Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

cliche? Yas, I'm all covered, smothered in cliche! Why hell, I even wrote a poem about it! I'll have to share it sometime. :D It's raw cliche as all cliche should be. Life's cliche and I'm just the person to embrace it. Use what ya got I always say. Thanks joel. ps: I actually wasn't going for earth...

Has no one ever taken a short ride on a dusty trail?

*cough cough choke splutter spluttering on outta here*

Thank-you joel. I'm glad that section broke up the flow a wee bit. It is as it should be, it's not really meant to be continually a smooth transition, a smooth flow. And just on a side note, I intend for it to be somewhat base in nature. A mixture of sweetly romantic and come hither fuck me. So I ho...

Fuck all...and gee it's sweet. Going outside right now to ponder around my yard and soak up the oh so glorious sunly rays.

Ya, cats have a hard go of it too sometimes, the neighbourhood cats here fall victim to the myriad coyotes and to the owls. God it's an awful sight to see an owl with a lovely cat in it's talons...turn about's fair play I suppose. BLACK SNAKES! Oh, nature can be cruel, well, it's called nature for a...

Yes, our feathered friends are out back right now, as we speak, gathering twigs and branches and all manner of foofaraw suitable for nesting. Ahhhhhh spring, she sighed heavily...ahhhhh spring. Looks like the guesthouse could use a coat of bird friendly paint, though I'm partial to the au naturel lo...

Whirlywinds and swirlygigs and nursery rhymes of pleasure Fairytales and old wive's tales all tie-dyed together Once upon a naked time I danced with knaves and kings I never wasted any thoughts on consequential things I nibbled on a toadstool tripe and flew on crowlike wings But now... now I live in...

a poem is a meander
down smooth and rough terrain
a hiccup song
with a sad refrain
hold your breath
turn out the light
and don't forget to blink

I can hear the spluttering sputtering sound of a cough. An ache in the chest rounded out by the disdain of a waterlogged brain that forgot to hold it's fucking breath. Choking again, and again I always laugh that rather mirthless laugh that comes o'er me when I think of the sad life that awaits the ...

There's one
maybe one person
on this whole fucking globe
that gets to you
can really get to you

and it's sad
really sad
when they drop you
back into the mix

aged

restirred

homogenized

freak

of a girl

...of love on a cloudless day I love the inner you though you won't let me touch won't let me reach won't let me feel Held back Except for little glimpses I want the catastrophe of you to envelop me I welcome your crashing waves I lie here Nurture what stands alone Become one with the dischord Absor...

You've been through the old grister Ann and come out whole on the other side. That's good. Ya gotta stay whole. Sometimes we get a little whittled down, we all do, but as they say, those clever theys, we, most of us, come up all the wiser for it...and more grateful for the good times, the good days....

I woke up this morning, turned on the light and looked around, Christ what a fright, oh the horror, the terrible horror! It's not that anything was out of place all was the same the same state of grace that was always so indellibly clear. I wanted to turn over to sleep and to dream not get out of be...

suicide
hangs dismal thoughts
cuts forever
the wrist
of regret
drugs the mind
with nothingness
leaves empty holes
in lover's lives
and terrible memories
they can't
forget

"suicide is painless"?
no
lover come back
I need you

if I had a nickle
for all this crap
I'd almost have
a quarter