Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

you gotta pick up every stitch
yeah
must be the season
it's open season
JAM>>>>>>>>>

i love my man jerry
he paled beside
and he knew it and let it
twas janis' show
she of the eyes
seduce me

janis in her days
twas a glimpse
peering over the edge
but ducked back by the corner
peek-a-boo once more

love happens in spring
love awakens with the first spring bird
a sudden realization
that love sings next door
and awaits that first cup of sugar

love nudges her sweet innocent fronds
unfurled into daylight
smiling so innocently (Look at me!)

love dangles her perfumed wrist
under the nose of winter
convincing snows to melt
(time waits for no one)

love flirts with her unsweatered shoulder
her soft silken neck
she paints an earlobe with queen anne's lace

and love tingles spring
vivid high potential
a kite unravelling her string

and we "Cry Baby!"
remember my 1st
glimpse of that
gypsy queen
menlo park cali and
it
all seems like
a distant dream............

i loved my man jerry
he of the wise accompaniment
the beat of understanding
the conductor of energies so fast to flow

i loved my woman janis
giving more than feasible
and giving it all over again
did she know then?

my heart ripped out and walked away
i gave it to her
a transplant for the taking

love in all it's styles
judih hit the nail
of spontaneity,
praise be the
comin' of the new day
she will fly!

ahhh spring
sands wet in neap
bring life and love
crabs unto my THUNDERING heart
that gypsy lady smiled through me
she showed me spring
clear as any spicy souq i still smell

jammin' be thy word
the sync is on the brink............

i would thunk
cry baby for me
sad and happy

i drink up songs
downloading syrup
nectar and sand

she wanted love
screaming for love
lost if found, i think

I have partaken of Love's feast,
complete with courses, first, the appetizer
tease, next, the soup to sip, warm, inviting,
afterward the salad, crisp, enticed with endives,
olives black like holes in hand-drawn eyes, later,
a main course delicate to partake, sauces drenched
to satiate a Queen, and I have gleened ideals from
corners of eyelashes while maids made their way to
serve, their aprons laced around their middle-belly,
svelte as sliced mahogany, sand-smoothed into
wood sculpture, seasoned with salt, peppered with
accented herbs, warmed-up by a blow of breath!

spice sea
bosphorus
istanbul direct
as spring parts her bedouin vest
and lustily plays a hand-carved lute

beneath that ball & chain
and the southern comfort drain
layed a mojo soul that
never did nothin' but roll................

Souk shuk market bazaar
feasts fit for royalty
picnics for kings
music for the jamminest crowd
where appetites long for other things

long black veil
hides a communal tale

i sailed the dardanelles
until history taught me bosphorous
and then again
was made to drop the u

but wordplay no more
i do adore
that morning texas dew

did you ever neeeeed, i mean really neeeeed...that man so bad, so hard, so cryingggg all night long? why do we neeeed...why oh why, sweet lord, why do i neeeeed that man to come a knockin at my door? if'n i could only get some o' that man...if'n i could only get me some o' that sweeeeet love...yessah, then i would live in peace....

she and pigpen do it for me
did it for me
will do it for me
plainspeak

soul chooglin'

yes'm judih
you do know the magik of the souq

saving my soul
through weary desert storms
love
and the five pillars
proud and worn
unashamed
valid, to be sure