Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

***applause***thank you for that doreen, your wonderful website woke my spirit up today, thank you

Thank YOU! The poem you wrote on here blew me away! Awesome writing! Good to see you again.

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Many people go their own way.
They leave our lives by moving out of state
or to relocate overseas.

They get married, have kids, change directions,
graduate from school, accept a job offer
thousands of miles from us, and we wave
goodbye or offer an embrace

and never see them or hear from them again.
This is the way life works. Where we've been
is where we've been and often we do not return.

We don't sob and weep, grieve and pace, insomnia
our bedfellow. We don't wish we said this or wish
we did that or suffer guilt.

No tears are spilled, no longing for the past.
We simply ride the tide of change because no time
which exists will ever last.

Why should death be any different?
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last week my ayurvedic doctor
after inviting me to read Chopra´s
"We will never die"
asked me why I was so frightened with the idea of death
"what you fear to miss?", she asked me
(I have to say it´s a good question...)
but I really don´t know ...
(maybe that´s the problem!)
it´s just sad
& maybe what I fear are the sour-roundings
I guess I would never had included death in the design
and yeah, I know I would have some disonances
& other kind of problems
avoiding impermanence
but I don´t know
it´s just too sad
sometimes

it's not enough

those words make me cry
clinging to the idea of 'more' is better

maybe whatever we get is just enough
and for me to accept that will bring me relief

it's easier if it's not someone i love
but i guess it's easiest if it's me
when it's over, it's over
nothing to do about it

'it's not enough' switches to 'it was time'
it was time to leave this plane
to slip off this sensual grid

it was time
the automatic door opened
and the exit sign flashed on

time to leave
who knows where the ions go
but go they do

went gone escaped vanished
disappeared spent eluded
done why no please
no why mystified
inexplicable missed
lost puzzled dark
deep where sleep
why no please
why eternal
bye

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You say goodbye and I say hello, hello
hello! There's another star in the sky.
Look up!

I wear a red flower in my hair
and a bright red dress, today
in your honor.

To celebrate your life,
the vivid colors of your personality.
Each ray of your smile,
reflecting a different prism of You.

To recall the twangy way you called me Señorita,
the memory of your twinkly, mischievous eyes.
The scent of stories waiting to be told
and Pell Mells yet to be smoked.

I wear red today, and not black
to conjure all that embodied you, Clay.
You were a gem that did not hide or cower.
The luminosity of You-
I will celebrate.

Today, and always.

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In a couple of hours,
I'm off to Texas for the memorial celebration.
How do you count the time? By minutes,
seconds, hours, days, years spent wrapped
up in each others eyes? I'm going to wave
to him in the sky, blow kisses into clouds,
try to keep my tears in check, elect him
as my guardian angel. He will keep me in line.
But how do you count the time?
It's over but it's not. Please don't tell me
just let go. It's not like a helium balloon,
all blown up with a string attached, let it fly,
let it fly! All things worthwhile are worthy of
investment. But how do you count the time?
In nanoseconds? In photographs pasted into
an album, the years numbered?

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Felonious

Remember that question you asked in Inktricks to a passed OP

Asked and Answered

Katman

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STUPID BOB wrote:Felonius

Remember that question you asked in Inktricks to a passed OP

Asked and Answered
Katman

The Ballad of Katman DooDah and Felonious Punk
http://lrod11.wordpress.com/2010/02/05/ ... ious-punk/
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I listen to the recordings,
his voice and mine interwoven.
There is inconsolable weeping.
Will the crying ever cease?
A friend said he lost his son, his brother,
his mother. How do you deal with it, I asked?
He came to the memorial to help give me solace.
He didn't know Clay but he came anyway.
"You never get over it," he said. "You only learn
to deal with it" and I asked how? He had no answers
only the words of assurance that I will learn.
But my eyes burn, my heart yearns, each day a struggle,
each night a battle with sleep that won't come and
I don't know when I'll ever be done.
I listen to the recordings and seek out the sun
to warm my skin but it's winter and the air is cold
and my whole entire heart has been split apart,
shattered like glass. Nobody understands.
Nobody can. There will never be another when
I see him again. I listen to the recordings and
people wonder why I don't move on.
When will there be another song?
I long for what never can happen.
Nobody understands. They can't.

Everyone is better at death than me.
Whoever said "Death is a part of life"
was living a delusion. All it does is
make me wonder what the purpose was
and sink me further in confusion.

deep gap
all falls in
memories, laughter, pain
a clunk of emptiness
bottomless pit
with each breath
i can't breathe
how is it that i still feel?
is grief so horrific
and possessive?
when will it step aside?

grief - you grow on me
you swell and topple me
a cruel companion