Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Jammin
Cool n clear
Up here
Never slamming
Bouncing
Wouldn't call it trouncing
Smooth words
For every boy and girl
All over the cyber world
Glad that ya was able
to come along
Hear me sing my Han Shan
Do-Dah song
Oh de do dah day
Yeah I'm feeling like that
Old Kung fu tv priest
Basho all the live long day
Railroading the word explosion....all hail Mongolia

I get to pick & choose
from 5000 words
cakewalk
gonna mingle
listening to the train blow
coming up to the crossing
leaves beginning to fall
the earth is calling them
just a causing
no pausing

Out the other side
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A recon in
I recon
Through the abyss
A bit short of a deck
Aye mate
Larry Darrell's razors flip
Bill Murray's grandstand
cheering at the Ryder Cup
Oh to be conferring with
the flowers
If I only hadda yadda yadda
Bleached & stitched
Vacuum my gloom
And as for doom
Be not
Lest I forget the juggernaut
Hallow be thy cybernetic day
A wise man told me to read
Jack Kerouac on the Palo Alto
Kingdom cum waylay
Which led to a degree in Han Shan
& H. Miller on that break-a-way
Viva Mongolia!

ya rise, ya fall
like the bleedin sun
follow the bouncin ball

Ob la de
Ob la da
Yeah life goes on
Jammin
Wishin an hopin
Thankful
Willing to face
the winds of change
Wheeling and dealing

trust the moment
that brings the first word
the first fragment
the first sentence
trust the moment looking up
that brings streaks of high cloud
to a blue sky in the morning
trust the moment that brings
a moment following

1 mo
Un momento
That instant where creation
just kicks in
No hesitation
The first thoughts
the best
Ain't no test
No final exam
Or a blueprint, set of plans
Fasten in for everafter
Let's make sure it's
filled with laughter

rain all day now it
clears up just couple of hours
to sunset -
went crazy digging out my beads earlier
ain't touched them since moving down
here to the river
went nuts looking
now the place is a mess
open boxes all over
river carrying more fallen leaves
than when the week began

Clouds out, then in
Now clear
Wire on the table
An owl
A rastafari
Need to make some doggies
Got plenty of models
Lab, beagle, dashund
Slowly but surely
Step by step
Writing again
Jammin
Never slammin
Like jack
Like Henry
Old ryokan
In his 3mat hut
All hail Mongolia

Return the burn
Flibber me flabber
Flim my flames
Coolness sets in
Irie's underneath
Adventures reposited
Post toasty
Always wanted that
old dooterotomy but
I just couldn't
the hell with it
Am I making any
sense of the fall?
Banging my weary
head against the wall
Maybe I'll just wear a
great big grin, look
like I know where
I been.....

That's a great photo, Mark! You're the king!

I love my friends

Down to the lowdown
Good old whatsamata U
Diggin the funky raga
Duckin and diving throughout
The Zombiehood
You ain't seen nuttin like
that Mighty Quinn
Nusrat raga remixed
Leaning to the east
Side by side we just glide
Hearing the sounds of yesterday
So sweet.....so sweet....
The night falling now
Was a beautiful day

the shades of night
were falling down in black
tho maybe it was just the
lack of light, I get revved
in the evening, the dogs
of the day run home for some Alpo
the night is for lovers of life
for seekers without fear
the night is a dare to see
who blinks the secret number
eyelash morse code
blinketly blink blink blink
look into my eyes
you are getting very sleepy
and I am just getting started

All the love
That's in this place
Awesome
Funky little town
Like a love shack
Cookin

found my version of god
in the woods, well actually
lots of gods, they are inside the maple
inside the oak, the blades of grass
and that's all there is, this moment
this communion of living things
this breath of wisdom sucked in
the depths of primordial lungs
this second is all there is, so
let me use it wisely, pen my thoughts
take my walk in the forest
open my ears, eyes and heart
to this and this alone, may I
remain in the moment...all
the moments, with all my presence