Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

[a glimpse into where i was three and a half yrs ago...]


bending my soul to fit within my pulsating ego

vintage clothing
draping the gothic festival
in blackened lace,
velvet skirts swirling
to the beat of electronica,
the poe-echtomy of performance
shuttles aimlessly thru the
distortion of something new,
anything new, we must be new.
dichotomy of the cherry lobotomy
nothing is ever new
but the discovery of self
new ways of looking
new ways of seeing
new ways of communicating
new ways of transcending
the monotony of the biology
disguising its presences
thru times rapid descent
six feet under, one inch
at a time, when feet are
measured with compasses
poised in their readiness
to calculate the endless
vibrations exuded by thoughts
traveling at hyperspeed
thru cyberspacial existential
voices crying under their breaths
for the formulations that bring
forth the answers that stumble
frog-legged in the pond of drowning
lotus blossoms past their prime.
mea culpa, mea culpa,
awaken the eye to what is truth
no disguises, no masks, no ideas
without charm, without reasons,
daring to be the accepted by your own
in this: our world, your world, my world
spinning with precision that only
nature can provide...
bring on the bubbles of fortitude
let them burst in melodies of
tunes that click the heels,
snapping fingers in the rhythm
that only life can bring...
the bird is a bird
the tree is a tree
but man-o-man! what the fuck
is this beast that has thumbs-
up into the wilderness of space...
we seek out our heavenly homes
getting higher, and higher, and higher
hoping to join in union deep
expelling our seeds thruout
the cosmic field pulsating eternally.
new becomes the festival forever
seducing the imagination into
the wombs of afterlife's beckoning.

cecil [...and not knowing where i am now]

Egos are big enough to encomposs the soul and anything else. I had mine surgically removed and then donated it to science.
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Mercedes 240D

...

pulses
pounds
thrashing away
eaten alive
self
self
self
ego says it's
all about me

way to go cec.

Many thx, Dave, Truck, and 4-d, for the replies...

"bending my soul to fit within my pulsating ego"

that's the common name for one of the moves in the Kama Sutra (Non-Standard edition), no?

good one, e-dog!! gave me a monday smile. hahah..

Isn't the Ego another vehicle that didn't last -- like the Yugo?

Well, Bob, it was tuff enuff to squeeze that soul into the ego, but not nearly as difficult as squeezing the ego into a yugo, u know?

I thought it was tought enough to squeeze the blood from a stone????
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history of recession

"monotony of the biology" is a nice insight into the hegemony of "bodymind."

Nice poem. I like.