Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

society is governed by inertia
gravity
equilibrium.
for every good
there is a bad
for every action
there is an equal
and opposite reaction
we can never lose the middle
but we can try to bring the fucking crests of the waves in a bit
before we redline
and flatline
and get ready
for the next
big
Bang.

ok honestly i have to admit i didnt know that last poem was going to be as good as it was or mean what it was going to mean, conceptually and how it looks. i just wanted to say i'm just as surprised as you are.

or it's something else.

(plunk)

Of course they killed Piggy.
What did Piggy have to offer anyone?

Security?
Safety?
Shelter?
Comfort?
Logic?
Intelligence?

To get rescued
We need to keep
The fire burning.

Power belongs to the hunters.

It’s god talking to Abraham, listen,
“If you kill me a son
peace will be done.”

Abe said, “Lord, or can I just call you god,
he’s my only boy,
but I know boys must die
if war is to end.

So will ya hand me that dagger over there
so I can add to the blood, guts, violence,
incest, decapitation, floods, fires,
stoned ladies and the rest of the glorious
wonders you’ve written in your
happy hardback?”

Suddenly –god got his happy hard on
and, satisfied, said,
“Oh, never mind.”

Michael wrote:It’s god talking to Abraham, listen,
“If you kill me a son
peace will be done.”

Abe said, “Lord, or can I just call you god,
he’s my only boy,
but I know boys must die
if war is to end.

So will ya hand me that dagger over there
so I can add to the blood, guts, violence,
incest, decapitation, floods, fires,
stoned ladies and the rest of the glorious
wonders you’ve written in your
happy hardback?”

Suddenly –god got his happy hard on
and, satisfied, said,
“Oh, never mind.”

o man i need to hear you reading that, m. excellent.

must. keep. fire. burning. only. one. limb. left. to. burn...

And words begin of
“Hair” took my hair for
Peaceful acceptance of
Loss and silver linings streak of
Desperate silent pleas to
Amend our story to include
Pieces of peaces entire intrusion for
Dominant moments to be
Seduced into the whole of
Connection
Like it
Or not
We are all connected
When we are most alive
To all
Forced silence bleeds deeper than
Wounds formed of hate for
Separations insured continuance
No us
No them
No you
No I
We are all here
Now
In pieces leaping in and out of
Fragmented pockets of peace
Trying to piece this whole thing together
They fight for their peace
We fight for ours
Silence induced angry mistrust us
We are no different when separate in peace of
Please grow from losses unhampered by
Strangling silence and hollow words of
One world
One way
But of
One world
Many ways to piece together
Peace
Of your own way into the whole of pieces
Too sure of
Our differences we are at the throat of war
Fighting for peace is to war against the pieces
Contradiction fight peace love peace
Now!!
Force does not know
Peace flows
We
Know rule
Know boundaries
No peace
Know peace through yourself and your connecting the fragments or yourself to the whole understanding we are not so different we’ve all fought for our perceptions to be understood if not dominant our answers do not reference all questions so we hold no peace but our own in knowing one whole no peace is to be had but that of our own while witnessing the connection of one whole illusion of fragmentation

dutiful monkeys
moneyed monkeys
monkey see monkey do
money see money screw

imagine all the people,
help fatten the bot-tom line,
whoa-ah-oh-ohh,
and the losses are expected,
just part of doing business,
and if the killin' needs doin'
then god cho-oh-oh-ose our side...

why do pawns fight for war criminals?
why agree to unconditionally murder others?
because that's just how it is.
if we go so willingly as pawns,
can we still be called as such?
i'd love to lock them up in a cage,
and their lying sack of shit leaders,
let them go at it for all i care.
but it never works that way.
in reality, wrong place-wrong time
gets you cluster-bombed,
and paper hawks blame you for it,
say that you had a choice,
and they had none.

and so it goes.
i wish i had better news.

ab - i wish i had written that. knocked me out.

from a to z and z to a
funny things are here to stay
but we need place to come hometo
a hand to hold onto
o christ
o shit
my words are failing me
got no rhythm got no rhyme
got to get the fuck outta dodge
while i still got angie, my horse

sometimes peace is like a popsicle
small, cold, refreshing
and then it's gone

tonight, i thought i had a popsicle
but as i took the first sweet suck of night quiet
shots rang out from the side that shot ring out from

pop
sick
kill

but then it was quiet
ah, peace
piece of sweet relief

get it when ya can
and appreciate it all the more

i think of peace
~~~~~~~~~~~
i think of peace.......when.....
i think of peace......i think of peace....
nothing alien....something attainable?......
sometimes....given a chance.....it's not unusual......
being peace.....being in the rafters, where everafter's abound...
i think of peace &&&&&&&&&.....i think of peace....&&&&&...
nothin' but the peace.....

L-rod says there be no peace --

Not as long as there are [...]/ different languages /
some of which go left to right / some go right to left /
and some go up and down

the truth is, the more languages
and speakers, the better
the more communication the more community
the more diverse forms of speech, the less the forms of weaponry will reign

we need more languages that go left to right and right to left up and down inside and out around in circles and tied in knots and over and under around and around back again

and back again

Peace the fuck outta this world.
Freedom of peace.

Ricoeur at 6 PM

" ..... Babel introduce la dimension etica en la comunicacion humana. La lengua prebabelica era una facilidad que no daba cabida a la voluntad y el trabajo de comprender al otro."

I have to wash the week's ropa
I have to clean the bathroom
I have to do school work
and I have to leave at 10 PM
and yeah, I also wish peace for all the sentient beings...!

( I'll try to listen Michael's songs now again!)

Abracadabra! If I could pull a rabbit from my hat would I let it run free or would I cage it up and feed it carrots from a hydroponic garden? Cute little bunny tails always have big ears and wiggle their noises to the smell of flowers and weeds alike and in their hunger eat of both. Call themselves the great philosophers of both; who are they that say, they got a soul, but are merely souls who have a body. Allusion is nothing more than a mystical trick that can never be beaten by a gun or a stick. Is always better received by a pat on the back and a kind word and a long prayer directed up above.

yes, la paz es posible!
beautiful songs!

“………do this in remembrance of me”