Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Dear Diary,
I should be doing this or that
but I don't want to.

I should get up and feed the cat
turn off the internet and chat,
discover causes to combat ...
but I don't want to.

I should catch up on all my work
become a diligent file clerk,
clear up the pressing stressing murk,
deal with the things that vex and lurk,
but work like this I tend to shirk
because i've got this quirky quirk...
I don't want to.

I should work on a brand new plan,
get in the game, find love, a man
and water the garden with a watering can,
study to increase my attention span,
take art of personal improvement classes,
buy a pair of opera glasses
make myself even better than
i was before, maybe can molasses...
but I don't want to.

Maybe I should mow the lawn
and put my yard shoe sneakers on
make sure my account's not overdrawn
but all these things make me yawn
my energy is long foregone, it's true
that I don't want to.

There's not much you can do, you know,
when desire is gone. Just let it go.

Dear Diary,
That's all I have to say.
Have a good day.

Now that's telling it.

It was a good night
for drinking with the women
they flirted with their whole
mouths and especially
their bottom lip.

It was hard not to kiss them.

If I were to sleep next to a lady,
she'd better be small talk
and more lip.

Just sayin'

dearest of dear diaries..
..or was that high's dairies
used to have 'em in college park,
still might be
1 or 2 around..
..dear... dear.... dear diary
and all yer
dairy products, unseperable.....milk and words.......

Dear Diary,

I'd began my art piece--
a masterly bit of wet canvas
I've designed it to a flaw
that only one could truly
love me.

Loneliness increases
in it's affectionate state.

I bid good nite to Hester sewn beautiful, Janis who sang to her ownself, Anais in her many reflections, to the Cheyenne who raised some man, to my Grandma who spat obscenities to her dead brother, and good-nite to all of me, naught but a dramatic performer to my selves.

Dear Diary,
They closed my favorite
Chinese restaurant.
The number is disconnected.
There's a sign on the door.
I guess I can't have my
Combination Fried Rice any more!

It was so delicious with shrimp,
beef and chicken, too!
With a little Moo Goo Gai Pan,
and I was in heaven, it's true,
so now I feel like they've locked
heaven's gate. What a horrible fate
this is! No more Chinese bliss!

I'm not cooking so I'll have to settle
for pizza, I guess. Bad for my heart,
too much fat, but more or less
the only food to order quick.
Gawd, I hope I don't get sick!

Maybe I should just not eat at all.
This is a tough call.
What a surprising thing!
After 15 years,
they close the China King.
Who woulda thunk?
Maybe instead of eating,
I'll just get drunk.

Dear Diary,
I wrote a poem yesterday.
A poem about a bluesman.
Wanna read it? Sure ya do,
'cause only you can understand
me. Dear Diary, you're my friend,
a friend who makes me feel at home.
Thanks for reading my poem.

..........

How's yer heart, blues man?
What's da good news? What's da plan?
Got dat bumpin' beat, sweet?
Is it pumpin' strong, makin' yer feet dance?
Are ya struttin'? Takin' a stance?
How's that ticker, slick?
There's a chick waitin' on the word.
She's a trip-the-light bird!
Ready for some kick-start jazz!
How's dat hearty valentine?
Is it kabumpin' fine?
Primed and ready for some razzmatazz?
Maximizin' yer life span?
How's yer heart, blues man?

Dear Diary,

I was gonna read some of the Perpetual Jam!!!!!!! but they are no more.

Says, "there are no posts"

I guess I won't jam perpetually although it does give the word 'perpetual' a whole new meaning. I mean, really.

Perpetual is no longer perpetual. Does that make sense?

O well... I can at least talk to you (me) and think about the meanings of things...and whether or not they mean what they imply.

Nevermind Dear Diary...they are back. I guess it is, at least for now, perpetual.

Dear Diary

I been into chick things lately
Western skies


Diary dearest
one day will you be a perpetual jam
and jam the board
to limbo posts?

I love those
the mystery
as others discover the holy glitch
the cosmic goof
the no such existence
the now that isn't

well enough nonsense
I wish you well dear diary
I would like to be here for your first
100 pages too.

SooZ... when it changes pages for the Perpetual Jam... when you click the last page, it shows there are no posts, but believe me they are there! Click the page right before the last page... the 2nd to last... and you'll see them. Once a person adds a post after it's changed pages, the last page click will work. Software glitch. Sorry.

Dear Diary
as I look to the west
I think of Hindu Goddess

So much kinder to a unwombman
than those bitch goddesses of the west

Gray eyed Athena
she gave her daddy a hell of a headache.

the chick things
the black wind that moans

Athena left Hector to die like a fox on the run
And he had it coming

"American Woman stay away from me"

well that's it
I got to go draw some blood
I can't hide here no more

back at you later
dear diary
As i hit the submit button
I wonder what I just wrote
something to offend everyone
I would rather drive a truck

thanks again dear diary
you are my dearest cyber pal
where I can write my innermost secrete thoughts
my private thoughts that i don't let anyone else read but you.

Dear Diary,
I got lost today
but I guess I found
my way
because
here I am.

dear diary..........i got lost once again, singin' in the rain.....in search of a futon, i fell into the purplest of majesties.....no plain of confusion....i floated above all the confusion.....on earth below......

Dear Diary,
There's a hole in the bottom of my head
where my heart fell out and a gash
in my chest where my brain seeps.
Body parts supersede each other.
I'm not sure if I need a brother or a lover
or some mesh of the two. I floated over
a dream, then fell back into you, imagined
a tragedy then saw a majesty glimpse.
I'm decorating my toes with colors and tints,
stars and hearts and glimpses of sun
so I can walk where I'm going and know
where I went before I'd begun.
I'll tell you, perhaps, if I need to continue
or when I think I'm done.
Please pick up my brain from my apron smock,
try to reassemble my heart while the clock's still young,
and I'll meet you on the other side of where I emerge
when you're finished. No matter the outcome,
we can't be diminished.

Dear Diary,
I'm so far behind,
I have to run backwards
to catch up with myself.