Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I used to wake up with an idea about that day
Age has me like wet color dripping on a virgin canvas
There is blood in my burns because I went to the gym-
My left foot hip and neck are an electrical experience


My spiritual life is much like a dog at the pound
I love all of you but I cannot take you all home
Baggage limit and prices going up
That right and wrong thing is absurd
Heaven and hell
Reward and punishment
I flog myself
I do not need a priest
I have a direct line

So I ask you -God- please can you help us? We are totally blowing it.
Where are the angels?

So I ask you -God- please can you help us? We are totally blowing it.
Where are the angels?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o8HtFHKGC4g

great piece jana
thoughtful inquisition
our innate determination
for evidence, for explanations
that go beyond what we see with our eyes

" age has me like wet color dripping on a virgin canvas"..........superb