Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

he powered their wigs
and choked their throats
rang their bells
til' he himself croaked

round the bend
i sent rememberings
back and down
around to the center
the burning collapsing ground
consumed in my own fire
i knew then
the only way to get higher was to die
completely to a way of life
pack it in and shove it down the line.

zappa man
i loved you
from before when
time began
you ran brainwaves
thru my hair
breathed my heart and mind full of real air
leveled the playing field to mean
creativity lives
behind the eyes of time
collected by the sighted
and missed by the blind

keyhole rock
light permeates
tons of sediment
aeons of life
a million writhing errors
stacked
into a mantle of life

wish i had the energy
to move for fun
think i made some costly mistakes
on down the line
i fixed some messes
reclaimed a lot
but some things only measure up
by what is not..

he who proved all you need to play with the Philharmonic is money; that one project can in turn, pay for the next; when you are a musical genius you can shut up and play yer guitar you can pair with the best of the best melodic drummers and creative souls yes you can Zappaween and do all that but if...

delicate niche
made in flight
how those molecules
wrapped so tight round probability patterns
a spring
a coil
a stored form of intrinsic adaptability
perfect and irreconcilable
but unto itself
where without one unnecessary move
nature trumps all

imperfections of the object world exist as man's invention capture my attention a smokey light; absorbed and bent assimilated thru time as the norm somewhere when i didn't need no eyes where daylight swarms like a challenge made for men and egos and organizations formed that never match not even clo...

clean slate. the only marks are where i fall short to fall thru. temporary being my mirror i tell you all i see your present future past love your essence the other side of the holographic mask of mind and time and being right i see the crown i see the might and above it there i see the light nothin...

eclipsed by tall bark giants
whispy fingers
brush the sky

i exhaled
deeper and further
and moreso and more
to a time before time
to an age before yore
to a place where the sun
neither heats nor lights
to a condition wherein i could finally
breathe you in
pure.

g'nite.

beauty, thankyou unmet friend,
the hottest part of the day calls
but i shall return..
return to you all,
'til then.

haha hi iblieve -- well said
well put
hard won

and yes. repose from the eyes that scratch the self...
if only i could heal
just that much more faster than i die
i could live forever..
thank you both.

tis but illusion
adaptive trick of nature
the brightest appear to
hold sway over the all;
nay, it is but a moment's reflection
gone the next sunset
up before time.