Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"levitational groupthink, like fresh whole wheat bread, steaming with goodness, ready to feed the hungry." Did I mention that I love this?
Probably not. Probably asleep.

nourishment that keeps on giving
thanks, mnaz,
sweet dreams

spring cleaning
inner harmony
free at last
breath
silence
listening
top hat tipping
cane tapping
soft shoe
shuffle
sigh
one more time
uplifting
downtrodden
blues

blues love bad news
feeds the inner smile
hit me when i'm down
and watch me get up
my gettin up is so damn fine
i'm practisin it all the time

i'm sure you do
and will keep on gettin down and gettin up
until we have a
breakthru

you a good role model
for weary travellers

allow me -

jeans glued to me
soaking wet shoes
socks sopping with rain
oh warm brown rice, rich beans
how you welcome me, how you wait for me
my hot shower steams my legs
while you, oh beans, rice and soup
steam my growling appetite
a day of coaxing language
a day of translating algebra
a walk through torrential rains
the puddles, oh rice, oh the wet lakes of distant provinces
my path a national geographic, oh beans
the trucks that would push me into the niagara falls of despair
those walls of wet, oh soup
yet, yea, as i walked through the storm
the gray outpour, i thought of you
you kept me strong
true to my course
oh beans, rice and soup
as long as you feature in my future
i shall walk the toils and atrocities of weather
oh, may this ode entice you to appear in my day, today

feb 20/08 (& i'm not kidding - it's hellish weather out there - food, are you listenin?)

hellish weather makes my day
ice and snow
wind and sleet
keeps me willin
to do my best
coming down is worth the going up
my life as a truck
don't down trod me with bad news
I need happy talk
Don Rumself and George Bush
Speak to my condition
Upbeat
Up the creek

if six six six
was nine nine nine
I don't waste my time
Worrying about the politics of cynicism

I keep my mind on the prize
It's not the pulitzer
it's just my freedom

No guru
No Messiah
Just some poets
who keep me going

I got one more avocada
I got four more silver dollars
I got a half a box of matzos
and two bagels
a half pound of bacon
my kitchen is a blasphemous zone
Bennie my dear old granpappy
would moan
oi vey
Clay
wireman
roxybeast

if not for the music
I would have been long gone
give that beat roxybeast
blues me wirman
sing my blues away lightning rod
slide off your satin sheets doreen
sing me a lullabye about satin dolls
hester I owe you I keep your voice close to me ear
thank you

jimbo sitting my the side of the broken road
artguy leaving traces on my mind
anemone rising from the blood of adonis

I can make with a little hellp from my friends
and a few more avocados

avocados rockin n rollin
alone together
green, soft and lush
makin a party mouth

freedom from fear party
by the rockest red glare
the Katyushas bursting in air

The samurai poets and musical warriors
sing their war songs
We dance our war dance

I put on my war paint
and pledge allegiance
to peace

easier said then done
easier sung than done
here far away
out of range
seems complacent for me to write about peace
maybe it is a cop out
to say world peace begins with me
or as levi asked
do we really want peace

party mouth
dines on macaroni and cheese
my foo dog eats chicken
news tonight remembers a prince of peace
st martin luther king.

jam badda-bing
slammed on the
road again
what day is it?
raining
still working
doc tomorrow
leg?
clots?
outcome
to be continued......let's jam!!!!!!!!

(it´s thursday!)
in the radio
navarro talking with mingus

joni singing with charlie
satch singing w/leon thomas
the creator has a master plan

creativity is the master plan
plan b includes doin it some more
where there's a spontaneous artistic spark
there's hope for group joy