Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

1.
gravity has its purpose.
it keeps us from flying
into spaces we never
should have explored.

I believe in the grave
necessity of feet and meter.
without them, we would topple
face forward into mudpie supper,
grit between our teeth.

2.
there is no way to edit
my eyes from former titles
I gave myself during eras
of blindness

3.
nor is there a way
to determine solitude
beneath cumulous
clouds.

mass has a way
of reckoning with
matter.

let there be rain.
let there be reason
umbrellas.

4.
backward banished into
up instead of down mobility

i am awed by the essence
of time and wonder, forever
amazed by the order
of minutes

5.
to wallow in einstien theory
would be superfluous.

what goes down, goes down.
what goes up, goes up.

pull your bow
shoot a newton into my
gratuitous target.

bullseyes are red.
simple shit.

come on.

6.
blind retinas
pretend to view
remarks
without consideration
to an iris.

leave it
alone.

depart
from vision.
view vacancy.

7.
see me glare
between eyelash hairs,
tears refracting
your glance.

i took a chance.
you looked.

shoulders frame a smile
neck turned back to
catch a glimpse
of windchimes.

remember how
they played querulous
harmonies with our
breathing
in and out?

8.
fragrant dilemmas,
torn sheets tossed over
curtain rods, irises and yellow
roses in a windowsill vase,
traces of dot-to-dot skin
connections.

freckles of
fate.

9.
reluctant, perfuse.
forced with a fluid flush,
flooded over and across,
reticent to admit.....

fragrant dilemmas
lingered in fabric threads.

oh how he loved me when he loved me
when he loved me like that, his eyes
wed to the tear stain, his glance an
arrow stab, my chest blasted with a
movable spot of bloodblast,

vast, the retention
of a memory

i have scents enough
for a lifetime.

10.
alternate meanings
are the ultimate
desired side effects
of expressive
collaboration

there is a canvas.
ten people hold brushes
which they dip in a
myriad of possible
paint hues,
simultaneously.

the piece grows legs,
wings, tentacles,
a new beast emerges
with each stroke.

dizzyness can be
quelled by allowing
the eyes to follow
a river flow.

float downstream.
the river is a canvas.

11.
evidence must be gathered
by those who have the hindsight
and foresight and training to do so
with skill.

do not tell me you know
until you know enough to tell me
you know enough to show
evidence, gathered
scientifically.

I have neither the time
nor the patience
to attempt to comprehend
an inarticulate ruse.

gather data together to either
amuse or move, but do not
bother me with inconsistencies
or ridicule or vagaries or connections
of spiderweb thought.

rules have been to exclude
guilt and sentence.

I would die for you but
do not condemn me for it.

12.
arrogant admissions
to guilt plague the minor man.
i feel remorse only for offenses
i commit when i deny
sunrise.

arrogance
can never pass
through thought
membranes,
no matter
the liquid
viability
of overbearing
evidence.

13.
gravity has its purpose.
I believe in the grave
essence
of time and wonder,
amazed by the order
of minutes

of expressive
collaboration

it is our nature to seek self expression

b] "Believing that self-expansion is a basic motivation for human behavior, Aron and Aron (1986) state that people are attracted to others in whom they see the opportunity for self-expansion."[/b]

Have you ever found the meaning in misunderstood words?
Felt the continuity of all life flowing through your veins
The simplicity of a falling star
That you are a man who does not fit in?
That you are a singularity?

but

when I hear her laughter it is a good day no matter what
her face burns my eyes like the sun
My eyes register the light in her words
matter does not matter to me
gravity warps space and time
the illusion that we are in the same space and time
when cyber space is not really any space at all
and nature abhors a vacuum in the heart.




Rhyme and meter? no way
Somebody who has some poetry in them will give it what it deserve

I give it a 13 on a scale of ten but The tin man regrets his new heart

It is all there
And there is no redemption
And I believe in the grave
There they bury all the harm I have done
Consideration for others came too late
Nothing can be done
By inarticulate writers like me
But I can’t stop now just because I am a ruse

there is no way to edit
my eyes from former titles
I gave myself during eras
of blindness

gather data together to either
amuse or move, but do not
bother me with inconsistencies
or ridicule or vagaries or connections
of spiderweb thought.

