Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

grass
covered grass
brown grass
dead grass coming to life again.
grass, light green
green grass, green
cut
cut down
freshly cut grass

Do not speak of shadows when
sitting on the desert
where there are none,
can be none,
the sun too strong,
the heat too intense,
the thorns of cactus
long and strong
and pulling the heart
of water
from the depths
of hell
to find surcease.

To fight
The heat of the desert
may cause one
great pain,
but in the process
Evil is eaten
leaving only clear skies.

It's time to leave the
lands of hate.
come into the light
come into hope
come into love
a hand held out
no fighting for power
no struggles to amass.
just being
and conceiving
of now.

.

If you get tired of mowing it, you can always smoke it.

: )

buddy was holly

lip synched in thorns
bled from glass rimmed

thaws embraced in races

thyme clinging onto faces

listening to spring is tantamount
to breathing in
and the thought of feeling
and allowing in
the spring time smile
which is paramount to the creation
the creation.

(I'm quite upset that panta and I are the only ones who seem to have changed our avatars)

in the desert
the shadows are distant stories
and murmuring trees are tales
mysterious and ancient

but the seeds
the seeds are
among the grains
of sand

pant
tech ni cons
in techny colour
are mono slides

mass cold in veiled
seeks

to kewl fer cats
in sheik

thyme clinging onto faces
glasses clinking between races
face sinking into time

yeah, bennie - how's your
avatar called in english?

in german
it is "gänseblümchen"
- little geese flower

mine are windflowers -
wood anmeones.

We do the Spring in the missionary position
and the sheep graze on a wilderness of hummingbirds
the wildflowers aren't as wild as they used to be.

Seeds hold the glory and memory of spring
sunshine and the first blades of green grass
a warm cup of coffee sitting on the stoop
admiring the first growth of all the young things.
spring is youth
and admiring spring
we all grow young again
a fresh start
fresh air
each small blade pushing up
is like a secret wish on a neverending birthday cake.
just blow
and get your deepest desire.

.

glochenspiel

blow
blow out the fire
grow
grow true your
deepest desire

the missionary style always worked well
except for the sheep
they tended to clove into small bunches
looking for a well laid pasture
before spreading out their ewes
when no one else was about.

[hee hee]

.

peacocks eat up pain
closet cores bhind
the nuke lee eye

winward kindred spirits
rum
beyond blackend hum