Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

...enduring laughter
we're still here submitting
the trail is ever longer
yet no less fainter
words on a screen
words etched in minds
words sent into cyber space
words that are carried by bliss.........

words sent into an abyss of cyber-bliss
enduring laughter indeed
a form of tough love
yet so easy
plop!

more rain here tonight
even more dreaming
town hall meeting by the
mayor on the arts
i'll finance my own escapades
studios open all weekend
watchin CJ perform her magic
playin my wired sounds
meeting some cool young artists
watchin the rain fall
& of course walkin the puppy dog..................

weekend flies
===============

excursionary target
always some kinda
hollywood blockbuster
looming
people pinning their fates
on cyber screens
never realizing
nobody cares,

place where faces
lay hidden
beneath the unforseen
seas
cannot be driven
to spill their banks
of blue wonder
beneath an even
paler moon,

poets cannot sleep
till their line of
thought rings true............

weary feet....achin'
just got back from
playin the raga blues
next stop shiver me
timbers in the key of C...........

poets cannot sleep
till their line of
thought rings true............

line of words
birds on a wire
what a wild wild world
cat stevens pops into mind

listening to magnolia mountain from scooter trash download, made my night.

sounds of the
day
cockatiel sings
karen, helene & cj
knit
lessons in cast-on
cast-off
brian sings his folk
songs
the sun shines through
my garden
door
me tappin out a
rhythm
on cyber keys
gonna see what
the
day brings
flowin...............

day brings family ties
my day
going to ride with baby sister
so many women inside her
one of them no longer drivers like a maniac with me in the car
the gift of dysfunctional mother daughter relationships
and absent/dead/monster/father
Going back to the woman that brought me to the dance
Her picture on the back of a book
worn almost away by a million miles
Just keystrokes mark, got a cold, going to try and get out and cruise in the sunshine here, warm day feels like early october in maryland. Sister's self esteem so low, I will never understand this thing called marriage. The bear loves but they got this tug of war going all the time. Locked in the arms of a power struggle, that they can't win and they can't loose.

listening to da blues again
my baby sister got them metafiscal blues again
smart woman now I got to teach her how to fish

this jam don't slip
into no abyss
where cobras hiss
and drunkards do
the do-wacka-do...........

a cobra's hiss
strike and a miss
such a deadly creature
but beauty is it dominant feature
as I sit in the darc
making a remark
working towards a finality
the death of me
written in time
each breath a decline
in my future benefits
a strike and a hit
the cobra bit
and I realize
to my surprise
beauty can be your end
if we fail to comprehend
the warning in the hiss
of the coming death kiss

So wireman you never told me you played here and I in my blindness never noticed this one. Hope you don't mind me adding my voice

death be not proud
death be the coward that fears life
oh yes my young friend
the deepest darkest secretes of beauty
yes when mr black widow calls on his better half
jack be nimble

spiderlove is sweet
but not worth it
I only say that because
lust is dust
is there a karmic wheel, must daughters pay for the sins of their fathers?

the snakey goddess
medusa'a daughter
dances in my mushroom mind
blue, a very beautiful powder blue
There is a painting of a woman's face by abstroint which is exactly that color..

in perpetu
pet yer chia
sandro bar
the door
compo in
the alley
whilst jack
sits on the
killing floor...............everybody is welcome at the jam...........

old man winter
knockin on my windows
bobby mcferrin coo'n with
vollenweider, koto backin
the sound,

trees swaying fast outside
accentuated by the fact that
i'm at the top....................

livin on the roof wid da boidz
wonderin whar th woids com from
lettin the cool sunshine in the window
ready to go down slow
never mo
no go
slow
downnnnnn

like rebirth
last glints of
the sun.....the mind
a face
the blue and grey
clouds move fast
like an italian stage set
the words well up
from the abyss
from the otherside
from that place from which we came......the place where we are going............................................................