Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

free french the golden thoughts
and lie down with the essence
that is dispelled from the orifice
of the liberating highway for
tunnel vision is unbecoming to you.

let the words drip from your self
and see the patterns displaced
before your opened eyes, with rhyme,
without reason, without conditions
placed upon you, for you, by you.

dispel the guardians of the ego
into the bondage of ether placenta
and succumb to the numbness
of freedoms dancing light,
pregnant with lavenders sucking bees.

forbid not the tassels to twirl
long past your graven image, but
kneel gently upon the asphalt of boredom,
while imagination rips into a sonata
in 'see sharp'... no flats on this trip!


cecil

nice work!!!

mindless ramble follows

beyond ego
beyond parents
life is mystery

zero_hero wrote:nice work!!!

Thank you kindly, JT.

zero_hero wrote:mindless ramble follows

beyond ego
beyond parents
life is mystery

life is too short
to waste on words
that avoid truth

mtmynd

lives are wasted
for the truth
everyday

Unk wrote:lives are wasted
for the truth
everyday

truth that is wasted
may prove to be an
untruth until time
polishes it into a
gleaming light
which illumines
the shadows until
no thing but truth
remains for all to see

I liked the poem a lot Cecil but, {for some reason I am not quite aware of yet}, the truth is something that I associate with Dick Cheney and Adolph Hitler. Just call me Crazy Jack. Nietzsche died for my sins.

tarbaby wrote:I liked the poem a lot Cecil but, {for some reason I am not quite aware of yet}, the truth is something that I associate with Dick Cheney and Adolph Hitler.

that is odd, JT, unless you are referring to the fact that "truth" has reached an all time low since their personal actions were a fact in itself... but far from Truth as one can be...?

Time for me to go fix a couple of turkey dogs for lunch... care for one?

If it sounds odd to you it is probably me
I am an odd fellow.
I been thinking about joining the Independent Order of Odd Fellows

methinks you do more thinking than doing. am i right? not that there is anything wrong with thinking... i am guilty as every thinker is and maybe more so.

sometimes i feel like jack kerouac, if typing is doing, typing and thinking doin the old keyboard jitterbug.

save a turkey leg for me.