Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Flowers in spring will always grow
and you, my friend, should surely know
an open flower is a flower
and nothing more
awaiting April's showers
for other bees to explore.

See polinating in verse of rhyme
my muse has always thought divine
so let me spin a tune in time
and know I will not cross the ...

A poetic shower to rain on thee
might scare away this bumble bee,
but still I'd like to play along
for I'm the flower open wide
inviting you, sweet bee, inside.

Manipulating color schemes
creating false reality
but maybe what is truly seen
are shades within a spectre's dream.

The blacks and blues
and red of blood
make up the world
he now knows of.

The icy blue
of death's cold hand
the ebon shadow's
where he stands
they're all part
of this magic scene ...

Would love to have some cantaloupe
send it up my way
Could use a burst of sweetness
to invade this cloudy day.

I've never experienced love without a noose.
I've always been strangled and bound in the dark
never to break free from the memories of time
living in a nightmare that has stifled my rhyme
as the ink drips on the paper like the tears from my eyes.

A traveling poem it is indeed
but think I wandered round verse eight
it's quite the road to journey down
unless you're filled with tons of time
but if your day is filled with chores
and playing time is limited
you might just stop round #4
and focus on a poem of rhyme
that lasts for just a blink of ...

Your freedom of speech is shining in this one, dear. I love it when you get off on these rants. You have such a strong voice of opinion which I have always admired. There is always much truth in your words. I've never been inspired to write politically about the wrongs being done by the government ...

Oh my God, "C" that is the best story poem I've read in quite sometime. That was as good as Dr. Zeuss any day. Outstanding read this morning. And could be more truth in there then we know. I'll be back to this one. That is just kick ass great.

Hugs and love,
JL

I shall check that out, friend. Thank you.

Liberate, please cut the fence
and let this spirit fly
so she can find her place in life
and tell the past goodbye.

How do you become one with a heart
that constantly tears your world apart
by following it's true desires
which always lead to breaking fires.

I think I'd rather find my mind
and leave my aching heart behind
so I can see with clearer eyes
and focus on reality's skies.

Your music leads to serenity
where the soul is calm and flying free
and beauty flows from springs within
creating rivers of tranquility
to flood over all who dwell with me.

To climb the pole
which holds the moon
will lead us to the star above
to reach and touch
and travel fast,
for shooting stars
remove the past
by soaring us into
the heavens
of a different day
where we are free to play.

Blue men in disguise
I see within my dreams
they're coming after me
from them I try to flee.

I run through flowing rivers
hoping for escape
but yet there sense of smell
is one I can't evade.

I hear them from behind;
my heart's about to stop
from massive fright within
I feel a wicked hand ...

It guides us, but to where?
For still the fence is there
And freedom's just a myth
until our body's stiff.