Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Each moment I feel But I can’t facilitate It’s forever But it’s right now I can’t make right Its all coalesced Yet I’m stuck in my own selfish place Wanting acceptance As I fight to be alone Upon a rictus grin I can not be normal I’ve made sure But for it I yearn This dichotomy is my life And Upon t...

Make believe pretend. What once, we told children, is not real. Has now become truth. If it’s what they want you to hear. It’s Santa Claus It the booger man It’s im too weak to know for myself. It’s insanity wholesale. No need for elucidation. Good shit is good shit Swallow it like vitamins. Might n...

I’d rather suffer than be normal
The making of fire brings wealth
Can’t work for nothing
As nothing is free
My time is worth more than all things
Someone else deems important

Truth is a thing outside of time
We pretend we own
And just play games upon
As water eats rock
Our beliefs are farts in the wind

Knowing shit ain’t right
Please give me drugs
So I can be normal
It is hard being alone
Knowing how I feel
Is wrong
Supposedly

Tell me how to live?
Commercials telling me what to buy?
You are more than a joke
You disgust me

With your make believe tell me true
Worse than anything I could of thunk
When I was five
Playing by myself
With no one to there to tell me

Given and taken
Who is in control
Can’t own the air
The truth seeks to be known
And it’s way transcends all of mankind
Fuck a printing press
You lose
The truth was a thing before man lit it’s first fire

The water from the stream Is the breath of my dreams I didn’t choose it It’s just where I live As it’s you and me Nothing different Cept thoughts in our brains Our truth is the same As there is only one It’s just how we perceive it Limitless in its beauty As in its pain Get lost in the fore Not the ...

She new
It was always us
Sharing
Connecting
No matter how disparate
The words are our vessel
In them
There is no distance

She knew
It was always us
Sharing
Connecting
No matter how disparate
The words are our vessel
And in them
There is no distance

Still happening hardcore
Presence still felt

Connect
Find your good place
It’s not given
It’s sought

As In this make believe
Commercial world
They are feeding us

Goodness needs sharing
And who better

How many times
Have I apologized
When my truth
Was diametrically opposed
How many times have I
Given in
Accepted
Garbage, just to not be different
Too many

Forgetful of past good
Remembering only hurt
Lost and vengeful
Nothing seems to work
Stuck on repeat
Of the worst part
Light just shining thru
Who I am
Who am I
Who do I wish to be(come)

Loving our exchanges
It’s why I’m(we’re?)here
The poems don’t say it all
It’s us
Missing something taken
Her words
Connect us
Judah made me(us) better