Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a vacuum stand where vibrancy once grooved
my inner carousel is stagnant
swooped off its feet
swept under the rug
de-energized batteries, re-charging on slow mode

plug me in, dance me a hi lily
whirl me in the freezone woh-zone
i crave to sponge in zest
ticklish overflow

energy! do ya hear me?
come on over and let's set a spell

the sun is high in the Texas sky
Fortunately I got me a new sombrero

train rumbes by
I go walking
soak up
Some untroubled skies for you

I am attempting to collect energy from chlorophyl,
urging the photosynthesis of my spirit, green
with envy over blades of grass which seek sunrays
while I remain in a dormant phase.

Spring brings cool nights, flights of skywriters midday
as I repeat my mantra, "Come what may, come what may;
today holds the energy of a universe."

This is a call to the gods and goddesses of vitality and vigor!
Send me your vim! Lift me with your lively animated gifts!
I am open to your ambition!

I am attempting to collect energy from chlorophyl

I just cooked a pound of spinach
I must satisfy herbivore appetite

Unknown flower blooms in my garden.
still not gone walking to gather mindfulls of untroubled sky.

I type 1 sentence.
I get up and pace.
I pull 3 weeds from the garden.
I add 4 items to my list of things to do.
I walk to the porch. I smoke 1/2 of a cigarette.
I answer 1 email.
I get up and pace.
I add 3 more items to my list.
I watch 5 squirrels chase each other.
I watch 6 birds chase each other.
I watch myself get up and chase myself.
I never catch myself.
I am too far behind going in the wrong direction.
I am attempting to do 10 things at once.
I can never get to the end of the list.

This is a countdown.
I need the energy to exist.

I sit here listening to KMUN is Astoria, fresh air, I could here it again later. If not for the walk to the ice house to buy coffin nails I would hardly get out the door, except for trips for milk eggs bread and fruit. and cigarettes, trying to add celery to my shopping list. I love celery. Maybe it will at least help me to cut back to my normal half a pack a day.

I sit here and set up like concrete I need to move. Sharon Weinberber talking about her book Imaginary Weapons.

Still no walk,

one more try,
to make it out the door

Saxophonist It Is All In The Game playing now. oh yes dr sax, smoke them if you got them

what an idiot, I figured out what my malfunction was.

Droopy drawers, the electic is shot on the waist band. Saved myself from being humilitated on my walk. Wearing shorts, dragging my underwear for four blocks.

All is snug.

Halleluiah

sun is lower

timing perfect

I need the shady side today.

the mundane world, dig it.

The hummingbird has the right idea.
He gets his energy from the flutter
of wings. The song he sings makes
more energy for his soar.
He joins mornings by allowing
their arrival. He becomes,
motivation, survival, being.
He sits perched to clarify his work.
Nothing matters but the hum.

Bird songs
fluttering hearts
faster than a speeding train
able to leap...
It's a bird...

It is wonder woman.
"a woman is the wonder of the world" BJS, the west texas hemingway.

energy and calm
seems like a charm
works like a dream
let it be

I killed a bee with insecticide.
He buzzed but never stung.
He died.
Such is the nature of energy.
A buzz set free.

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee"



Standing up wind of you with the sweat dripping off my brow. Back from my walking shopping trip across the Texas suburban desert, I trees still standing with cool giving off cool chlorophyll oasis’s of shade, I wend my way from tree to tree. Sitting here now with all my appetites satisfied for the moment in this mundane world of ineluctable modalities of vision

A man and a woman
Some can
This just in from the journal of the american physiological association
The odor of male sweat has a calming and resorative effect on women.
That is what we are here for
To sweat for ya big mama
I just typed three thousand colories your way
I hoped you use them in good health

energy and calm

and passion

suffer and desire

the flow of enegy between opposite poles
A spark jumps the gap
Mourning dove calls


j you know I know nothing about Kudalini (sp?)

I just be jamming going with the GO

You said loosen up

I feel just like a long necked goose

nothing in the world like a


good GO with you/////////////////////|||||||||||||||||||||||||||

I traveled from each point of
the dipper to the next, making
flight connections until I reached
the brilliance of the north star.

I sat far on the edge of a dream
only to fall into the
spoon-shaped ladle,
cradled by whys and whens
which teased me with
long-handled embittered
liquid memories which I hoped to
rise from refreshed.

It was a swim in the sky
and still I could not
assess the energy
allotted me by the place
where the universe
never ends.

And that's
the scoop, my friends ....

That is "the lowdown brown"

The universe never had a begining never had an end.

Meanwhile

"The road goes on forever, the party never ends" BJS