Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

for me, there are many days when fucking is the only thing that makes any sense.
finally a poem that addresses this thing I have known for quite some time.....yes!

living with a nymphomaniac is so tedious, the demands are beyond the boundaries of rigorous beyond the expectations of romance they are cruel unusual eons elapsed it seems since a young man went off in search of knowledge, set sail to engage the universe, and he could never have imagined that one da...

it takes a little courage to stand up in front of an audience and expose your nerves.....but in the end, they are usually not a pack of wolves, but an appreciative group of receptive souls that have visited there for inspiration....nice

rather be blessed by the buffalo myself, than all the other pretenders.......cool

metaphysician, heal thyself ......we can only put it out there, then step back....
the meanings are diverse and ever-changing.....well written.......

how much love we pour out is one of the few things we have control over....we can do little about the wars, the economy, even how people respond to our love, but we can still choose to keep pouring, or not.......

there is no way to sleep when we are facing significant problems....we roll the tape over and over, this conversation with our self....and it pisses us off that stress is winning, we get angry enough to yell in the room where there is no other person.....we feel our need to sleep, yet the overstimul...

succinct, in its fragility....as anna said, quite beautiful....

If I could loosen all these knots I'd pull myself through the loop get free, fly away like a newborn hawk chasing a bird of paradise, I'd leave these see-through ropes coiled in the vacant air, in the dust of what cannot be undone, I'd pat myself on the back, say there there now, I forgive you and I...

pretty idyllic scene, one that we need more of.....there is nothing like the calming caress of mother nature....it's great the way you feel so small in the woods, so connected, the way your imagination runs through all of time.....you have done justice to this immense privilege.....communing with na...

sorry for your loss anna, this poem is a nice tribute to the complexity of things as we try to relate to each other.......enjoyed it.

I really like this a lot...the imagery stands out ( like architecture might )....it paints a nice picture of a relationship crumbling, made me think of a fallen empire....well done

my life couldn't get much better I wouldn't prostitute myself That way if you catch the drift of my cologne those pathways really aren't viable and I'm just kidding myself that I will be turned into a prince kissing some cute little talking reptile, and well the lottery legal or otherwise is just a ...