Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

toleration, acceptance, celebration rapture
acceptance, toleration, celebration rapture
rapture celebration, toleration and acceptance
distant cousins with a presence of mind
to breathe air and holy smoke as ye swill

mercy me, i tossed that baggie out at starbucks
last night at 9 pm, all rolled up and neat
right in front in a garden space by the curb
neath the outside coffee revelers
just beyond the hedge

and i came back and jammed oh me
woke up to my own mist and fog
it rained all night long
went out after noon and twas still therre
unravelled and on the drive neath th curb
i snatched it up it twas still dry and whole
came back and smoked another one
broke my resolution yes but neath it still waters run
thru the underground stream of consciousness
holy ganja is unholy fun and just a blessing
relegated to ceremonial testimonial now that the snake has won
the mind of man to cast some levity on the gravity of mass
and smoke the peace pipe just for fun.
fasten your seat belts 2010
jesus is a holy man, and moses too
and the other one's muhammed, yes it's true
the lord works in strange ways don't forget
a universal love is still our best bet
as we open up to inclusion, joseph's multi-coloured coat for real
as the lion of judah kissed him softly in an arabian dream
and remembered by the rosseau postman who could not paint a scream.
the rainbow tribe at last, amen

sad luck dame,
I heard your name in a tom waits lyric,
though I can't be sure about these things
it was that "clap hands" song, about
a cincinnati jacket and bottle of rain
or some such thing.
cool.

broke my resolution yes but neath it still waters run
thru the underground stream of consciousness
holy ganja is unholy fun and just a blessing

well the pressure is off jimbo
I mean that is what we used to say
when a dispatcher handed us a load
that had hot hot hot
rush rush rush
stamped on it with big red letters

you are a poet and I can hear it
I am resolving to change my chromosomes
in 2010
my X is just perfect
a wonderful msyterioso X
buy my Y i could stand some tweaking
I am going to try for a more mellow Y
something along a Viking Beserker
stream on jam
stream on
the oceans needs our tears
in 2010

sad luck dame
yeah I could hear it now

thanks

women are such optimists
that is why I am very happy with my x
as it is.
but oh baby that Y is murder for me sometimes
a man is a man is a nothing special

those Jewesses did a number on me
and I am grateful
a woman is a woman is a rose
that is why that poem I wrote for doreen
angel of studio eight
would work for you too
or judih

winding long
11 daze full
words
statements
a stew
a writer's brew
some splainin'
some just sayin'
all about jam
lay it on cyberland
pushing thru to
new decades
smashing down
blocking barricades
for some a religion
jam on!!!!!!!!!!

it is a religion
to me
spontaneous
in this scrolling text box
the spirit game
we call jam
GO
Action poetry
you can call it anything
it don't lie

a mystery

it is hammer down in the showoff lane
it is a ribbon of light
and compuuters
it is holding down the stone
it is a waltz across texas

jam jam
jam on
hammer jam

the future of the jam
in 2010
I don't know why I should dread February
memories of winter in london in 1963

don't let me jam the jam
I think I just like to sit here and type
to see if I can hear a beat

jam on
I don't know what time it is
but it must be aproaching midnight some where on a computer on this jam in Tel Aviv maybe.
or in Australia this jam may already be over.
so hammer hammer
jammers

free
o say can't u see
"my word's"
all responder's
from the litkicks start
way past voyeur
a player
participant
1st thought/best thought
set yourself free
and Jam!!!!!!!

To be named by a catfish,
it's suiting cause I named him, too.
What does it all mean--
I don't readily know
but it suits me
he saw me quite an unlucky
but in a big way.

Thanks bees to u.

i like it
naming catfish

and remembering stars

remembering
flowing towards Vela

come walk with me
in the mists
searching for the moonlight
dance with me under the trees
let the wings of the owls
brush your cheeks
and the wind and the snow
expand your soul

time and space
spread out before us,
flowing toward Vela

i'm no poet,
i'm just trying
to work the mysteries

flowing towards Vela
noisy colorful caravan
(ten always more impatient than nine!)
in these days full of steps
we light some seventies diapositivas
guessing about the order
just to kill time
a ziggurat?
the Ganges waters?
the Tula atlantes?
an spaghettis´s dish?
the pyramids?
& season once more
tender-mysterious chronos-kairos dance
with a cheer, a go and our little bag of plural I
still thanking, breathing, wondering...

"A new order of the ages"
printed right there on our money

Navajo rugs
and the white man's greed

Power full of mysteies
too wonderfull for me

thankful just to be here
still breathing
jamming

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NOVUS ORDO SECLORUM

Too literal maybe tripped up by the spanish
diapositivas
guessing about the order
just to kill time

I been seeing crosses evey where
symbols jump out at me
triangles
thankful just to
sit back and watch
unconnected dots
mysteries unfold
in no particular order
a slide show of memories
and glimpses of time

I'm changing my outlook this year.
no choice, really.
need to see the other half glass,
the full half, I guess..

good night all,
and good new year.