Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Look into the Reaper’s eye he’s looking back at you. Gaze into my blackened heart see the evil that men do. Walk out into the blistering sun let it parch your skin. Count the wickedness, do not call me friend for I have seen heaven’s gate closed to all my sin, touched the sky with wrinkled hands for...

I want to be black as night, and sprinkled with distant points of light living stars upon my skin. At night I could blend in with the universe view the magical wonders elves, faeries and angelic beings too smart to commune with man. Who knows, maybe then God would speak to me, or I could sneak up on...

Burnt Valentines and smoky memories reminders of my incurable disease. Crushed hopes and shattered dreams enough to make any fool scream. Writing lines with darker shades seeing the future come and fade. Same as before depression wins sitting here carving words with a grin. One more highway to explo...

A road trip through the mind to discover one's self. I think you saw and found what you were looking for. Loved it and its complexity, really went into detail with this release of thought. So good to read you again my friend, finally got caught up enough to come and say hi. "C"

I was laughing at your opening lines and with the humor you mixed the truth, squeeze life hard to get the juice even if it might be sour. I do love your poetry. "C"

The past haunts us with it's simplicity even though survival was hard. I still mourn the tragic demise of such a great civilization only to be replaced with this crap we call modern society. May your dream come true brother. "C"

I am an eater of lines too, and I ate yours right up. Creamed---I loved that opening because it can mean different things. I hope you got your I's dotted and it was ecstacy. great poem my friend so quit nibbling that creamy cheese and write some more, lmao. "C"

Damn sounds like the writer loves misery, but yeah if all they say is lies then silence is better. This is a fantastic poem my friend. Your thought pattern blows me away. "C"

Hope is like faith we have to truly believe for its magic to work and somethigns it takes work to make hope grow, like tending a field to reap the harvest. Good to read you again Arcadia. "C"

The journey never ends for some of us and the road not traveled is lessons never learned. I don't have any tattoo, theya re too permanent, but I do have many scars from lessons learned the hard way. I have missed your writing, glad I stopped by today. "C"

I have been to the wetlands and I love the descriptive way you wrote this while adding your personal feeling to it. I also liked the tie in to the flood and the saving of pairs of animal. "C"

Damn I loved this, moving on and trying not to stay fascinated with the past and what could ahve been. had my share of nay sayers and critics in my life so I can relate. Great thoughts mousey. "C"

"Love unrequitted robs us of our rest," I forgot who said that Todd Rundgren I think. Lily was in a fuck love mood when she wrote this. Damn I just love it. "C"

A Poem I wrote for Kinky Texas Politics (Kinky Friedman for Governor) Kinky free man runs the gauntlet wading political shit deep in Texas out house majorities. Republican head hunters loaded shotgun rhetoric, and the nut cracks the whip as everyone stutters, “No free men needed!” Unique thoughts ja...

Since the early seventies I have seen many of my freedoms vanish. You know when I was a kid and got pulled over I could refuse to let them search my car until they brought a warrant and they couldn't check the passenger's ID, those days are gone. We use to get stoned, stash our shit in the woods, an...