Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Today I will immerse myself
in lonely love
and thoughts of you
Memory will accompany me
on my solitary walk

Comic lives
Cartoon characters in black and white
Eyes and smile drawn in to match the mood
We make you laugh
In our absurdity
Our world began a sterile page
Empty lines

Straight faced

Straight laced

Dudley Do Right

You.

Snap out of it!

Why?

Because you act the fool, it does not become you.

And the solitude in your eyes?

This pleases?

Warms at night?

Your soul --

Candlelight and shadow

Flickers precariously

Threatening to go out

Alone

And why

Fucking pride!

take a bath in love
it's warm as the womb

that page is the
most terrifying valentine
empty like a virgin shadow

If I could take your hand
You might understand
How you move me
The clasped hands of two people in love
The fingers snugly laced
Two against the world
Whatever we face
Assured by warmest touch
We do not go alone

I caress your face, lips
Lay my palm against your beating chest
Brush my fingers down, down
To linger there where all my pleasure rests
My eyes so filled with want they can't contain
I surrender to this sense of touch
My need to feel you cover me, enter me
And joined as one
You take my hands in yours
Locked together
We are finally complete

Standing face to face
Eye to eye
The first thing I will do
Is take your hand
I'll lead you down that garden path
Beg you to come with me

I live in a delusion
And I do not give a damn
I want to take your hand

Oh Hi LRod. Welcome.

I'm writing.

Come down to the water baby

Come down and swim with me

Come down to the water baby

And feel the sea


Let the water cleanse us baby

Let the water wash us clean

Let the water bind our bodies

Eternally


My eyes are open baby

Your face is all I see

My eyes are open baby

Come in to me


All the world has seen our laughter

All the world has seen our tears

All the world can go to hell my love

You are all I need

"I am weak
you give me strength
lies all lies
I am a truck I own you"

in the real world I am down to the sucky feeling
the missing of the white cylender of death
choo choo puffs of smoke
and kissing her breasts
I think of st anne this red letter day
like every male google eyed over marilyn monroe
I think of her trip to bedlam and back
did she ever have one man in her life
true love
perfect kindness
a jumper cable kind of guy in a flannel shirt and blue jeans,
oh man if i could have been her shrink, i would have been disbared for sure, drumed out of the medical core, cause I would have done anything she asked, just so things was right with me and her.
sex is so ridiculous I know, but I wonder what pillow talk would have been like with her.

really pretty work mousey thanks for the inspiration I hope it was not to macbre.

in the same vein

sylvia and ted
the one man she could not control
the man she bit that night at the party
the man who bore the scars of her passion
oh my dear mad girl, if only you could have been more like the bohemian girls at Smth

I was walking down the boardwalk in ocean city, a pretty blonde woman was walking towards me, when she looked directly at me she held her abdomen like she had become nauseous
Not that a dialogue of the skin is not an eloquent conversation, but suppose you had to lie there afterwards and make pillow talk about the latest episode of CSI

Heh Heh!

Hi still.

No, not too macabre. 'Twas just right.

I see that you are working through your day as I am mine.
Not too shabby there still, not too shabby at all.

Thanks for reading. You too, LRod.

Guys really are just big ol' mushy melons aren't they?

Heh Heh again! still

Finding your groove I see.

These thoughts of yours, I'm semi following them....
Sceery that!

I just be thinking romantically today, Waking up his hard to do, got a neighbor she of blue eyes and light brown hair just a kid in her forties, and very fit, a country girl, a red necked girl she has had two ex husbands both truck drivers (by a coincidence I am a retired truck driver) There she is the only woman not related to be by some incest taboo that I see almost every day, now all you virtual friends of mine, this is where I come because in this real world here on my end of these text boxes no body cares about Anne Sexton or Sylvia Plath, you asked once why are we here and I said to have some fun, oh yes and too save the world while we are doing it. I hear a woman put her hair down twice just joking ya know, like oh oh body image problem and I want to be their with my jumper cables and remind her how beautiful she is. I think I am going to have to read Don Quixote because from the little I know about it he wrote my life.

still!.....25 years!!!!!!

And you're quittin' smokin'!

Good cause to be a little tightly wound methinks.

But sounds to me like you do love someone....

And that is good, maybe even as good as.....or not.

Unrequited love, there is an epidemic of that in the world it seems.

Jaysus!!! Am I seeing apparitions now. Words appearing then disappearing. Ah well, still, I think you'll be able to make sense of my reply. You won't think I'm bonkers.

mousey--

of course you're bonkers

but that's allowed

besides you are bonkers in a wonderful way