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The new Genre Tourist Punk
is sailing the nation.
Hawaiian shirts and white keds are lining up all around Orlando to see
up and thrifting bands like
Lobster trap,
Lighthouse tour and
Dogs welcome.

Founded in a Starbucks
by Toni and Dash,
two MECA grads one student loan away from selling out and getting involved in
the lighthouse painting business,
The Band: Lobster Trap
gave birth to a whole new genre.
TOURIST PUNK
Toni and Dash decided they needed to provide music that was expensive. niche.
Something unspeakably mundane.

With smash hits like
"This traffic is *******"
And "My name still isn't Joe".
Lobster Trap is flying
up the American top 40
faster than you can say socks and sandals

Sales of "I HEART LOCATION" merch has skyrocketed with every launched tour.
Crowds of L.L. bean boots and visors are Moshing, breaking poloroid cameras over each others heads in a salmon rage.

old school punk fanatics were skeptical at middle aged middle class suits getting into their scene.
until it hit them that they could now throw punches
at every pedestrian who ever cut them off.

"Hi thirsty, I'm Dad." By Land of the Polite
Has been played more times in the last year then any taylor swift song.

Money once invested in college-bound middle class vacationlander spawn is being wisely spend on bands like "discount Polo",
and "Local Diner"

So listeners.
if you spend an obscene amount of money on travel fair, and over priced, cheaply made souvenirs;
Or Work in customer service thriving to see those leaf peepers choked out by their own ***** packs.
Do yourself a favor.
road trip into your local bullmoose
sporting your states name on your chest.
And Treat yourself to an exclusive new album
of TOURIST PUNK.
KathleenAMaloney Aug 2016
Cachephony of Beautiful Mumurimg Voice
My One.  My You.
Sacred Water  Squeezed from Walls
Of Tombs
Life's Sweet Giving  Life
Your ****** To My Tongue
Blessing
Miracle of Unweilding Light
Fed.
Luna Craft Apr 2016
Take this string in your hand
Let it guide you away
Past the boats, past the ships
So we can go and play

Let us forget about the blood shed
Each and every cry
All those we have mourned
All the sons that have died

Let us sink into our beds
Fall into a deep slumber
Reach into rustic coffins
Blood has soaked the lumber

Let bomb shells be lullaby's
Because this is ending fast
I'm sorry sweety, I need to go
There is but one more draft
KathleenAMaloney Apr 2016
Race Day
Run like a Slave Auction
First Teeth
Then ****
Next ***

Count the Purse
Strings....
Fridge
Check
******* .. Any Good?
Check
Vision
and on and on
It Went
Until finally
It came
To the Question
Of Family
And suddenly
She looked around
And there wasn't one person
Not one

She stood that way
For a long time
Looking
Out
Unbelieving

The ground
Empty
As if a thousand corpse
Lay
Rotting
In
The Sunlight
looking up
Eyes UnSeeing

Trying

But there wasn't
Anything
That could be said

They left her there
Their own Flag

Made for Flying        
Not Dying                             

Suddenly
A Breeze...
It was
Peace
Who Called

To take her
From the Pole

Where
She had
Been left

Hanging

A
new Thought
Of a
NEW Cross

Annointed  Colors
               Life
Leila Valencia Apr 2016
Heaven's drops of gold crystallized
Smeared like fairy dust
Speckled puncturing wings float
Spinning on a top
Hung by the wind wires
Carrying a drop of sugary splurge  
Giving to all
All, near

As the green lush opens
Caresses the smooth shadows in the morning dusk the tired wings wake
Flapping  
Floating, as one peacefully
Gained momentum
To reach the peak, then she flapped..

To sprinkle dust of the heavens
Down to those.

Asking for none in return
showyoulove Mar 2016
"Where I Belong"

Sometimes you lead me in green meadows and quiet gentle streams
Sometimes you take me into the desert for a while
I will go where you walk before me, where you lead I will follow.

Some days I feel at peace with my life
Other days I feel lost and all alone
And I'm reminded that this is not my home.

I know one day I'll find a place where I belong
I'll be home at long last, I'll be happy and free
All the people living in perfect harmony.

While I'm here Lord living for the moment
Guide me use me show me where I belong
Doing my best to serve you by serving my neighbor.

Help me with the faith to trust in your perfect plan
To believe that all is well when I just don't understand.

When I am lost and wandering you bring me back home
When I crawl back to you humble and broken
You run out to me and hug me and kiss me

And you take me back:
Back where I belong

My soul is restless until it rests in you
And that's where I belong

And one day I'll leave this space to be called home
Back to the place where I belong
This morning brought to you by a lack of everything.
Also forgiving every customer solely on the basis that they haven't had coffee yet.
Like Oprah Winfrey is in my blood handing out second chances.
"You get a smile!"
"You get a smile"
"Go **** Y!~ ou get a smile!."
Because we've all been there. Pre-Java grump at everything.
So I guess what i'm saying is...
Rich white people who probably won't read this....
I get you.... you're welcome for the coffee and optimism.
I hope you pay it forward in some way...
May my smile and
My compliment of your expensive jewelry transmorph through your ears into your brain and out your mouth at...
A fellow employee
Or
Your children
Or
Your husband.
May they see you significantly after you drink this coffee.
Which I did not. could not. possibly tamper with. (Hehe. Tamper)
Because this is self serve.
So, "Go S*rve Yourself."
And have a nice day.
KathleenAMaloney Dec 2015
Beautiful, I Agree
Destined for the sound of Applause,
in the Parade Grounds of Eternity.
It is the Soul of Faith Held High

Hope Revered as the Highest Vision of the Land
Who's Hand is it we now Hold?
Love's Great dwelling upon the Earth

Let it be the soft fingers of misery redefined..
that she too is brought Free from her Service in the Sorrows

Starving masses
Silent, for a Leaders Light
Witnessing Miracle of Giving
Gratitude, for a Dove's First Flight

Radiant Freedom of the Night Sky
So Powerfully Lifted by Love..
Returning, as the Bright Eyes of the Day

Seen everywhere
as Heaven's Faith in Blessing
Miracle Risen Possibility

Freedom
Service for Eternity,
Called Forth,
Cheering from the Grave,
She is Ours to Love forever.
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