Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I gave up
on giving in
gone a make the most of it
till it's my time to Go

Ingrid Bergman's daughter, Isabella Rossellini, lives on Long Island. When I was waitressing a few years ago, I was fortunate enough to serve her a small garden salad and a massive order of calamari, which was sold as an appetizer but eaten as her main course. She was lovely in person, and had interesting friends - gaunt women wearing large rings, and men in black turtleneck sweaters.
http://mrssplapthing.blogspot.com/2011/ ... rgman.html

i did not know what day it was
night for lovers last
everybody has their time

it was a good time
still got good times
not one woman I want anymore
I want them all
except for the ones that want me

F Scot and Zelda
star crossed lovers
Don't know why I just thought of them


"where are the children of sun light
- why did they all have to go
we all have our time in the sun
- if we fill every moment with love/in?
the time will see that it's done" —the spinoza of jew town

Lombard St (aka) jewtown
Lloyd St and Lombard St
the heart of the Jewish ghetto
The Lloyd St synagogue now a museum

My favorite synagogue was the one on Fayette St that was converted to a pool hall after the bourgeoisie moved moved up and out of East Baltimore.

There was a beautiful sense of space and light in that pool hall. Good accoustics too the way the balls knocked together as if every other sound was hushed, just the click of balls bouncing off each other. What can I say? Feng Shui was very good.

Open spaces for two days, Alamo Plaza all day. Dealing with the world, smiling faces, hard cases, a welcome change from my cave dwelling five days a week.

Indoors in my inside space

between my ears
between my eyes
and the medulla oblongota

My oblonging gota of life

long gota go

building near central ave.?
music off
day off
snow might miss us
stay to the south
music on my mind
the next war
move out to the country
plant a victory garden
and play harmonica
all the live long day
which is going real fast
as we all make our
getaway
like an old time western movie
off into the sunset we glide

yeah you can only
grapple just so much
time to let go
time to go
tracks going off
over the snow

It's what to let go
and what to keep
letting go of God
keeping to the way

Amor fati
listen to the music

wanna be seamless
in the beamless
willing to leave
mixin up the medicine
bobby z when he went electric
me playing the 21st century
i never thought of this now
back then
follower of the goddess
no ring in my nose
wanna be seamless
forever dreamless
i get lost in them
know the cost of 'em

cry no mo...mp3 ~old poem from baltimore daze

seamless dreamless
tears and fears
fearless of dearness
a woman's tears
Don't know anymore
I wanna be whole
gods and goddess
know my intent

ready to go
when the tears are gone
when suffering ends
and the music never stops

Iwanna iwanna so many things still
wanna be a poet
a cowboy and a astronaut
sail the oceans
live free
dance with the goddess
I was born to follow
and me still crazy

I will be seamless and dreamless
deathless
I will be whole
from pole to pole
from life to life
on the nirvana express

I will be fearless!

and conquer that patch of grass
over there called World.

this is not a commentary
this is a poem

glad to see around again you lucy two dots

I was thinking about a poem you wrote a long time ago.

I will be unfeared.

UnDeath
by Lucy! » Fri Nov 25, 2005 1:38 pm

This

This existence
the UnDeath of us all
is not tangible or real
Nor is the era
of Death or AfterDeath

A brief present
An everlasting past
An astral, eternal future

PreDeath drips into UnDeath
Undeath plummets into Death
AfterDeath ravishes all

Nothingness emerges

Predeath succeeds again

LT
11-25-05

Lucy!

Posts: 207
Joined: Fri Sep 24, 2004 3:40 pm
Location: Here

from whence do i????
irie heights and another
jah day
cool hands chillin'
still march
kinda like march
new york in march
is pretty nice
red beans and rice
in the village
i see all dem people hoppin
the northeastern
in the evenings
at union station
met ralph nader there
last year
he was signing copies
of his book at
the news stand

eastern mix mp3

waiting on the 133
takin' a breather
squeezer
lookin' in the mirror
all about time

time in a drum
tick tick ticky
burning a candle
kicking a bucket

all about a dance on the grass
She going to be rich and famous someday
I would give my right arm just to see her at fifty

write like that

I will be fearless!

and conquer that patch of grass
over there called World.