Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

jammed djembe's
guitars and harmonica
mike on fiddle
last night
hung out with the kids
then rocked out till 2 am.
power to the soul
power rock & roll
zig zagged home
down maxwell street
on my wirded feet

on my wirdfeat
I can dance
first time in years
I was dancing to a beat
this cold morning
"Ms Morgan on Drums w/The Dead Prophets + Solo"
I wasn't marching
I was dancing


still dancing
still trucking
still tappy tapp tappen
this keyboard with the captain

scent of nag champa
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

still in the air
"I love that smell"
Jen said smiling
tribal nights
rainy daze
some make it hard
seeking fast solutions
Lola ran while I sit
& wait, not so patiently

eating last night's pizza
listening to robin trower
"in this place, filled with
empty space"
tap-tap-tap....cyber rappin'
it's the guitar
holds the key
don't-cha-know?
yeah, i thought ya did
all about timing
when i play the blues
i wanna pound the floor
pound that kiling floor
holding down the stone
why's it gotta be so
goddamn heavy?

it is only heavy
when looking for final solutions
we all want to save the world

and it is so big in here
in my dreams I hear my tiny voice echo in the remotest consciousness
and those that would give us final answers
trying to build fences
partioning off what frightens them
I am swinging for the fences
drive one out of that post modern park
of cold intellectual masturbation
I search for the edge,
it is so big in here
inside this skull
sits a three pound universe
it is only when you are trying to run with the weight of lead
does it get heavy
the burden is light
the yoke sits eay

in the invisible darkness is the source of all
not going to turn back until I sail off the edge of my mind

lies are heavy
stones are like feathers
compared to a lie

I am dancing into the invisible light
I am dancing with the dunces
because they need love too

sorry mark I cheated on this one
two edits

I will fear no evil that lurks in my self
I am the biggest dunce I know
in the confereacy of dunces that surrounds me

I can hear the music
I can hear the beat
I am happy
that is all she ever wanted for me
my happiness

I feel a responsibility to be happy
if that sounds heavy
so be it

"just be happy!"
dalai lama quote
easy-hard?
facing forward
dodging boulders
ping pong ball
in the rapids
all leads to the
everafter
i was asked what
i meant by refering
to the other side
in my works all
the time?
hard for me to concieve
of someone needing
to ask me that ?
i still refuse to give
an answer...........

always a duality
apollo and dionysis
that bitch whore reason
always wants to tidy things up
sorry I missed you
I was thinking about hello Dalai too

I am not holding down the stone
I am rolling the rock

give me a beat boys to free my soul

If saint jack were here he would be doing spontaneous html. Check this out.

The Birth Of Tragedy From THe Sprit of Music

"If I can't dance to it I don't want to be in your revolution"

drums the soul
drums the rock + roll
on the plus side
2night
snow coming
sound the alarm.......

I need snow
I need the peaceful ness of snow

just me and Mz Blue Two
near the summit at eleven thousand feet
at dusk
in the cloud impaled on the mountain top

dark gray sky
pine trees
an eidetic image of beauty
and awe


I have never seen snow like that before or again.
snow flakes the size of hubcaps

Mz Blue Too, me and that old truck were hanging on
like 18 wheels humming home sweet home

cyber soaps
on a rope
gotta keep this
lil mo-chine shinin'

confronting the
not knowing
alone o so.......sacred
too good for
me

exodus followed
by the burn
before ya jump
from the fire
go sizzlin' in the
frying pan

"takin' lil white pills
and my eyes are open
wide!"

out there with Big Joe
listening to Red Sovine
on the run.....on the run.....on the run..........

I still got the dime
Let's have a cup of coffee on Old Big Joe
Lunch today wihr my birthday with little sister and the bear
Celebrating my birthday
The bear brought me a picture of a Baltimore Clipper ship
Hung it on the wall for me
I can watch it from my computer it hangs next to the bookcase with my globe.
The globe is turned so that the Atlantic and South America are visible
By eyes go from the picture to the ocean
As I sit here and type
Life gets sweeter everyday
These are my golden days.