Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

in our economy we are almost all equal-obama pajama party ought to pardon political prisioners- like leonard peltier, who has been in prison for 23 years- how many indians have been killed by this corrupt goverment? how many black men and women? geez with the rape of mother earth and continous crime...

i rode horses in picayune miss with a crew back in 70 s - one of the guys had a rolled tabacco cigarette, and well, out of now where came the police- ripped his cig to shreds, and we rode away- cant say i went back there- but i had a baby in atlanta, Ga-- more about this later- sweet piece, brings b...

every lie contains some truth
perception is a human factor
i never lost love
i let it go

when i met him, he lived at the salvation army. He had just gotten out of prison i was going to school with a goal in mind I had been alone awhile, making a mark- had a dream sun dance, BA and a life and i let him in- i knew after the fight over the cell phone that we wouldnt make it or was it after...

i resemble those descriptions of which i am impressed with your style as well- love the eye contact and intimacies with self - nice

yes after 12 years my life seems whole again- after four yeas- now i feel free-so many possible responses- peace to you

i walked to the piont- that place where the water goes from blue to turquoise and then green again- the tides are pulling and white water spray- i am so grateful i returned to hanalei- all the kids i knew are all grown up- the beauty of seeing them all together again is amazing-back when i lived her...

the sun was almost up- and i was asked by my son to drum for him this morning-it seems strange to hear his voice and see him as a man knocking on my door- my other son is trying to get home in chile where the roads are closed, and things are tense. i saw them when they were small children,learn to w...

a new life
from my sons
love prevails
my youn_ men
came to me
soulful eyes
true stories
miles of ties
untold worry
sweet tears of love
tension
belief today
love tales

surrender
sweet swellin waves
time takes time
lies dead
peace is ours now

i knew Creator loved me i did not was i able to see? were moments of clarity spiritual western unions pony express of ancestors love? tan, tropical, breezes propose beauty, elemental natures tyin me to some awe struck flavor ceremony dusted my site eyes filled , tears, joy.... no mirrors, no tricks-...

dream on my poppy sucess and fame corrupted u lame numb to cryin i was dyin one last c_ance to dance on your feet as a little kid i fell apart a woman for art torn sculpted aborted my sons suffered no family around at last we can talk of past scars my sons i loved more today before soul was only pra...

my poppy is a like dat i tired of literature and many women loved poppy just awile back i wanted love too rebellion ave me freedom left alone to sense a round creator s creations curious if relations could seal and deliver me instead lessons or work sailed boats on my eyelids tranquil water i rest o...

tis season to cry trees murdered for folly electric atm xmas sons are men now i, an old woman,livin under 3 pets playin on a wooden floor makes me wonder about lite and stars wonderin about u do i care? no but i pray for your sanity tears of 2 yrs stained weddin bruised and beaten, broken sold down ...

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every dream i ever felt
wept over-cried on
disappeared
i fell
but today a prayer and a drum brou_t me back
tree sunlit
spirit i am alive
wise and lovin- seein to places i need to be