Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I got the hat, the shield &the full armor; as I kiss my horse and ride off into the sunset after rescuing another damsel or dragon in distress—
leave her laughing when I go, or at least smiling, sometimes a wry smile, but what the heck, it is the humor of Christ

neener neener
works on me, ya knows.

Yes, sometimes it was a struggle A sure way to piss her off is to try and fix things for her.

I try to keep an open mind, sorrows and joys, life and death, so many worms at the core of consciousness, saints and sinners, a way a path in life, lamplighters starlight celestial navigation going home by internal navigation like a duck in Tibet

saw that fish banner today on studio eight, I keep meaning to down load it

it is all just a pinky ring on the divine mother's toe the hindus say

She'd paddled far out there
then panicked and couldn't
make it back.

When it's dark
and the moon is up,
the waves jump

I think I see a sparkle of her ring
reaching there in the sea.

It's good, Jack, how ya gots a handle on it and staying open minded.
I think she'll think you feel warm and sitting near telling her to be a cowgirl and eat the beans, start fires and use soap, lots of soap, tell her.

Introduce us,
yep that's us.

It's good, Jack, how ya gots a handle on it and staying open minded.
I think she'll think you feel warm and sitting near telling her to be a cowgirl and eat the beans, start fires and use soap, lots of soap, tell her.

No dame I don't mean to say I got a handle on it.
Still struggling
everyday like starting over
Billy Joe Shaver a mean old son of a bitch
but dam he looks fit.

thank god for cowgirls that eat beans and fart

If I and If I
don't make it up over that hill
than baby, baby

I'm telling ya right now
right about now
I'm telling ya
my shadow will.

I'm standing at a reindeer kill in western Alaska myself. With a bunch of Eskimos. Once they get it all butchered up it will be hauled back to the village by four-wheelers.

Big party then.

Box full of hums,
I'm the drum,
I'm the drum.

Pick her up
make it last
on some,
on some.

Hum...
Hum...
Clocks and talks and moving fast.

o yeah don't
want to be stupid
but at the same time it's
not a safer chemistry
I'm looking for
life just like waking from a nap
every moment

i had a time where i was watching everything - in nigeria- i was not italian or african- i was a a lil different anyways- in the native community = people look at me funny until i 'prove ' myself; now i am the one that had to be who i am= everyone else was taken anyway- entertaining in the woods or here on the farm- there is always that secret portion of ourselves that has moments of looking beyond what i am seeing- like a passageway to another place- opening-looking so carefully at ourselves and everything around us - might be bad for us- maybe all this introspection and reflrction and medataion is a really just another 'used car salesman' spirituality- that if i do this and this and this and this- i can be more spiritual- ha h ah ha ha cosmic jokes-all of us- taking ourselves so seriously- i like the laughing buddah the best

touched by torches burning
in the thighs of the woman
yearning
fire will not go out
she begins to pout
sadness overtook her
she had to relook her
rasta man see me
laughter redeem me

tell me rasta ehere we are
love me now

It's true, I'm not a very easy laughter and I know I should be. Sometimes I'm so dang cautious about every thing, I forget the enjoyment or to find any. I should try to work it in more somehow.

If I could draw or paint,
I'd paint pictures of a small lady battling a giant monster lawn mower, a basement full of spiders, her lifting a building and prolly one of her reading instructions on a large billboard of how to change a fuse.