Thursday, December 22, 2011

Monday, December 5, 2011

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

bags

coming soon.

Friday, November 18, 2011

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.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

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

Saturday, September 24, 2011

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.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

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.





Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Friday, July 15, 2011

Monday, July 11, 2011

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

Monday, June 27, 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 ...

Monday, June 20, 2011

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

Friday, June 17, 2011

The Lost & Found video



When I hear this song, I think of horses that will to be unicorns. This sense of impossible 'want' was my latest inspiration to fulfill the longing of this song;' The Lost and Found' by The Green Electribes.
 -LVF


LVF © 2011

Saturday, June 11, 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// 

Monday, June 6, 2011

sailing away

...with rose petals.





















Photos of a more private nature.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

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

girl touch.



Monday, May 30, 2011

beautiful graves





































 LVF © 2011

Sunday, May 29, 2011

pasturage





















LVF © 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Friday, May 6, 2011

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.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

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

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Saturday, April 2, 2011

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.

A Ghost Called Love



This is a short montage / music video I made for my friend's band, Everest Days.
Original song by Michael Baldovino // Song title: A Ghost Called Love
All footage from Dexter.

i <3 this song so much.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

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.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Love letter to my house plant

Spend some time with your house plants.
Euphoria. Here, and now.
Being. A Universal giver.
Wise and delicate;
Sound friends they are.
Leaves like holy lovers' hands
Grow or die depending on affection.
Give it a name. You sowed it.
Show her your attention.

Tell them you love them
And they're perfect in every way.
Even as it withers slowly,
it will be back again some day.

Tell them
their radiance brings life to every room.
Joy like permanent smiles.
Purifies your breathing space.
Light to the eyes, taste to the mouth.
Grows when you acknowledge it.
Loves you when you come home.
Sings to you in frequencies.
Talks to you by listening.

Sing back with gratitude.
Sun and water because you care.
Feel the connection with this living creature.
Breathe the same air if I could.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Sunday, February 20, 2011

awakening from within

in the last year-

i have been ungrateful.
dishonest with myself.
shy to ask.
passive with all.
afraid of rejection.
wanting acceptance.
unfulfillment
and going to sleep at night.
i have been lost in regret.
unthankful for comfort.
bitter for my actions
and lack of satisfaction.
contempt for the sun
and his beautiful mystical ways
i chose to see as ego
rather than light guiding the way.
i formed an alliance with the night
to end the joys of day.

i experimented as if child.
to feel the untapped hurt;
my mother
and father
could not relate.
the love and attention i wanted-
it was meant for other children;
clones of societies making
conservation of the faking.
i found myself wanting
that support
and seed of ambition
because i thought it defined self-worth.

i wanted to remember what it was to loathe.
to forget.
to feel disconnected
like i did as a teenager
when i finally realized my parents were divorced.
i'd dress in black
to show my disappointment
about something that was not working.
i wear it with love today.

a battle within myself
that i learned to caress
though i was born to hate.
a milestone of awareness and introspection that came.
i became the thing that longed to resonate
in order to understand hopelessness
and why people hold on to it with their lives.
i saw myself trapped by my own lethargy
because of the beauty that comes with nothing.
feeling a desperation and a dark humour
that enveloped a lust for dying.
i've died many times
and each time is different.
passing moments expressed by a new piece of art.
a new insight that i had not known before.
a gallery of thoughts and emotions
that trickle down with devotion.
a gathering of work, feeling happy, uneasy to display.
a museum of contemplations till this day.
a house under construction with people living in it.
an open suitcase with confidential files
no longer the case.

striving to find my way out of the pits
i unlocked
many hidden doors along the way.
i saw many things that made me hesitate.
monsters and demons with my face,
fear and traumas with my name.
i understand now, the meaning of victory-
to find something you were meant to...
like yourself.
i searched for god in all the darkness with my light
and found it hiding behind gratefulness
like a boulder staring me in the face.
a hawk sweeps down and snatches it,
brings it forward like a sword
to cut whats not needed away.

blessed is he who is grateful for all things and fears no thing.
blessed is the one who searches deep within himself
to reveal things which most dare not to face.
a deeper truth of who you are
expressed by humanity's
impoverishment and famine state.
like a child, undisciplined and scared knowing
needing, wanting
the security blanket in the womb.
fetus then mourns the life it will soon become
because that love is so scarce
not many can bare.
you can find it in a flower
or the sky before it falls
but even as it falls
remember you are loved.
remember you were once in that sky up above.
that fell from the heavens,
from the greatest heights
like lightning
in the mouth of a mad world
with beauty as its' conscience.

waking to the sun today,
i greeted him with a smile and thought-
i forgive you for what i went through
and for turning my back on you.
i forgive you for allowing me to experience this life
and for parting with the intuitive moon, your wife.
but now i understand the true meaning of balance-
it isn't always pretty
it isn't always joy
but it will always be love, just as long
as you know you are it.

feeling that magnetism once again,
i was reborn today
from the stronghold of death.
choosing to change.
emerging my consciousness
from the depths of my being
so that nothing can ever be kept secret again.
so that there will be no place for regret to dwell in.
thank you,
life and death.
sun and moon.
hidden truth.
love, and all there is
and is not.
i love you.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

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.

Monday, February 14, 2011

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.


Thursday, February 10, 2011

Sunday, February 6, 2011

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.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Monday, January 24, 2011

This is what it looks like when hearts explode.

 'Moved by Pandemonium' by KIDS TV SHOW.


Sunday, January 23, 2011

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.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Pleasant Hues















                     
                   Work by Sienna Star
                                    4 Years

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Tuesday, January 11, 2011