Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

drifting along like wood
wounded my memories
feeling the rampage
of a shroom delusion
I clutch the moments
and stop the time

wondering to the bridge
I move to the right
to let you
go

stop at the light
move back and realize
the karma
is the dream from the week
before

for the thornes to pulsate
in my unsettled memories
i wait in the beds
with the brare rabbit
and wish for the sunlight
to open the doors
of Alice and her wonderlands
mystical time wharp.

as i see the hole in the cloud
i whisper out your name
in my dream
you are here
next to me
wishing apone a star
that never burns out

Noose Nightmares consume Like salt in the wounds I’m hiding inside again As you all continue to assume I’m safe here in this padded room Unless I stray again I foresee the battles wants Often choosing me Because inside my head I know things aren’t right I buy my own cure Hidden deep within my veins ...

http://www.abstroint.com/images/canvasbabies.jpg I travel To see the blood Oozing from the gashing wound I desire Need to know The workings of the mind spirit and drive To understand the reasoning of death I see beauty in blood It’s art Like the blooming of a rose That unfolds Into its own shape Un...

Finally, to forgo sex is to lick the needles of a cactus, Is to let the wind purposely reshape my hair, Is to repent my sin of adultery. Is to anchor a boat on the highest tides, Is to sit by the ocean and count every star, Is to rampage through the parking lot just to be close to the door. Not to h...

I I did survive The wreckage of rust Links of lost lives And the willingness Through the moss And endless messages in the bottle I was twisted Through ports No bigger Then a newborns fist To another From a land of the same tongue As my age has been challenged By the welts and brandings That covers m...

you who see me as reflective and cold closer to the truth you will see the twisting of the stories like the colors of gold and flesh reptile is burnt in your mind feeling the rough texture believing it’s a rock smooth is the surface of rippling rivers you choose a belief of contemporary ideals but y...