Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

You are missing.
We are missing
you.

20 years and never
a glimpse of anger or frustration,
My friend, my dear friend, the creator,
the energy to connect people, oh my friend
you are so missed, so missing, so much
absence, your presence is so much
absent— the vibration of our lives, our
community, so very much aching!
Please come back! We await you with
embraces!

It’s a difficult time.
I always knew we would lose
Everyone eventually.
Everyone.
Some leave for new adventures,
social media stations, new friends.
Some die of cancer or heart disease.
Some people never get a chance to say goodbye
Or see you later, or whatever they want to say
Before they go but they just stop, and we don’t
see their names anymore!
I just never ever thought I’d be worried
that someone so dear and precious could possibly have
been murdered or taken hostage
And so I’m out of my comfort zone,
Often crying for you, your children,
your grandchildren, waiting waiting waiting
Just in case— with hope and some freshly baked bread
and homemade soup.

I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.
My mind and heart are ripped apart!
Solace comes only when I know and remember
every single day, every single time, that you have
been peaceful and encouraging others to connect
with love and creative energy!
I’m crippled with the inability to express myself.
Continually thinking of you, your husband,
your children and grandchildren,
Your many many friends who love you!

I fear
Everything I say is wrong.
All I have is hope and love.

in a world gone mad -
an asylum run by lunatics
spouting delusions
worshiping false gods
battling false demons
measuring acumen in decibels -
one voice
quietly
floated above the noise
with words of mindfulness
harmony
simplicity -
a friend to all -
crafting beauty
and encouraging those
who strive to do the same -
a threat to no one
and yet...
the lunatics still run amok -
kindness, 0
ignorance & hatred, 5000
and counting -
meanwhile
we wait
and hope

Two hostages have been released today.
No names yet. Am I crazy to hope so much
It could be Judih and Gadi?

My heart aches
And takes
My head with it.
I am distraught and angry,
Sad and crushed

If I am so affected, how must they feel?
I cannot imagine their suffering, so
much more, so much more, so much
to deplore, the evil deeds of human animals

Who could harm the most peaceful peace-loving
people on the planet?

I pray incessantly to the Universe
Let there be relief from this madness!

The hurt connects us
As it separates
May those not responsible
Be spared more retribution
In this I place my hope

Oh sister, oh sister!
how could I Go!—on without you?
Cry me a river and I would still be lost in the Negev—

Cry me a river.

(idiomatic, usually sarcastic, by extension) To try to obtain the sympathy of another person by complaining or sniveling.

I suppose my autistic brain has problems with sarcasm which makes for stupid remarks.

First Sisters. When I was growing up the only women I knew or knew me were Jewesses.
Is that a stupid racist thing to say?
Beats me, it sounds tribal to me but I been read that

Squaw

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Contemporary use of the term, especially by non-Natives, is considered derogatory, misogynist, and racist. ... offensive ethnic, racial, and sexist slur, .

repression depression don't it want to make you jam all night listening to a song called Mohomed's Radio on the broken radio in my head. don't it want to make rock and jam all night
the power of this board has for me is the emotions and thought in my brain that makes the trip to my fingers so that the inner voice connects to the text I am reading as I type
Is wishing like hoping?
Then hope is all I got left—
But I was raised on sarcasm.
so i try not to shit in one hand and hope in the other.


a rose is a rose by any other
First Sisters Shapiro mother and daughter grandmother and aunt
David Copperfield crap and all that stream of conscious jive
jamming in the hammer lane for sister judih and her better half>>>>>>>>>>>>
wireman, wire man, my action saint are with me tonight ?
oh boy goy
oh boy jambalambajam

first thoughts best thoughts are hard to hear in a dim light

so much noise
static in the attic
in a time of war

another day I sit around and think of you.
And what is happening with you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Z_rzScV3T

rock and rollers memories of youth
faces and places I love. The way you felt the first time you came to The Holy Land
I first loved action poetry from reading wireman.
blessed be his memory
memories of the gone world when the love train leaves the station
Ferlinghetti walks the ashes in Nagasaki a week after

It's Alright, Ma
I am only sighing missing you..

hope is all we got
forget about rationality
forget about sanity and fairness
these are the questions posed
by people that know how to love
these are the feelings felt
by people than can think for themselves
blind ambition, books that are sacred
that few have read or understand
dominate the actions
so what we have left...is hope
Israel may be as dangerous as Hamas
There
I've said it. hoping not to offend anyone
but c'mon....bombing, ground invasions
can't be good for hostages
So what is left
Hope
Hope is all we got
And that's all I do
Everyday
I hope upon hope upon hope
I always was a sucker for movies
where the impossible happens
where the climax is above all odds
and the good guys come out okay
and this feels like a movie to me
because it feels unreal
reads like a bad script
yet there is plenty of room for that Hope thing
in the storyline,,,,,and
imma hopin'
imma hopin'
I just keep on ahopin'