Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a train of the subconscious which you have trained. I like a lot---the phrase "each life is a mystery novel" calls out to me.

Enjoyed.

Not familiar with King Tubby but I've listened to Reggae at times. I like it. Will check out King Tubby---played Blood of Africa and Prince Jammy vs. King Tubby. I like what I hear. Sadly America---all its human values have been co-opted and subjected to the making of money for the manipulators. Bus...

My version of a Language Poem

You want sound Pound No Chinese Grease the language Yock yuck Japanese Though probably not This tradition is like a wood planer Flying over rough wood Soothing the embarkation But awning the ear Not with protection but No not plugs But shading us U and i From discord not of this cord And so Conclusi...

mnaz, I like your comments. Sadly too true.

don't say anything I'm writing a monologue it is like the electrons of neon my excuse for a poem doesn't interact a lot of energy combining with nothing and so I write like a landfill the words trucked in daily I think like National Inquirer big boobed women with tight sweaters fill my mind that dan...

Love the surprise ending. The only person I know with such an ego---besides some professional athletes---is the guy who is running this country into the ground. Don't want to get political but anytime inflated ego is mentioned a balloon with that guy's head pops up. Your poem is witty and a lot of c...

I like Lorelei as a symbol for the journey. You did launch the quest pitting the mundane against the sublime. Lorelei entices but she causes us to wreck our launches as well. I enjoyed this poem and it also brought back memories of the Lorelei o the Rhine, the solid rock that became such a legend an...

Certain things are not forgiven easily----domestic violence is surely one of them. Too many women (mostly) are killed or really hurt by some guy who can't control his worst instincts. It just isn't right.

Gotta have hope

I like it.

I wonder--- do you?--- about the dust of eternity that we are so adrift in the large emptiness so small in the scale of things look we inhabit so much glued and carved dust light breaks into different hues and the blues, the reds, the yellows which are really only in our eyes but wonderful those ey...

liked the rhyme, liked the vernacular parked next to the sacred.

Interesting---- something to think about and expressed in a novel way. Enjoyed reading.