Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

gardens of snapshot peeks
a life of wandering....
bushwhacking the brambles
of narrative encounters

the tangles of unkempt pathways exaggerated
and denied

evolutionary wildflowers of learning
vistas of personal eternity
adding, subtracting, multiplying
dividing and conquering the trolls

is every encounter still in there
hiding in the nether-regions of cells
rusting like 1960 Chevrolet Bel Air's
built like tanks, impenetrable as chrome lug nuts

maybe

perhaps every single thought is loitering in caves
waiting to be mined like retro ore
and sent down the greased lightning tracks
on trams of forgiveness

or maybe none of that shit matters
maybe we learn, jettison into Davy Jones' locker
make room for all the possibilities on the tangerine horizon
maybe too much information is the same

as a messy moldy mildewing basement
a clean-up task with significant health risks
better left for the new owners
perhaps souls should come with a warning label

You are inheriting this soul.....AS IS

Is not deep thought mandatory for the creative mind to speak of that which insists on the steps of preponderance?

Yes! ... and yes, the answers are blowing in the winds of those who accept the challenge of wonder.

(another fine piece to instill the imaginative side...)

thanx Cecil...