Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

half a face stares at me
from out of a flock of birds
the bridge awaits a train
seven clear lightbulbs hang from the roof of the skull -
no flower can help now
a dark haired woman advances ahead of a brick wall
a dancer goes absolutely still in mid-pose
as hand piles on top of hand
all the way to heaven

Heaven, heaven, heaven... Oh what trouble ye hath wrought...

Nice poem.

What I meant was...

Fuck heaven. It's not out there.

mnaz wrote:What I meant was...

Fuck heaven. It's not out there.

... don't blame that on heaven -

Why not?

mnaz wrote:Why not?

... because it would be piling travesty on error - there has been enough of that for sure.

Like it....

revolutionR wrote:Like it....

Thx, Rev, appreciate it

Fine work

the mingo wrote:... because it would be piling travesty on error - there has been enough of that for sure.

That's kind of what I meant. Which heaven? Which side's gonna "win" the heaven wars?

dadio wrote:Fine work

Thx, Terry

mnaz wrote:

the mingo wrote:... because it would be piling travesty on error - there has been enough of that for sure.

That's kind of what I meant. Which heaven? Which side's gonna "win" the heaven wars?

I don't know.

Sorry. "Trigger" word (name), I suppose. That Palestine shit gets to me every time.

If I let it.

let it be . . .
mother mary says

let it bleed because
G*d is on both sides

please
don't mind me
I am still crazy