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