Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i see a small lake in the middle of a forest (with great weather)
with no one's name on it.
care for a dip?

i dip my trippy toes
into the flow
of the emerald lake

diving in.
nekkid.

naked souls shake
ali khan quakes
tempo hastens
trance

stilltrucking wrote:the desert at night was always my best time
a windshield full of stars.
I felt like I was gaining on them
As if I was going to drive into the midst of them.

Jack... forgot to mention yesterday how much I liked this...
cool stuff indeed...

Spent thirty years trying to learn how to watch Husserl's TV
through the windshield of a Truck
AIn't going to happen
I gave up onit


Well we are out of the desert today

From the desert to the sea
The sun never sets on studio eight
Sail on Panta Rhei
Sail on Anemone
Sail on sister
Somewhere out there
High above me

deep in th black forest she dwells
deep shadows block out the sun
wooded meadows waiting for flowers
spring thawing
has it begun
or will another late winter snow
slow th budding trees
lest an ice storm freeze them
before they were born

deep in the forest
by the lake
still cool waters
where no gator ever dwelled
i'd take a dip
into nowhere
for nobody
never
done
slamming
bam
tai chi
wave hands at clouds

Her daughter wrote a poem/prayer for me once
The great white chicken
fairy god mother
Keeps me safe under her wing.

Nietzsche said we must have Art least me perish from the truth

I must have beauty to believe in


Galadriel lives
Tolkien was right
but he got the color of the trees wrong
It is a black forest, not the golden woods.

from Black Forest to Guernica
a long lumbering flight
Luftwaffe bombers
there was no deep forest
to shade the town
Pyranees mountain city
why there?
to terrorise the Basques
and check out the armaments
indeed
there are golden woods within th Black Forest
and our Maine sister
lives in rhapture
of th nature that surrounds her.

sailing into a new way
sailing into a new day


Maine sister
maine mother
another child in harms way

Silence is golden
But it would ease my mind
to hear her Cello play us a tune

The wind in her hair
The wind in my sails

Sail on Captain Joshua Slocum

I see a beach
I am walking on it
My pockets are full of rocks
My lungs are full of nicotine

I come upon a sail boat tied up at a pier
The name painted across the stern is
"The Spray"
I jump on board
Toss the lines free
Raise the main sail
and the jib
set the helm
for the opening to the harbor

I am on my way
Ireland or Japan
Does not matter

A pirate looks at seventy
and imagines a good death
A death that is no death
Just an unkown fate
Like my hero
Captain Joshua Slocum

i want hot sand
salty air
waves
a good wifi
connection
jam is always here
there and everywhere
~GO! and for now here
u b the jamminest

come on sadness!
why you so suddenly became a stranger?
let´s eat pumpkins and drink wine tonight, si?
do you remember when we were fighting
Kali´s followers
in the malayan jungle?

riding shotgun
in ravi's vimana
when all hell
broke loose
over the desert
in rajasthan
the resultant pink
upon the stoney
landscape is still
in evidence 22,222
years later