Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

still here
land of the be
home of the
o say can u see
but please be brief
& why not try jam?

its pure within the old white man
he knows he is castigated
pretense out the window
you must speak truth
the times are a changing
been done for a while
no excuses anymore
love must be exchanged
i am curious
to what of this are you doing

I'm brief
born that way
I'm the turned leaf
clinging to the tree
hanging on while knowing
that sure my time is coming

I'm brief
born that way
I'm the turned leaf
clinging to the tree
hanging on while knowing
that sure my time is coming

the danglin' piece of rawhide
answers blowin' in the
south baltimore breeze
the one who waits
patiently, indeed i do say
no need of further searching
all this live long day

the perpetual
no definite end
more ebb & flow
beat
hold on 2 your seat
for the ride
et spiritu sanctu then
you'll see the other side

doll by carole jean

go thirsty
on thine knees
to yonder wishing
well, one more time
stop on a dime
eat it raw & prime
bumpy ride to
the other side
all them do-wacka-do's
the pushin' thru's
on my knees again
layin' it on the land
fish thrown upon
the sand

I can't jive the jam
there be no sham
I would walk on my knees
from boulder to birmingham
just to see her
in my dream

simetimes I think
this side that side
is a trick of the light
the first four billion years
went by in a blur
the last sixty eight
have taken a lifetime
to break on through to the other side

I think about tiny particles
entangled up in human form
and then they say we die
but those atoms stay in touch some how
I don't know how to say i t
been a long time coming
be a long time gone
and it will be entangled up in blue
forever more
going and coming
always
we come and go
and come again and go
Buddha my heart
Jesus my soul
see u on the other side of this side of the side we are on
there is a party going on
dancing to the light

too much thinking
not enough drinking
maybe
words fail me
I just know it is all good

nothing is lost forever more
bumpy ride
bounce for her

I am crazy jack
I say too much
I say too little
As I remember how to die

The old man on his death bed says to his daughter
"I don't know how to die"
She could not help him to remember
but eventualy he did.

please forgive me
I am fearful
for my words
drifting through the cyber space
may do no harm
cause no pain

I know it is going to be okay
when I get to that river
and crossover to the far shore.

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....and then i find myself
in the middle....call it life
love.....on the edge....in a binge....ready for the singe ST >>>........

I am in the middle of the end
we will all meet up again
by the time we get to Vela


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meet again and again
endless cycle
of rides
harry lime on the
ferris wheel
not ready to deal
with his pulp novel
writin' best friend

all the giving
a damn
dwindles down
to silence
rainy day
cafe sittin'
tap...tap...tappin'
the everlastin'
all i ever wanted
was a jam pardner

cj's garden in sowebo

the morning weeps grey
splashing drops spilling circles
into puddled mud

so cries the sky

Five years and three days
and we keep jamming on
sometimes with heavy hearts
but still light on our word feet

at our finger tips.....perpetually
"GO!"...the power to "JAM"....
any time of day or night, when
the feeling hits ya just right
all ya gotta do is click it on &
hopefully someone's gonna
join on in and the word will be
long gone, riding the cyber waves
creating a lil bit of that old purple
haze, right now that 2-way radio's
ringing in my ears, but if any of ya
wanna jam?.....just let meknow when,
I'll be right back here..................wired

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