Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

before the sand dunes
the trees brown
the fields dry and crunch
before the sheep gobble grain
goats glean cotton
orange blossoms swell
grab the fresh taste of spring
hang on and glide

hang on and glide

spread your wings,
glide over treetops,
soar your soul in a
widespread flight,
light the sky with
spring, sing like an
eagle, caw your raw
spirit, hear its ethereal
glee! be free like the
wind! winter is gone!
it is spring. hang on!

(judih, second photo is banner material! may i?)

just a spring digital about flight

aereal sights
the fresh taste of spring
blows in me

sprung spring
cool spring
rainy april
as it should be
hanging
dangling
wondering
limbo rocking
music soothes
my savage beast

make making music
our hour of meet,
of meat. Open our lives
to the joy of rhythm.

meet in vegetable chlorophyll light
long stretch of sunshine
fragments of sound
whatever we hear is right

becoming jam
yes it tis
on the heels
of francis scott
the key man

hey can you see or can't ya
can you see or can't ya
can ya or can't ya
can or can't
see or not see
can ya?

well maybe or maybe not
i could see or maybe not
i'd see if i could see
but i can't or maybe
can you?

if i could see
the shining sea
in the morning
imploring
exploding
with light
amidst a life on
splice
red beans and rice
wedding gowns in
windows
fortelling x-tatic-see
beyond belief
o please make it
brief

x-tactic-see!
feel the drive within
take it for a spin
i'll give out before i give in

I thank spring
before anything
with the outside-birdie
and the inside-crow

bananas in honey
a black piano in the corner
where all the outside-light
floorish thru cotton glass
seaside view
inhale´n on the porch
exhaling away from the door


just feedn the cat

springtime looks better from this side of town

look up to storks
gliding wind wisps
free sky spring

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