Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

When the dream was deep in a kiss ,it stood still in a strange real moments pause to all else. How the little car came up the street in deep water mixed with some kind of oil and a vapor thing, I do not know , but I know the kiss was real .Action at a distance, entanglement they call it, resonance f...

yes , he has a lot of power , money, but fire is power of a sort also, it can help or it can take away, There are men who build homes for folks and give young ones a chance at an education, there are men who protect folks from hate ,these men do not strut " power " the power of "good "is differnt , ...

Then sugar takes effect. The poem digests a few moments of reality quiet clearly, transporting a few of my thinking moments to another place and time ,most effectively

I can see this moment , how we dance between worlds when ever comes calling , stay close old poet

I am an old peace and love trip hippy it a slippery truth to tell now but,what the hell those nazi freaks know nothing better than a good ass kicking sorry y'all but you know thinking about it shit I would to no I don't want to kill um but you you know come up in my yard with that shit yup , kick as...

Poetry amazes me, the eye mind word picture feeling standing inside your head looking out the starship window and seeing past the words world for the moment intanglement .

For years now , count them fifty, note books have filled with my scribbles, I have asked the same question,it just is as it is .The poem hits so close to home I had to laugh , no it is not ego, I think it is just a natural state , we put words on paper like a tree grows leafs, allowing for some sun ...

One will remember those moments for a lifetime,so unexpected sometimes then in the same moment they are gone , nothing is ever the same, but a folded piece of paper can bring it all back and a poem can just give a glimpse of a magic time , yes

There was no good explanation, indeed,just bored rats, I could see their little rat faces when I read the" cold dead granite statues "and for some reason their beady eyes where in flickering torch light.Interesting how poetry weaves its way into your mind .Sharp work here,much appreciated .

by these standards I am normal also , but then, who will know those wonderful ( but fleeting) moments of flight. if they do not jump?

Morning jumps up
with out an introduction
jump down and murder at will
we will
if it is a military question
no one is accountable
black water
gets off scot free
you know it is our dollars
that pay the men and guns
but what can we do
revolt
send them a check made out to N.P R.

It was back in seventy nine ,me and Clyde Paul was a real friend of mine ,we was working hard good money making jobs with them hard working boys and all on down south ,ratting around old mister Benders ship yard The hours were long,the work was hard a sixteen hour gig, we worked a double shift we wo...

Then The cloaking is easy , you had a visitor, I have seen a similar cloud over our high power transmission lines at the foundry, we use mega volts and amps to melt steal and send deep electromagnetic signals by default. the poem held my attention and put me on the bridge , much appreciated.

The moments slip past
the poets picture is painted
in the moments
here
my old cat stretches
a big August moon outside my window
reminds me of hitch hiking days
a daybreak years ago

Yup ,when I get new tires thats the picture,spot on, so I play my harmonica( original and strange music)this tends to be good fun for me and a puzzle for others, I usually have my granddaughter with me and she dances like a gypsies child , the day has its own sunshine for me , be free I say ,even in...