneity.

transcendental emporium.

sweet fruit and grape vines from Babalon.

I ride the scarlet beast.

you're intoxicated by her motions-

a communion only christ could speak of.

an offering always kept secret.

I dance for you in a room full of banshees.

no one there

but you and I

in the spotlight of each others attraction.

chemicals released to the sound of a tribal drum.

a rite of passage.

the coming of age for a young man who wants to know what it feels like

to be with a woman.

I wear my most primal state with bangles around my collar,

extending my neck like the queens of Padaung

accentuating my beauty like the song of a wild heart,

open and willing to accept you like the wind that takes my body

softly, slowly-

back to the heavens,

where it wishes to stay

as your muse.

LVF © 2011

pasturage

LVF © 2011

warmth

karmic lover

your lips are perfect-
warm, touch feeling
sensuality all over.
love that you're just like me.
guy version,
but tall.
you wrote my name on your tongue.
tattooed my heart on your sleeve.
gave each other something to smile about
before heading back home to our wives.

i once had a husband.
i know how it feels to be
oh, so comfortable...
resisting change
when change is everything.
passion filled whirlwind of emotion
envelops,
stirring up your space inside.
you smirk because you're happy.
i know because i'm happiest with you.
be stronger than i was.
be honest with yourself.
go for what you want.
because i couldn't do it
before you.
bits and pieces of your heart
are mine,
every once in a while,
making mine pound
like a hailstorm when you're gone.
jumping out of my mouth when you're around.
i'll leave it there if i have to-
hang it on the wall
pollinating lust for life.

and just when i was beginning to believe we were made for each other, you had to be cruel.

torture love

your cave gray eyes
fell outward.
your ears bled
and mouth spewed
a demon in the dark.
man, angry, hateful demon.
a regurgitation
of my hidden fears and
deepest desire.
how you lost me to you.

he resists.
binding to denial.
i sing to your delusions
and they hurt.
a requiem of peace
from the part of me
that wants to be free
from you.

to my other

i birthed you somehow
in this world, we came to be
one soul
facing each other in a divided screen.
you seem unaware
of the blueprint you speak.
the thoughts in your mind
that haunt you in sleep.
the stars that guide you
back to yourself.
the love you long for,
once held.
she showers in rose petals,
waiting for the day
you remember a promise
that shatters the physical,
time and space
and all imaginary distance
we've created in our sick,
sick minds.

date night

romancing my pain.
take it out on a date.
feeding it daisies because roses are too expensive.
stroking it pleasure
with the saddest song i know.
it's all i've ever known.
it's all i've ever been.
teach me different.
to love myself-
by flying a kite
all the way up to heaven
with my name on it.
to show me there's a chance i can still make it.

eating our creation

Stir it all up
alpha-bet soup universe.
boiling beauty before it dies.
slowly simmering at the perfect temperature
long enough to melt the letters.


Dropped my own eye in the mixture
for clarity and heart.
add a taste of my own being
to understand what it is i'm eating.

Manna from heaven.
All of nature in a bowl.
penciled in the weather
to make sure you come home.

Sweet fragrance lingers
like a ghost that's always there.
Awaken that hunger,
for synchronized truth.
Love like air,
when you don't have enough to breathe
but are satisfied with that smell.


Sitting at the table,
you out at war,
a candle on the left
and a candle on the right.
we eat our creation
to end our starvation.
a romantic dinner of hope and pain.
Tears in our cups to sprinkle as salt
for all the wisdom we've gained.


Welcome Aletheia.
devour our brood.
I drink her wine till my cup is cleansed again.
That will be the day we make something new again.

Merciful Fate

I reach out, feel space.

Lost a star to infinity.

Resurrect an Egyptian boy

Who meets me in dreams.

Embody the overwhelming.

Haunting face; desire,

That gives me inspiration

and takes it away by the hour.

Love affair with a memory

Sinking heart skips a beat.

Electrifies my body.

Melts it from the purity.

Change is consuming.

Live to relive that moment.

Untouched, resisting.

Like the passion of gods when they kiss.

Eyes lock.

No glare, read my soul.

We have a match,

So set it on fire

and watch it burn.

Serenade what once was

Everlasting everything.

Place it on the mound-

To sacrifice self-sacrifice

Heal that brutal distance

as I sun-bathe in steam.

Like an ultimate death

when fate is merciful,
Piercing our everyday truth.

A holy mountain of secret worship.

Built it up like a temple

but the sun died in the West.

Like an altar without a god.

or the Mona Lisa kept in a vault.

Collapsing in on itself

is the newborn child.

Breastfeeding my lament.

Wearing a halo as a martyr.

Stroking it is the Mother.

In All Aloneness (Official Music Video)

I surprise myself sometimes.

Original Source

This is what it looks like when hearts explode.

 'Moved by Pandemonium' by KIDS TV SHOW.

Venus woman

Walk to the sound of your own slapping cunt
Flapping about like roaring hands ready to applaud for anything.
Oozing your pornography like a marriage vow.
You exist to procreate wet dreams.

Ready Venus woman
loves like a price reduction-
cheap and desperate to go home with you.
Like wine sold out of a box.

I watch you like the twisted voyeur you seek.
Get it out of me when I feel sick.
Finger my anger.
Braid it once in a while.

Manipulation is your best friend.
Seduction, your spoon.
Lies like bat droppings when feasting on berries.
Sincerity like a cloud.

A closet of competition.
Best hump to the finish line.
Lollipops are for winners
in nurses uniforms.

Obey your sex.
Fake tear gallery.
Fucking the camera
for whatever you can sow.


Love like lullabies
is foreign
because of her.
She likes being objectified.

Venus calls it on the phone.
Labels it woman.
Says it's femininity
When it's really just survival.

Pleasant Hues

                     

                   Work by Sienna Star

                                    4 Years

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