Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Jim was going down a high desert road
Joshua trees flashing by like alien beings
into infinity riding the spirit wind through
time and lizards leaping toward the door
toward that psychedelic dawn drawn in
like a silent cry when the white light
came rushing in he could feel the desert
air rustle his long hair and the mustang
drove well as he shifted each reality
into the clear light was raining down
through the windshield and stars revolved
like music the end was near and the road
was dear as it vanished into the stoned horizon
strange days have
tracked us down and we can still hear
that sound blowing through, break on through
break on through to the other side, ride the
storm snake, hear the shaman song as night
is your only beautiful friend, your only friend
and the city glimmers out there like a beast
Jim poet clown singer shaman dancer film
maker, deep groove record player
vanished into the perspective point zero
going around around until the music is over
was going down a high desert road
it was like he appeared out of nowhere
with a copy of Nietzsche's 'Will to Power'
in his hand as he balanced on the building
roof, he recited passages out toward the sea
and waited in the " and nothing else besides"
and he still rides the visionary storm his form
moves on through the song the shaman song
and the music is over and the end is near as
the clear light was raining down on his windshield
Jim was going down a high desert road until the end

poet clown singer shaman dancer..
where we gonna find that again?
locked into a script, into a screen?

I doubt we will see the likes of Jim Morrison again
or Ginsberg, Kerouac, Burroughs, or Bukowski
or William Blake, or Poe, or Whitman or Rimbaud
and how many others?

they are in the movies, now, or maybe not

notice there are not any other sites like studio8
Litkicks? were else? is this what the internet
did to poetry? except for really dull forum sites
and those sites that publish a few University
trained writer/poets? I was on one site for
years that had people writing poetry besides
a forum for various other topics, that site
is not happening any more except for what
you can read on there or watch YouTube.
Deoxy

RealitySandwich just censored me, for being
too poetic, i was attacked on there by a famous
writer when i first went on there for being, guess what?
is the internet dead? was it ever alive? jeeze, and I
recall what it was like before, I remember what it
was like just putting together a newspaper rag
of local poets, seemed like a big event at the time

censored for being too poetic? censor the world for not being poetic enough. i've never really looked around the net for poetry.. ok, a couple times maybe, and i found pseudo-nazi types running one of the most promising venues. we miss litkicks for sure-- that was sum jammin'

sum jammin, yeah, and just when it gets jammin,
the thing seems to crash.

seems like it always runs that way
not sure why things that were once so alive
tend to become irrelevant in time,
hard to recognize anything..