Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

teach me
to be subtle
to lose myself
in the never known

assurance isn't necessary
when faith smiles broadly
and flexes her muscles.....
there is magic in believing

there is love
in lips curled up
trying to touch the ceiling
evidence is what you make of it

any image from joy to despair
ain't always truth.....no........
perceptions rule the roost
so I wait for the oracle chicken

with the big brown eyes
the sexy beak
and that strut to die for
I think that is more than fair

but of course it could be fowl

dino would be proud of us
if we resurrected the kiwi
hoisted the emu upon our shoulders
and played a flightless symphony

to ground us in our journey through quixotic times

Dino is inspiring from secret locations

We need more kiwi poems. Flightless, flightful, and all coordinates between. Concur.

Amen (is plural)

Ah man is never.

the divine is unbearable.

so much to bear, bare?

High brrr neigh....t

Steady as she rocks...