Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

new toys
keep the boy
alive and kicking

boyhood pursuits -
who knew that some would last
a lifetime?
a friend's parents'
tape recorder
mock tales of terror
needing scripts
and sound effects........
my dad's kodak carousel
slide shows
with music.......
high school math lab
trying to write a game
via teletype
on dartmouth's mainframe
but lacking the knowledge
of basic physics
until college
and beyond......
career......
..............
who knew?

woke up
head pounding
tom tom and bass
doesn't seem right
to sleep the night
only to be assaulted
is my karma askew
did my karma run over
my dogma
did I piss of the sandman
or am i caught up
in the randomness of time
in all her permutations
the spinning clickety-clack
wheel of fortune
the red the black
the yin the yang
the ramma lamma ding dong
the cyclical evening-out
the roll of the dice
the laws of average
seven come eleven come a migraine
come heaven

never a good thing
head hurtin in morning

dreams
just can't remember em

they're there when I'm sleeping
then slip away so fast
some really good ones too

hints
glints
recollections

a Buddha today......

consult buddha
dream details may follow

good to see the wireman
wiring his way back to health
in faces of dawn, metal becomes
something else entirely
the mind twists the coils into art
and colleagues are heartened
that life is burning bright despite
the limitations

jam on me
l wanna jam wid u
& u & u
a jamnation
creating the word
flow and flow forever
no worry bout the weather
Rollin n strolling the word
like the days of old
when we got excited to be ever so bold
put the life on hold....and JAM!!!

anyway afternoon
tailgate a teacup
sunlight below fish
yeah -
bodyguard haircut
ballroom moonbeam
superhero underfoot goin' upland
I got me a bookend a cardsharp and playback
no way can I last
in need of an airlift, nobody newscaster
thunderbolt weekday firebreak
I'm on wheelbarrow wavelength
sharecropper with everything
but a passkey
breath it out
breath it out
anyway evening jam
~

Deadlifting kettlebells
Swinging kettlebells
Squats with kettlebells
Pressing kettlebells
TRX rows, step-ups
Pushups, sit-ups, curls,
Downward dogs, upward dogs,
Crawling on hands and feet
Run, jump, climb the stairs,
Sprint around the building

Lifting barbells, dumbbells,
Head ringing like a Southern belle
Every muscle sore and more and more
to come.

Six weeks won't be enough.
Need to make it a lifestyle.
I'm tired but not tired enough.

Doreen is RocketGirl !

Hey Doreen !
Get a Bike !
Ride it regular
and I double damn guarantee
you won't need nothing else ~
plus you'll end up
with a smile on your face
unless you have something
against smiling

A bike for 2
Oh say can't u see
The good people Rollin
Down the avenue
Back in 1902
Give me your answer
Do-waka-do
Looking sweet

let's go hiking
mary land has thousands
of mind-bending trails
was deep in the woods yesterday
no cars, planes, voices, people
just a few whitetails
and the takeoff of a majestic heron
and spider webs better than art , or
at least as cool....two hours
narrow trail named after a Jesse somebody
Jesse's Trail on the sign
and I wondered if Jesse was a dog or a man
grave marker at 450 feet
and the woods was lush and sensuous
like former lovers, well at least
that's the way I remember it
been too long, but let me not digress
do the woods jam, branch out
go out on a limb, leave it all behind
it's tree-mendous
tree jam

the mingo wrote: September 21st, 2017, 11:53 pm Doreen is RocketGirl !

Well, thank God I'm not a dotard!



.....
Yeah, let's ride bikes,
take hikes, lift weights
and dance. I like it all,
every chance I get.
I bet if you had a pair of
tap shoes you could do
a mean shuffle-off-to-buffalo!
Or you pedal, I'll tap,
and we'll all snap our fingers and go
walkin' down the wooded trail!
We'll just keep movin' and
inhale, exhale.

inhale/exhale
mchale's navy
sailing takes me away
but ya gotta watch that boom
10:28 all ashore who's goin ashore
we was talkin bout bikes, I believe
and hikes
and of course the old do-waka-do
Rollin on a river
or just watchin the river flow
barbells and push-ups
buttercups
even Reese's cups
daisy if I do
dizzy if I don't
I wire you bike he hikes she lifts
to each their own
all about honing the bone
bottom line
it's all jam

hiking
biking
lifting
dancing
walking, talking,
whatever
hear the lungs pant
feel the heart pound
and the sweat flow
and you know
it's all good
the animal lives
so the soul it contains
can marvel
at what is
so let's jam it up
feel the burn
while we can
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