Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

My mother told me,
"pick your battles,
fight your wars within,
let the Lord lead you to it,
or through it".

I got lost in the choosing.
Fought recklessly, selfishly,
took hostages;
fell in it, fell out, muddled through,
but now I get it.

I'll always be jobless,
scrapping,
tortured with uncertainty.
The obvious battle for me to pick,
is resistance to worry.

‘All our failures are, ultimately, failures in love.’
Iris Murdoch

"Yodl- Ay-EEE-Ooooo"

My mother told me,

to find a way to make a living that I enjoy
Is that a fantascy
I been a wage slave all my life
TK writes about Marx
I wonder if he could help me



Pardon the hillbilly music and ramble
thanks for the poem
seems like everything I write on S8is derivative
I don't have an orignal thought in my head.

right now I am thinking about a robert service poem
that I just won't ever fit in.

"they say I was a rebel till I reached the age of five
it was then that I got caught up in the struggle to survive"

peggy wilson musician atascadero california
1976

she called herself a "social whore" because she worked as a waitress at Sambo's

"she is waiting on the tables waiting
waiting for the tables to turn"

anne romaine folk singer

I am a social whore too
I am an indepent contractor for a call center
I answer the phone for the 800 numbers on the infomerrcials
I feel like Oscar Levant
I don't know why i have not been fired
I suppose they like my sense of humor

my mother & my father told me
"work and then do whatever you want"
(tricky people!!!)
that´s why I always got a job
and like siestas
a bit more than I have to.

they also showed me
a lot of things without saying anything,
I keep dialoguing with them
from time to time.

my mother & father told me--
no, they didn't tell me.
my mother & father showed me:
put your heart into it
give it your all
and it will steal the moments you might have laughed with loved ones
and it will not appreciate your sacrifice
and you'll grow prematurely old
and you'll be told you're immaturely young
and it will kill you
but it needs to be done
and if you hear even the echo of your calling
even your most earnest and dire response won't be enough
but you'll not be you without it
and it needs to be done
and others will take up the banner of the martyrs
when you have joined the martyred ranks
so pray for mercy
be forewarned
and smile.

great lines, joel!!!! I have to sleep now... feriado is already over... work tomorrow, jaja!!!

my mother told me nothin',
like she gave me everythin'....