Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

WIREMAN wrote:ya mean rear admiral sir george cockburn is
still pullin' my chain?????????????.......................

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translation, please?
who????

and ya know there's this guy I know kinda
reminds me of Don January, coolest golf pro
I ever did know of, used to turn the collar of his golf shirt up and had a long sweet swing................

uh oh...starting to get a lil surreal
but really, my great great great great great grandfather burned D.C.

The purpose of poetry is
to circumscribe the relationship
between generations of ideas.

ya know that's the secret to my succes, the royalty thang, hell I've wined dined sipped and sucked in some of the grandest house's of Baltimore and Washington.....................

a slow train on a slower ship
till we reach our next station

oh man I have to take your word for it, you know my mind was warped by that book Be Here Now

I been looking all over a web site for shakespeare and I ain't found no puppets so I have probably lost the tread, speaking of threads jimboloco just cut me loose with kotex and blood, and thinking about those barbie dolls of women I carry around, with faces but no female plumbing. so wireman is talking about religion and I am thinking oh yeah
judhih "religion is about belonging, men to the left women to the right,"and I have no god of my fathers, maybe now I understand what crazy mike was trying to teach me down in the basement at oreleans and forest st below the trapdoor in the darkness and the dead rats with maggots. kind of zenn thing maybe no god/god
myfathers god of atheism, and my mother's god which was not a jewish plot to enslave the superman. and I am frying catfish, that nasty unkosher fish with no scales and a bottom feeder like me
so I figure I between the god's of my parents I got a fifty fifty chance of being struck dead by lightning for violating some old testement dietary law

i smell something burning

Some burn a city with words.
Some set fire to a country with philosophy.
Some fuel atrocities with the fervor of flame,
Commit arson until the globe flares into carbon
By a lie or a religious rite, claim royalty in order
To dictate social strata.

But it also works in reverse.
In the beginning was the word
And the word is Love.

Speak the word from your lips.
Tip the stem glass to sip the word.
Allow the word to perspire from your skin
And all you touch will become liquid gold.
Set fire to the earth with the birth
Of Love.

We are a new generation.
We are a new generation.
We seek peace through honest gestures,
Each word, our heartbeat.

' the greatest thing youl'll
ever learn is just to love
and be loved in return." eden ahbez

Nature Boy from atlantic to
pacific marking no time,
a spirited flight cross
continents livin' life style....................

next station?

no I am att the end of that line

this is my last stop

and I have had time enough to get my shit together

and be come an innocent again

ancient black holes pulled squatter's rights
obliterating young ovu
and innocent pre-soul priority

like an ancient dead tree

but still standing ahome to furry and feathered and with a growing potential of spontaneous combustion or the next lightning strike.

sir this ain t sureal it is sirloin

a closing sonnet...

Our day today is coming to a close.
No words can e'er be added to this verse.
Yet just as when the sun this morn' arose,
Each moment we are one, a song immersed
In sky, the air, our fair companion gift,
Becomes the atmosphere for share of thought,
Our spirits soon to rise by words which lift
Us into where we touch the hope we've sought.
When sons of generations go beyond
The next to find an answer past the grave,
We seek to hear them speak so soft, so fond
Of Love, the mere necessity to save.
...... These words a meger represented light
...... And with them I will bid my friends goodnight.


Thank you all for a beautiful Word Jam!