Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

between the lines
is truth from other lives,
I write for the chance
to tap the vein, that
magnetic mainline
to authenticity, it hides
in the dark spaces
'tween the small talk
of small minds and the egomania
of ugly ties
but... there is a celestial sliver
when the guards come down
Eden is nothing more
than human connection
soul to head
head to heart
the slender chance to love
we need it like a regenerative drug
we crave it like a cool drink
in the desserts of all time passed
sparks can fly when they are unbound
they sit like childhood fireflies
in glass jars on the shelves
in the pantry of all that ever was
there are punched holes in the lids
for breathing, but time is running
out, running away
like the gingerbread man
who tries to escape being eaten,
I won't say another word
you'll see it all in my eyes
see it all, in the lines on my face

(quiet applause)

these heads of ours
bobbing like corks
in the waters -

end of November, saw, and she's shaking her ass at us as she heads out the door leaving us gray skies & the remains of the first quantifiable snow even now bending to the will of warmer temperatures & rain - the promise is more to come - through the mouth of the apostle Paul the Holy Spirit spoke & said:

"What is seen is temporary, what is unseen is eternal"

Well spoken.