which ocean

[saw]

which ocean
has those pearls of wisdom,
where ?
can I dive into thoughts
that transcend the mind
bounce around,
a curious ball bearing
baring my balls.....
ricochets of ethereal light....

the auras of a thousand poets

they seem friendly enough
but they rarely speak to me as I would prefer
musicians, historians
mathematicians, wire-walkers.....
it's all there somewhere
among the gem stones, the fools-gold
and the quicksand that swallows gazelles,

we mine the eternal voices
with the razor wit of our desire
we reach out to touch
the commuters fingers
hanging out the windows
from trains emeritus passing

those mighty locomotives
with loco motives
pulling all those cars of poetic words
on..... and off the paper tracks,
the gathered..... and the running amok,
we tap the keg

skilled hands
with a big fucking mallet

Steal Away
Steel a Way


infinite, universal.
eternal terminals
concepts
Billy Shake meets Timothy Leary
they bleed like madras
the watercolors drip
on the canvas awning
above the gallery of time

we recycle......
for the good of the planet

[mnaz]

Time and distance are funny things. Maybe that's why I like to go out in the desert sometimes and see if I can make sense of either one. And all those oceans! Flesh is a problem sometimes, 'cause ya gotta keep feeding it, but yeah, for better or worse and everything between, there they are, the great oceans..

[stilltrucking]

I can always count on studio eight for a morning smile

[judih]

back to spoken word. Well spoken, Steve

[mnaz]

"...watercolors drip
on the canvas awning
above the gallery of time"
Yes.

[saw]

thank you colleagues...

[mtmynd]

thank you colleagues...

Thank you! Steve AW.... for without the words there is no contemplation.

May your streak continue until it's no longer....

[saw]

thanx Cecil...i had fun with this one
who knows how any of this works....Words
enter the meandering mind and find their way
from the cosmos to the page....Write On !

[mtmynd]

thanx Cecil...i had fun with this one
who knows how any of this works....Words
enter the meandering mind and find their way
from the cosmos to the page....Write On !

I couldn't resist another read of your journey piece...
so cool, so mild, so fesh to my feebled mind always
on the lookout of that which never was until now...

therein lies the limited future that cries out - Yes!