Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

city lights
the beats were right
new heights

how many beat years
how long the rhythmic shuffle
before and after

and the beat goes on
Sonny Bono's epitaph
after meeting with tree

back to light, silence
a child wanders the desert
on the big beat earth

mnaz wrote: March 1st, 2021, 2:31 pm back to light, silence
a child wanders the desert
on the big beat earth

oh, so beautiful
(p.s. in favour of living this ku)

beat patriots
beat matriarchs
beat of a different drum
beat footsteps
on the yellow brick dharma

it makes me smile
to know we are stardust
I wouldn't really wanna be
anything else
that's right I ain't kiddin
97 % stardust said Carl Sagan
Joni Mitchell sang about it
cause it's really a thing
I ain't makin it up.....
I'm just smilin, that's all

we are also 3% dark matter forever strangers to ourselves.—smilingjack
got no quote to back that up
the thought struck me like a clock striking13.

there's a dark star in my black hole
Newtonian gravity grabs my shoulders
I live in a spiral jam galaxy of music and dance
gonna dye my hair infrared or maybe indigo blue
walk through time with a hipster spaceman strut
do I need say more
well OK
I will then.............................................
More
More
More

old jammers you can't buy them
this maybe the longest new year's jam ever
3 months but whose counting

I climbed into my old jammers
and crawled under the comforter
that went a long way to providing the comfort
claimed in its self appointed name
I mean lets not undervalue our creature comforts
there is no shame in being comfortable
just difficult sometimes either by no fault of your own
or sometimes completely your own damn fault
but in any case, I respect my creature appointments
they're like me, middle of the road
not too fancy, not too cheap....I'm a lucky guy
I got a few gizmos that make me smile
but mostly, I got love !.........priceless

everyday new
yeah yeah yeah
except for the old

creatures of comfort and the theory of the leisure class
all watched over by gizmos of loving grace
a revelation every day
with love in your world

going down to the bay today
with an initial romp through the black marsh
man is this place crawling, swimming, flying
with life
gonna make my way to the sand and set up camp
a family hangout as precious as any gem

gonna sit in the garden today
the cicadas seem to have moved after that rainstorm
I will read and write and dream
what more is there really