Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

responding
a tiskit
a taskit
i like responding
poetically
or maybe it's
more like jamtrasically
reading your words
then letting my
thoughts flow
o hell yeah
sometimes i gots
this shit of my own
poppin outta my mind
but the respondemous
is where it's at for me
hell some of us have 1,000's
of poems floating on the
cyber waves
some good
some better than that
write a book
a hard copy
it's old hat
this medium won out
the S8 book is here
right here within
save your publishing duckets
it's all free
and by the way
oh say can't you see???....

inhale, exhale
it comes and goes
your words, my response
flow baby flow
grow people grow
we swell with our insight
shrink with denial
the yin-yang paradigm
that keeps us afloat

open door policy
let it all
hangout
within the LAw
finally inside those
boundaries
had totake up
Bass Ale
to replace the other
cough!
the laws are changing
decriminalization of
the herb here on 10/1
doin a celebration
with plaeground band
the tests continue in the
workplace
insurance issues i guess
for now the ale will do

keep rollin' mark
rock the words, the music....
one day, then the next one
the sun rises, hope I do too
one foot in front of the other
dire straights, the walk of life
walkin' on sunshine...whoa o oh
walkin' on sunshine....whoa o oh
what else can ya do, lay down
and play dead, no way man, rock
the word, roll the music, put
a few more coins in the juke box
dig the poet

more fun ...
hell, yeah
all for response

there are so few of us now
we gots to support each other
before theres no one left
im beginning to wonder
at least poetry board is active
the jam was nice
and its always there
as u know mingo
i started chkn out
thistles & marigolds again
judihs there keepin it alive
i think facebook is doin us in
i really do

my brain is a drug
i tried to dry out
i can fly now!
wet with willingness and confused
at what that mirror glass
shows me

i'm a rich man
when i got a beer in my hand

hold on!
you'll be home soon.

home
listening to sly
time
its about
all about time
rode that train
all the way
rode that jam
its always there
gearin up for a show
the 1st of rocktober
i will go off
this place be the bonneville
salt flats of my jam speed
u never missed the jam
cause its always there
call it perpetual

Everybody should start a website or go to a website
or pick out various sights they want to see, participate fluently,
read it aloud, bring it to a crowd, get all dressed up dowdy and such,
have lunch at the local diner, wine her and prime her, count your
followers like subscribers, take up the garbage liners, fill them
with words or the absurdities imagined, fashioned after something
else or some other, totally different than another, cover yourselves
with verbs and pronouns, make do, shoo away the naysayers, play
keyboard harmonies with the instigators, everybody should. Everybody should.
Everybody should not even consider the use of the word "should" 'cause
would anybody anywhere want to tell anybody anywhere what he or she
should or should not do? NO! So....

Everybody should get with the ones they love and SCREW!
Just do it to it, like Nike! Wear your running shoes and split when it's
time that the rhyme ran out, no doubt about it! Let's not cloud it with
speculation or pretend it's a spectator sport, but everybody's gotta snort
some words every now and then, make 'em rush up the spine, those standing
in line entwined around the diadem of honor!

And I have spoken my truth more often than
the youth of myself ever had
the pleasure of viewing, all on the stage,
the rage cuing me on to go go GO!
But what do you know? I know what
I know, you know what you know but everybody's
got to know where to go when they have nowhere to go,
like somewhere they feel is home,
though their boots roam, their rhythms roam,
their tones change, they rearrange their perspective
every time there's an injective they don't get but i say
AHEM!... AHEM! I clear my throat... AHEM!

Let there be women and men, children and ancestors,
the purposeful and the purposeLESS, because when you
least expect it, expect it, the KISS of of a phrase on the
side of the cheek, the assumed weak rising above those
who just sit there twiddling their thumbs,
the numb believers, the truth achievers,
the ridiculously downtrodden, the word cotton
weavers creating garments for us to bare our souls,
the whole entirety of a human
coalition SOLD on the fact that all you gotta do is
LOG ON for crissake! Just LOG ON and
post your soul and there you have it,

Whole, fractioned, debased, increased,
our ultra humanhood creased
like the khakis your daddy used to wear,
front and back, front and back, the lack of understanding
spread like a denim jacket over the muscle-bound backs of pioneers...
and I am HERE to tell you, I am HERE to scream,
I am HERE to be whatever it is it takes for you
to know what I mean! I am HERE to wander, I am HERE to sing,

But I wouldn't do anything, not one little goddamn
thing to make anybody listen to me
because there's no way any human being could
force such a course for the ears but
yanno what? I got a lot to say and I'll play this just the way
I'd play it if I had nothing to say at all except for diary entries.

I'm going to sleep. So keep
the light on, bright on the metaphors, please,
because without the fences, there'll be nothing
left to jump.

Therefore, I strongly suggest you dump
this post in a swallowed lake, take your time
to distinguish, take your time to distinguish,
take your time to distinguish, take your god given
frickin' time to distinguish

Which parts you'd like to remember and which
you'd like to pretend didn't exist.

As it is, as it is, as it is... I am late for my dream date.

PS... thanks for the inspiration.... I haven't written in months. I love ya, Mark! Nothing negative or personal in this post.. just my writing off some steam. Whatever it means.. ?? Lol. It's all music to me. I appreciate jamming bigtime!

yay Dor!
let it rip, dear po-Mind!

and thanks Mark for showing up at Thistles & Marigolds
been jammin with myself for so long, keeping the place warm - welcome!

yeah judih
im wid u
jammin
Doreen its
awesome seeing
u poeticize
u have a gift
let the flow go
we love it
all of us
thats a for sure
or like i pronounce
it with my southeast dc
accent, "fo shore!"

ya know Doreen
know this Doreen
when i read yur words
i hear your voice
i know your voice
and truly love the edge
in your voice
i miss you reading a piece
like this
all passion exhaled
on the edge
on the fringe
do u remember the night
not so long ago
when i had the phone
playing me reading your words
at funks in baltimore
excuse me that was 0ver 12 years
ago, but a drop in the bucket
in our lives, we met like
roman candles, the connect immeasurable
as the crow flies we live so close
its a damn shame how rarely
we connect, the clocks ticking
how much time is left?
im your friend and more
know that, if i had a car
id be over more to your
beautiful house, where i always felt
relaxed and at home.....your wired friend

Loving the voices of a studio eight jamming in the night.
I get to wake up and smile.

nice write - random -the muscles hurt today- i blew the fire out of my body at the gym- my new bones are rattling- so excited to move to the city -thinking about the cacoon of the painting lab at portland state- the basket is full-
i like the gig- life is fine