Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when it happens
im gonna light the sky
no worries
its begin again
the depths of the ocean the expanse of the sky
whats happened can never die
its you me and everything ever been
dancing infinite
to the beauty within

kneel down before the sacred
and accept your self within
know you as a part
as important as the whole thing
without the cog nothing can turn
without death life can not begin

Fine poem.

Thank you for the poem
I have wondered too

On a personal note:
If I could paint death...it would look like this I think

been dead a few times
acts of kindness brought me back
i guess i have to apologize
for not living up to the expectations of others, disappionting the ones i loved, to making it right- sometimes this cannot be done alone

i love the way you come into my place- and look around

What Beauty!

Thank you for your poem and the ensuing dialogue....landscapes and doorways; until *I* died, the fruit fallen from the tree of life, I noticed I had not yet lived.

~A

when a rock dies in the sea
it is just another kind of death
so many tourists flying in
the land sags
torn by too many footsteps

with a lack of love,
all systems fail.
be they organic or in
with this influx of fuckers to
all places beautiful
we all lose
their search for happiness
will never work
as they cant find it within themselves

there is never any lack of love from with in- it gets complicated-- when there are loves that cannot be accounted for- love that tears you up- but there is love that heals- and that love is never tarnished