Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it is having walked through fire that makes ash so serene
test me.
question me.
some where, there is some one, preparing an answer, for we.

here's to a taste of a test of greatness,
here's to a test that allows us a taste,
of our inner great.

we circle in search and fall at same fault lines.
this is what i often argue about.
i only have those two heads first given to me.

it is having dug a hole in sand that makes every bed inferno

ghosts at night are given.
ghastly events on a sleepless soul are grated,
like cheese
for that one who believes in what is being cooked.

remember those nights when souls were so sewn together that words dripped liked honey and
all the volume of this world was way behind and we
spoke promises and yeah and
we only wanted

then came the day we started giving and even laughing and
getting geeked the fuck out
(remember? he says on his back looking up when she said that)
there was a time of universal sovreinty
moments i hold in my heart forever in this head.

i dont want to do and i have no more idea of real and walk away.

walk away is waves on that coast i have not dared yet to go.
go.

a man one day was sitting, just waiting for his wave.
a freind looked for this mans eyes when a set came in.
a man looked down at his watch.
a freind looked at his wrist.
a man caught the first of one of mother oceans pulses.
a freind was witness to length paddled back from the beach.
a man paddled past, his smile was shoulder to shoulder.
a freind caught his glance, looked at his freind and said
"dude, I just lost my watch"

walk away is waves on that coast i have not dared yet to go. go

the coast is like a christmas present that you always wanted.
She asked me If I was afaid of it, (the dark ocean at our backs) as we walked on the beach one night on the outer banks, I thought of that prickle of the hairs on the back of my head when I climbed the stairs out of a cellar, in my pubescent mind a dark rectangular opening in the wood floor with the trap door flung aside, none of that, I wonder what her fear was, I was living in my own dreams, I was there on that beach with her, but with a distanced mind. yeah "life is strange when you find you been living in your own dreams"
in the surf
the ocean stripped me of a
childhood Souvenir
a gold seal of Solomon
a wave took it from me
it was worth the price.

I don't know what the question was
just the end of a long good day for me, like a day at the beach, a day traveling, sing it willie, on the road again, on the commode again. adios. ramble ramble