Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Been staring at the past
Because I cannot get away from me
Since I started running from my problems
Just wanted to be free
Never would slow down
One step ahead I try to stay
Always wanted to leave town
No such thing as one rainy day

These people places things
Are like a design of a life
That is invisible; a web

The rain came down hard
Little garden smiles in fresh scent
Tears all over the yard
Still never sure what anyone meant

beautiful honesty
sings like no other
it's never too late to see

Awww
The nightingale-
Song of love

you nail the honesty i try for and rarely can spit out
thank you

I feel like my x files are alien
That my words like a sailboat
On a windy lake somewhere
Else
Not here
It’s 300 in the morning
Led here on a leather leash
Something has me awake
I want it to be angels
But maybe the ones that wake me
Have other ideas
Wanting more than ever
The perfect peach
Drowned me in juice
trickles in blessing
The moment
Birds all singing
The hummingbird peeks in the window
Many times each day
Love these starlight nights
In the heat
Diligent

Thank you Terri- I get that I am from the twilight zone- hey it’s ok! I kind of like it - even if I feel naked and vulnerable
Which is never a great idea
At least ; the euphoria of feeling connected
Loved; of value-
Hopefully when I see my mother I can keep my cool
I never could just enjoy her company

She was too beautiful- too animated- too lonely like famous people
Never let that guard down

Football - coaching- my mother dressed a cheerleader
As a model with a shopping basket filled with t v dinners in a wedding gown
Honestly : I thought that getting married meant you got what you wanted at the super market
Was not true
In the acid days of the late sixtieon the hog farm
Ben and jerry
Ben lommand - Felton; Santa Cruz
No one had the blues
Smiles stuck on people’s faces
Strange hippies fucking in the road
Wavy gravy
Yep
Rainbow bus
Sandra marvel
And Phil
The buses
Ken Kesey
Paul jrasner
Baba ram sass
Sounds like a game show
I touched Norman mailers hand and he looked me in the eye
He knew all about when your hands cannot write fast enough
Or your mind is - going for it.
rapidly growing into a metamorphosis
Of parenting and Europe
Married an Italian that worked in Africa
That is one of Many places
That these unusual bursts of energies
Fly up and reintroduce themselves
Like an old friend
Urging you to do what you do
That is the best I got
I’m a grandmother
Wavy gravy ice cream- and wavy potatoes chips
Geodesic domes
Yep red dome
That was us- ami and Jana
Wood burning stoves and all kinds of beautiful
Ferns and a view on hey nine of the sea
Rolling hills of green- ah it struck me how unreal
The places I had been
-
Where am I going next?
Am I to let the fingers fill with light
?

The last night i imagine of love before he went away
Tragic in some status of unsurpassed efforts
Seeking attention and approval ; smoke
Rises to the ceiling : smoke rings hit the suns rays
She went to that place where time and space
Hold hands- the land says that this is a joke
Oil coal - electrical- support a way of days gone by
That old way is not going to fly

Past.

O

When the time comes
There is a moment
When awareness will come along and confide in you

Like a whisper
A giggle
Perfect timing for angels to answer my prayers

Past present future
I am not lost

Having a party for me
That is just nuts