Tag Archives: Full Moon

Seeds of Elysium ~ Electric Icarus Concept Album

Not an entire playlist like usual. Was feeling a concept album more appropriate. It is meant to be listened to start to finish. It has a specific flow. Clocks in as a 70 minute LP… Enjoy, happy Autumn to all! Note: Made during the Total Lunar Eclipse.

Behind the Curtain…

I wrote you a song to sing with the birds. Turned out all along, you knew most of the words. Wooing and swooning ablaze, back and forth. I couldn’t articulate, for what it’s worth. Caught up in the amazing beauty and grace. Afraid to be foolish, or make a disgrace. Unwillingly naïve, yet so incrediblyContinue reading “Behind the Curtain…”

Desire to Live

If your desire to live is slim. You’ll live your life on a wim. Take each day and hold it anew. That’s what humans are supposed to do. Time is a river sometimes it rushes, but it always flows. Resulting in various things we come to know. Don’t take that for granted or live withContinue reading “Desire to Live”

Electric Icarus Flow Radio

The newest Pandora station for The Electric Icarus Project. Radio with an atmosphere allowing the mind to Flow… https://pandora.app.link/mPdNnetuepb

Venn Diagram of The Shadows…

Hypnogogic, death embraced logic. A spill not forgotten. A mess tarnished and hardened. One too many shadows to clean at the garden’s. Not necessarily what people want to do. Still are too fickle, this part is true. And in human nature the easiest is pursued. Yet with chaos comes creation. A mothering sense of elimination.Continue reading “Venn Diagram of The Shadows…”

Tales of Moths

Pure daylight, closest to Noon I would say. Upon the entrance lay the moth; black, white, and grey. I finished the cleanse, blew out the candle with no delay. For I had decided my work done for today. Once finished I would declare all I could to need to say. Taking out the remainder ofContinue reading “Tales of Moths”

The Melting Shade of Moonlight

A kingdom where Luna can bless us with her grace. Regardless of any human mistakes. There to remind us we are not a disgrace. Sol to remind us of the day to day. The more ordinary life, so to say. An ethical mundane routine, until we grow grey. Still equally import, simply another way. SomethingContinue reading “The Melting Shade of Moonlight”