Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Just thinking about it
Is a denial
Acceptance is death
And it is not acceptable
Glory be unto those

The answer
It’s calling us
Do as you will
Upon the future
We know is right
Upon the present
we place each step
Upon the past
We illuminate

What they say only means something if you listen
We’ve got our own infinity to experience

I loved writing with Judih. Happy it exists. Happy you all got to do the same.

What is what?
“It is what it is”
Said the person
Who never knew anything
Just what others told them
To live a life unknowing
Is not a life.
What is it?
It is not what is
That I know
Now what?

Comes from the soul
My meaning is not your own


Two lines of your own. Copy and paste. Go!

Alone
But not
Easy to get lost
Books speak of it
Got to find it yourself
Many will detract
Many will pretend
But when you have it
None can take it
You are free

Decides the way
My happiness just comes
But It’s hard
Pain comes every direction
But the beauty drowns it
In its overarching simplicity
To destroy takes work
Love just is

What is what she said
She had all the tribe
But her vibe
Was jacked beyond
How to come back
When you only got currency for your own dreams?
No one’s gonna pay for property they can’t own

Not the matter if it were true
Just that it was said
And how
It was felt
How do your days end?
Same as they began?

A prayer
With no forgiveness
A preyer of those hoping
Begging for something
A false hope messiah
Shitting upon the beauty that is faith

Empty houses filled with impossibleness
Who is home
When the world is empty
And asking for change
My prayers sit upon an open box
Discarded, covered in pizza grease
Unfit for recycling

All of us children
Each breath takes us different
But we end up the same
We sing with our own voice
Who can argue with vibrato

The make believe pretend
Can only last so long
Folks gonna get hip
Can’t fight for nothing for ever
The promise of the carrot
The threat of the stick
Loses all meaning
As the prayer upon the smoke
Can’t be held

To think we came out of an Ice Age
Without QVC
It boggles my mind
No special interest groups?
No lobbyists to fulfill agendas?
How did we get things done?
Maybe a dearth of nonsense would do us good
When the food or water dried up
You moved
Or you died
You couldn’t subsist on bullshit

It’s blue.
But not to him.
Can a color lie?
Refractions of light from the past
Dictating our now
The sun is 8 minutes older than we will ever know