Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

She and you.
You and her.
The two of you.

Dancing in the grass,
going all strings and kites.
You.

this
got to be so far from me
is it memorex or commentary

if I could give you a beat
a cheshire smile
it would give me a reason to live

it is all about time
snoogy-woogy wips
nothing beyond the pleasure princi;pe
just to dance with the girls
bounce for the girls

thank heaven for the girls
they grow up in such delightful girls
some buddy lay talmud on me
cause I got no poetry
just gratitude I was created a man
and not a wombman
we are such lucky unwombman to have you all as our "others"

sorry got no poetry
just a common commentary
but I would love to see you when you hit your fifties two dame. If for no other reason then I would like to live to be ninety seven. Then I could say I live fifty years longer than Jack Kerouac and died a virgin.

poor old saint Jack
he got in a hurry
so old so fast


he got too old for his "real gone chicks"

Being a woman.
It's like carrying a kite string
through the streets in a flush
to try to happen upon
the one bright paper
she'll be want to fly,
but it's not an easy find.

If she does
she'll be again
like children.

All I got is commentary.
I hope to know you then.

fly a kite
catch the breeze
listen to the music
count my blessings
as I live and breathe

see you then see you now
see you later
Oh say can you see
time go bye

"And the days that I keep my gratitude higher than my expectations I have really good days"—Ray Wylie Hubbard

I was wandering the boardwalk in ocean city maryland about forty years ago, when I stopped to listen to a blind man playing his guitar, he was standing there with his little dog named Mandy. I forgot what I said but I remember what he said to me, "I am grateful I found music before it was too late"

me too
thanks for the music
so mysterious to me
so magic and powerful
like poetry

Spring has sprang here and summer coming fast
92 degrees a few days ago
just checking in cause I thought of you today for some reason,

I guess it was this comment from Ray Wylie that made me think of you mark

"...bonafide blues and the rock and roll truth"

do you still believe in rock and roll?

every generation got to break on loose

they say its got a back beat you can't loose it

i need a jam with
easy replacement parts
ya know, a huge after-market backup
i mean like all the way
to God

jittlerbug was a car automechanic
bust his knuckles fixing cars
trying to play his guitar on a the week ends

"singing after all thes years I am still alive
cut me loose let me fly"

any old music I can use it
crossover gansta country rap rock and roll in three quater time roll over beethoven.

me and jitterbug after war

He played trombones and harmonicas,
a little mandolin and the silver saxophone.
I said he was mine, all mine
and I conversationed him
out on the dance floor.

I grabbed his buckle and said,
"Hey Mister Charlie Black. Charlie,
do you know how to play everything."
He was in a white suit,
looked out and winked at me.

Of course i am a poseur I have no music in me
I could not fart a tune

there is only one god
music

Goodbye to so-called friends
who were never friends at all, I guess.
It hurts but pain is part of life,
the ultimate, confusing mess.

Bridges made of concrete,
bound with blood from hearts,
were never meant to crumble
from the start.

So, if you want to burn them,
that's your choice, not mine.
I am a builder of strong bridges,
I don't destroy them, nor malign
their value or their worth.

True friendships last 'til death
beginning at the meeting birth.
And so I guess this friendship wasn't true.
I wish you well. Goodbye to you.

I was looking for one of those "click worker" jobs and one company I applied to said I needed to get a fACebook page and a Paypal account. So I signed up and now I have six friends. I was feeling like the most popular guy in town till I remembered that that the "underwear bomber" had a couple hundred friends and was still lonely enough to try and blow up an aireoplane.

"Well we ain't gotta a barrel of money But we'll travel along side by side"
Carol King says to tell you gotta friend

Friendship is practically a religion for me these days

inFriendship
"quacker jack"

Friends are valuable. Friends are true.
I hate it when I find out a treasured friend
is not my friend at all and never was.
How about you?

It's like getting sucker punched.
A rude awakening. Shockery.
Feels like someone poisoned my lunch.
Makes me physically ill. A friendship mockery.

smiling faces
come and go
enemies accumulate
feels like a smack in the face
with the but end of an Uzi

Enemies? I never had one. I build bridges. I don't blow them up. Having enemies is STUPID.

feels like a smack in the face
with the but end of an Uzi

EXACTLY!