Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

by all means Doreen, that goes for anything I post.

A war on all wars
has to be waged
by the truly just
the kindly brave
who know they must
for once and all
take a stand
hand in hand
this is a call
to put an end
to vicious cycles
that keep turning
grinding and burning
it is high time
yearning for peace
turning the other cheek
defending the week ...

Been there and back
had a nap on the way
was thinking of you
when you climb out
of the dark side
and fool moon me
out of the blue
my tides came out
and only you
can pull them in.

Been there and back
had a nap on the way
was thinking of you
when you climb out
of the dark side
and fool moon me
out of the blue
my tides are out
and only you
can pull it in
like it was
a piece of cake
for fucks sake
I am knees at your feet
go on and take
the leftover meat
I may be beat
but still ...

5'x4' gouache on wood.

what's left of totomoto is displayed here.

at first glance, I saw an eye through the blinds peeking at me.

Silence my eyes
''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
I have been up and down
traveled round and around
rolling almost like a whirling egg
I've been in and out, so deep and too far out
I have gone through the dire straits so many times
over and over and once again, I might as well descend
into a ...

One sleepless night, paper thin walls, they were the neighbors, this poem came out. I made a performance piece out of this poem with few others of this genre, I went bananas acting it out, yelling and screaming and ranting, I was surprised how many people identified. It is awkward and very dark but ...

Bite marks
all over
her lower
lip
a slip
of the tongue
and cheek
stiff upper lip
She was hurting!
He too was hurting
in his own
different ways..
His anger hurting him
driving him to
temper tantrums
and shivers of rage
like a beast
in a cage.
When they met
they were hurting
together ...

I have fallen head to toe in love with death, beyond the shadow of a doubt I shall be with my beloved, as I age and season gracefully, preparing for that once in a lifetime occasion that only comes in the last moment of life. Meanwhile I am celebrating the inevitable in the here and now, while I ...

As I walk that lonely walk
within the language of stones
up and down in rapid pace
searching for a time, a place
where I can ultimately face
the choice of my own making.

I remain stretched, reaching out
for a vision uncharted in a dream
obscured but viable it might seem

a shadow with a halo, like music to my eyes, touching here and there. With each read, I can hear a fresh tune, imagination triggered subliminally.

cuttin' edge slack for good luck.