I do it only to amuse
just an old got dam fool
her jester with the scarlet letters

the love in my heart gathers cobwebs
she is a dangerous woman
footsteps go into her lair
but none come out

you all make it hurt so good

I wrote these last night, jamming with myself here

http://www.scroll.org/critic/

Top of the thread is here

http://www.scroll.org/docs/critic/works71/66249.html

jamming with myself here
no hand puppets?

I thought I heard a couple lines Clay.



I hardly ever posted to the old poetry board because I felt as if I descreated poems with Doggerel, if you can even call my inarticulate writing that.

My eyes are shot. going to read it tomorrow. I know I got to go, was hoping to finish Zlatko's culture post before I do, going to print it out (I am such a miser with ink)

need to get back to working for the yankee dollar. Going to give you all a vacation from me. If you run across anything indiscrete of mine please delete. Mtmynd caught me fuking up big time today, i could kiss him for that.

If I hear the sunrise then I have made it through another night

thank you

All of the lines are mine.

I don't ever post any of Clay's lines in my poetry.

I wouldn't do that even if I wanted to.

Why?

Because I need to comprehend everything I post
no matter how little I understand it.

Plus, that would be theft.

I feel bad enough stealing from my own head.

Goodnight.

I am torn through three times twice
gravity laughs with me
while we are watching all of them implode.

1. graves posses its had
flying keeps us from it
never spaces into we
have, explored, should.

2. fear a time rgret it
blind skies hormone recitals
I shave our selves mirrors
in blindness

3. ron there is a way
determine solitude to get a friend
be earth coming and loud
wow.

master a bait
projecting this width
matter?

i felt all thier pain.
left every season.
start raining.

4. calotonic catastrophes we do
astronomical euphoric real all ality

sense ence by all senses
come shine blonde i'll die for ever
mazed in disorder
religions

5. (to be continued....(must get sleep))

who falls down, Who stays down?
get up, Fuckin stay up.

bow your know
shoot another sunshine into mine
major political regrets.

these eyes are dead.
simple shit.

right on.

6. retaining lies
viewing pretends
marked
considered a liar
hidden your iris

believe us
alone.

depart from view
vision vacancy.

7.beneath my stare
past a glimpse of cares
years reacting
our dance.

birthed chance
witnessed.

be living create smile
body leans toward
a dip
in ocean.

slepdremaries now
playing those memories
seeing
begin without.

8. toilet seat blow jobs
worn beat walked over
curtain rods and lots of yelling
rose to find your pain in my maze,
traces how you found an in
recharges.

9. ......

dug it...

"shoot a newton".....


thanks.

i feel remorse only for offenses
i commit when i deny
sunrise.

I thought I heard a couple lines Clay.

I just though of clay when I read those lines.

that's all
just made me think of clay

Thanks, mnaz & sTruckin'!

And Ronnie.... love the words you wove around and with mine!

Thank you!

Bring on 9 - 13!

Beautifully done my friend and the poetic replys only added to the over-all beauty of this thread.

In meter and rhyme
some parts devine
but I can't dance on feet
with a steady beat
or in a poetic line
but I can rhyme
from time to time
if my muse is incline.
So to you I take a bow
to your creativity and style
with a smile
cause poetic beauty please me
"C".

thank you, iblieve, for your kind words... a lovely poetic reply!

i hope thom at the scroll isn't pissed at me... i sorta hogged the critic corner board writing these with myself the other night...

it was an experiment with the software..

the idea is to make a poem from the titles... thinking about doing that next time at the next Word Jam over there...

if you have time go over to the corner and check it out and see what i mean about the titles making a poem... let me know what you think about trying to carry this out at a word jam..



Thanks!

Works for me dear, I think it is an amazing idea these are wonderful. Is the jam still on for this weekend at your site? Hope so.
"C"