Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

listening to you
being you
me thinking about being me

no place like home
no home place feeling anymore
tumbling tumbleweed

My first eight decades
as the wandering Jew
my golden years

listening to still waters

amor fati and The Fate of Place
my ego exceeds my understanding
one step in back of it

who are we
family, sure
we are all family

tribal mythologies persist
except for the goddess
we don't need no stinking goddess

oh that mighty smitey G d of the fathers and mothers before me.

in fifty years it is forecast that Israel will have a soul but not an army
Maybe things will work out for the best. I am not a fatalist just a racist I suppose
from a PBS show about the ultra orthodox Jews, they are the DNA of Israel they say.
So what is my friend Judih, chopped liver?

just delete this chit chat if you think it best my sister myself.

chopped liver
the sad state of affairs
on a cracker

venus on the half shell
is in a sad state
the devil in a blue burqa

They say it is a woman's fault
I thought it was asphalt
haiku this is not

high velocity
roar and circumstance
while i gently sleep

mess around
abracadabra
but what is real?

chakra app
magical aid
silent awareness

somewhere
a chest lies full
all my secrets

click
gulp coffee
breathe air

flu?
you must be kidding
today of all days

Daze off few
Written in the wind
Batten down hatches

new day
bonsai: check
uncharged drill: check

through the darkness
one clear voice
ready for contact

morning camouflage
six o'clock
surprise attack

labyrinth
idea to idea
breath to breath