You-Be-Lee Twist

Sometimes we just become the stairs and stares that are open or closed to interpretation. I see so many meanings, but all of them point to you and me and we and ah oui ... turning intermittently.

A moon child is someone born with a unique spiritual connection to universal and planetary energy. Moon children are especially sensitive to energy waves, planetary shifts/changes, and lunar cycles.

It’s not easy to walk on our feelings, since they’ve become the stairs, as our shared sensitivity is so much finer than other people's. They’ve become the stares of many.

So flam·bé, covered with liquor and set alight briefly, denoting a red copper-based porcelain glaze with purple streaks, but winter came too soon making our big feat relatively small, like a frothy coffee ice cream bath, burying the scorcher summer with us alive together and yet apart like tiny feet in the dead heat of the hard balm night. These beautiful blizzards on the outside but ugly on the inside, like a strange kind of bliss, both veil and unveil our burning souls that howl at the Wailing Wall as the massively starving bodies remain far, so far. I feel and see your secrets grow, twist and turn into a bright green day. They grow perfectly slow in sync with my racing mind that cannot catch up. Our platonic orgy has been a sorely cracked carnival of never too late and gone, where we play fishy hooligans wreaking havoc on the here & now. Tuna, colorful fish, wet, and Luna, a moon child, cool, staring at each other, thoroughly walking in and out on each other. Cuz life is short and love is tiny, we feel kind of happy, but we stay lonely.

The Heart Throbs - The Girl Became The Stairs

The Heart Throbs - Tiny Feet

The Heart Throbs - Winter Came Too Soon

The Heart Throbs // Outside (Official Music Video)

The Heart Throbs - So Far

The Heart Throbs - Hooligan

Covered in daylight
Seeing in misty blue
Mocking at hindsight
Thrashing the morning dew

Flowers is every floor
Picture of lily too
We got the good vibrations
We got the soul of you

Is this a carnival
Am I a hooligan like you

Worship the goddess
Bring out the kings and queens
Work for the vanguard
See it on the silver screen

Savage you own sacrilege
Love is snow white shoes
We got the gold vibrations
We got the song in you

Is this a carnival
Am I a hooligan like you

Flowers is every floor
Picture of lily too
We got the good vibrations
We got the soul of you

Is this arcadian? huh
Am I a warrior
Is this a carnival
Am I a hooligan like you

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The Heart Throbes - Too Late

The Heart Throbs - Gone

The Heart Trobs Tuna

The Heart Throbs - Tiny Feet (Reprise)

Ju·bi·lee is a special anniversary of an event, like when a loved child has a happy birthday, or when one mellow dude celebrates fifty years of a love reign or heart activity, if you will, witnessing to it. It’s a simple thank you to God.

Ju·bi·lee is a miraculous achievement that requires great courage, skill, and strength.

Twist is to form into a bent, curling, or distorted shape.

Twist is an act of turning something so that it moves in relation to something that remains stationary.

You are the wounded, bleeding Archer’s Heart Throbs, I’ve been arrowed by your cherished real strawberry frootcake, dripping united, our paradox strength. The truth is, I let your sword pierce the weakest spot of my armor, in the sublime name of Love, painted on God’s blurry canvas. And thus you-knighted and sealed in precious Jesus’ blood bless my honorable damnation, making my harsh sentence lighter as we are gilded immortals, free prisoners of the sky. Oh how we’re hurting, yet shining like a black hole sun, the yin-yang Big Bang of the billowing Love. You-Be-Lee’s ram's horn trumpet anyway.

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