Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

hi .i'm a sicko trying to get well ...oh pour some of that tequila in my Dr.Pepper would ya?

again,it wouldn't take my vote so i am out of the Loop!

it wouldn't take my vote -can't blame it-i haven't been around. but Loop and Infinity Sideways are great.

Doreen and friends,i'm sorry i missed both deadlines-i've been mostly out of it...due to bad stuff ,as u know i think..I would've loved to participate. Your title ideas are great -sevens to u.Love ,Alien

morning brings me to caffiene
which i mostly spell wrong
i want to taste the day
i hesitate
and falter
i'm just that way
but never fear...
i will make my move
get in the groove
and face the sunshine
and the hot
sweaty
race
i hope to see miracles
well..i did ...
i got up didn't i?

cool jam i'm listening to the Hair soundtrack yum fun heavy and all that too hot to be in the sun it burnith me so here i be free to jam a moment having an Aquarius moment (in a Capricorn mind) and feeling love and seeking peace it's one of those moments when the heart smiles and we are blessed with...

familiar songs
remain the same
playing out
our every pain
every step we take
every breath we take
every vow we break
whereever we move
we get stuck in the groove
it hurts to be in love
same old road
same old song

taking a wild ride on the dark and twisted side
the eye of the storm keeps me in tow
ravages all it takes in
and when it's sated it spits out far and wide
danger in the skies
watch
it will come again

i'm later than late
got stuck in muck
or i'm a dingaling
forgetting again
about jams of spring
my mind is full
and i'm runnin on empty
but i have a moment free
is Papillon in me?
so to speak
here tho ,spring has sprung a leak

pondering the end
to begin a new beginning
painting dark walls of clouds
the portal of changes to come
after skipping stones across the water
scented in dreams with Jasmine
the sleep of remembrance...
deeply embedded

to beach myself on white sands
sublimely bake in the sun of the gods
the wind out of season brings sanity
a sensation of red in the forgotten eye
abandon the shallow streams of the night
cling to the wings of the shapeshifter
the morphing begins at dawn

the depth of portions held back
regret swims against the tide
the farther i climb...
the roof crackles with thunder

burning bridges in moonlight fire laugh when the screaming begins tears that overflow the river in a hundred years in won't matter there are seventeen axe tracks in my back that will never heal I was warned a hundred fold never ever did I listen eyes wide shut I let it happen again again again and m...

treasure chest lies empty
except the echoes of paperback dreams
one too many in the sands of time
long corridors where the rain comes in
there are no windows to open

i enjoyed this ,nicely done.love the title!