Studio Eight(8) Jam

[judih]

engine's workin
it's the view that's gone
beep's a beepin
it's the sense that's missin

somewhere in cyber planes
lie logic and vision
search is on

[WIREMAN]

More snow
**************
Sitting off the coast
Conditions ripe
Pump it up!
Everyone wants it
Work on hold
Life in limbo
Tough times for
the sculptor
Been that way
Maybe always

Poetry party
Yeah a word night
Just you gots to bring it
Jam style
No more night
Now it's "Party!!!"

Delivered alive
Words resound
Backdrop Baltimore
On the Avenue
Facing a better day

[judih]

to feel normal
a powerful reason
a chance for completion

simple equation

[WIREMAN]

Big Sur visions
After midnight
He had never yelled before
Called it a scream
Kinda like Munch
Norwegian chill
Biding my time
Drinking her wine
Weird song
Jam s8
Which is cyber live
& jammin!!!

[judih]

watch for the signs
when snakes wake up
it's coming

[mnaz]

i need big sur
beaten rock rising from fog
above the mystic blanket
i need the black rock
out in bright infinitude
i need the distant flicker
where angels and devils
soaring mountain temples
erode in tricks of rain
i need the boundless
cosmic conundrum

[stilltrucking]

I wish bill gates wrote my life
I could just reset my life to its 'last known good configuration'
I need to go beyond the beginning
before space before time
I need a big bang
or something like it

in the meantime
every blank text box is an invitation to creation
because otherwise I am just waiting around to die

[judih]

every breath
an invitation to creation
every blank box
a chance to connect

[WIREMAN]

Blocks of erudite
Minerals implored
Lost in words
Many meanings
Mucho means
Benevolent
Beneficiaries
of Jam

[judih]

blast off into the future
feet scurry behind mind
mouth hurries to catch up
it's all so smooth
the brainway

[WIREMAN]

Bozo buses
Never fused
Barney!
Slim
or
George
I do not know the way
to San Jose
anymore

[zero_hero]

Charlie and Oona
I don't want no teen age queen
gimme my magic word machine
smooth as the road to hell and back
the sounds of silence buzzing in my ears
the air so still
the light so perfect
the way the music fades after the melody ends the last note lingers
life is a good cup of coffee a jug ah wine and thou—

art my little silicon pal here who connects electrons to condumdrums to eyeballs to fingers snapping rhythms of sounds signifying fury

a furry fang and sword sort of thing

"Is it now?"
studio eight
stream of consciousness random
text box number 1
perpetual jam <submit>

[WIREMAN]

Charlie
Tramped by
shoestring spaghetti
Hands full

[judih]

eyeful, mindful
jogging through the desertland
only camels for friends

[WIREMAN]

Camel calls
Thirst mongers
Jamsters
Spouting lines
Words sacred
Night falling
Silence of desert