Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

then he would have earned
repose
from within the meritorious labors
of self perfection

warning divine ego series..


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one cannot free associate as a prisoner of the past.
my very presence, built to outlast
such fear

deathbed, tended hourly; there shall be no tug upon my soul

our worlds seemingly one and the same,
only yours comes with explanations
losses and gains.

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to them who would come in, late to the tribe and find this here disturbing lull in the vibe i say we are on about ancestral jive.. whether eyes can be wrenched or verily pryed from the stacks of evidence that continue to lie to our senses and hearts and our minds till we fry or we die so at this fin...

i got a kitty cat here
somedays she is a desktop
but today she is a laptop

till then jimboloco
cu thru the wires

more dark satire? my gun is my shepard i shall not want it maketh me to walk tall over them that i wuld not know and asleep in my righteousness i do salt the wound of no aching soul but take the days of a life that do pass as brass jackets bounce like the tinkling of stars from heaven on the floor o...

barry, allow me.. ( i mean allow me to join in with you)

what the world needs now
is love, sweet love..
it's the only thing
that there's just too little of..
and assault rifles, too
and an uzi for you.
no, not just for some
but for everyone.

wired
flying with half a whole
i found the negative space
filled easily
with dreams
of even lighter substances

yes.. we DO see the family resemblance!

and therefore then
with no adeau
his ship became known
to come in

pass the joint, tip the glass
the starving artist, soon may
pass to darkened days,
conservative haze
of pasts respun to win the won
of liars

half a haiku
is better than nun
with a habit

knip-ed and tucked away
mans lines in sands
best often indulged upon
with the one we love

amber toast was
naked thus
and sorely needed jam

bye bye judih

dream the sun up over here for another day, would you?