Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the demon I am fighting, if only it was not such a tempting battlefeild....

My theory of life. Live reciprocally, Always ALAWASY strive for the greater good. Not good for you, not good for your neighbor, But good for the health of your community. If your community is not worth fighting to improve, Find another community. Do NOT lash out in violence. Violence CAN be useful b...

Rhythmically inspired by John lee hooker’s House Rent Boogie Get off work, Head to the store Buy just one brown bottle cause I’m hitting the trails tomorrow. Get home; rip the cap off that sucker And drain it to the dregs. Now what? I want another. I’m not going to the bar cause I’m a reclusive ass...

Dust, dust everywhere
taking up the pen in spite
Ah, tranquility

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted” Wine and sex, the meat of poetry. SPEAK, Speak, Write! Holding back, Holding back is what is not permitted. To let the narrow golden thread Flow through you. No edits, no re-writes, The MOMENT. The moment, ever fleeting is the goal. That which can never qui...

Where the heck is everyone? I know its been quite a while since I've been here but has everyone moved on? Was there another split off I am unaware of? There seems to be very few people posting here these days... Not that quality is lacking but I see very few of the names I have so missed!

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted” Wine and sex, the meat of poetry. SPEAK, Speak, Write! Holding back, holding back is what is not permitted. To let the narrow golden thread flow through you. No edits, no re-writes, The MOMENT. The moment, ever fleeting is the goal. That which can never qui...

There is meat here.... I must digest it.....

from a series of prayer flag photos I've been working on.

Past rooms, always refracting light, decisions of the moment, years past reflecting into the present. How can you revise the decisions of you’re younger self? Would you if given the chance? Where we have been shapes who we are But does not define it. A tarnished mirror, throwing back Inconsistent li...

Thanks all, yes Chris I totally agree and actually saaved it that way .

Therein LAYS the truth? I think I like lies better. Being lied to was the seed after all. Thoughts? In this weak of a poem dose it even matter?

The end has come, And I’ve not drunk enough to think about it. The end has come, It was there all along though still a surprise. The end has come, It was prophesized in the beginning. Though I was blind, Though I was willing. Willingly blind. The way all love begins. With deceit In darkness And most...

Roads leading out, out and away. Into what Into the unknown, the unknowable into the darkness that creeps upon you when you are least looking for it, but mostly roads leading away, away past all you have known and all you think you know, away from your friends from your family from even yourself til...