Final Haven
Thursday, May 16, 2013
So! It's Been a Long Time!!
But I thought I would hare with anyone still following that I will be traveling to Bali in November to receive my Yoga teacher training. so please have a gander at this link and click on the heart icon, the more hearts I get the greater my chances of winning. Thanks!!!!
Yoga Teacher Training Scholarship!!!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
The Music Makes a Comeback
So it's been awhile since we've coined a local artist. Here we have Billy Libby. New Sounds from an Old Friend.
Sounds that reach forth from across the water
reverberating off planks of ancient barn wood.
The snow falls and stars so crisp you can smell them
shine down on eerie melodies
and upbeat nature of the artist.
05 The Winter Song by billy libby
http:// www.billylibby.com
Sounds that reach forth from across the water
reverberating off planks of ancient barn wood.
The snow falls and stars so crisp you can smell them
shine down on eerie melodies
and upbeat nature of the artist.
05 The Winter Song by billy libby
http://
Friday, December 9, 2011
Punch Line: Deck the Halls
Deck the Halls
Pen and Ink
from"The Punch Line" Holiday edition
http://www.wix.com/pollup/finalhaven#!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Metamorphic Metaphor
Jaded thoughts
go into the dust
melt into
ever decomposing memories
dis-integrate
the bruised heart remains weak
until forget fullness allows it to mend
clinging to the stinging
does not a one good
though the haunting keeps love close
a tether to the past
a bowline to the mast
like a dream of mudded feet
struggling to move forward
reaching a hand
to some dark exciting place
we can never quite grasp
Goblynnnnnnn! so many new summer notes! Have a listen buy some tracks...it's worth it.
Thank you all for being so patient during this seasonal hiatus...though re-emergence will be slow to manifest, you will, no doubt be seeing more of us.
melt into
ever decomposing memories
dis-integrate
the bruised heart remains weak
until forget fullness allows it to mend
clinging to the stinging
does not a one good
though the haunting keeps love close
a tether to the past
a bowline to the mast
like a dream of mudded feet
struggling to move forward
reaching a hand
to some dark exciting place
we can never quite grasp
Goblynnnnnnn! so many new summer notes! Have a listen buy some tracks...it's worth it.
Thank you all for being so patient during this seasonal hiatus...though re-emergence will be slow to manifest, you will, no doubt be seeing more of us.
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