Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

all I feel is real
it's all here on my skin
it itches

sensory data
ego is not the flesh
bubble pops

Buddha baby steps
first thing to go is me
karma runs backwards

limping along
doing it the hard way
lsd and a mercedes convertible

blessings of cheap books
the art of happiness
Dalai Lama

all I feel is real
it's all here on my skin
it itches

egg man I am going to try again here because the emoticon was a stupid idea

not trying to trivialize any of this because Haiku is real. a real deal play a little theremin music
here. http://theremin.music.uiowa.edu/MIS.html


limping along
doing it the hard way
lsd and a mercedes convertible

three breath practice
sensory day as real as I feel
subjective clarity

I did it one time with a white 300sl convertible and some very clean windows of perception, I was objectifying sensory data all over the place. It was an enlightening experience. Sorry about the ramble, trying to get back to my driving zen practice, it was so easy to do with wheels under me. Take away the sensory data of 18 wheels and replace it with the four plastic rollers under this chair that I sit in

haiku don't lie
sensory data does
smokey haze

inside my skin I am you
outside me
true ku escampes me now

just limping along with a jay.

if I was not intoxicated I would be doing this better

but in the end
a man is just a man
and a ku ain't nothing


help help
three line perimeter
fenced in.

but is it any way to write a ku.
where is SooZen, judih, big mama and the flower lady
Cecil say ku ain nothing, but those two women held my hand when I was taking baby steps into the non spiritual world of Haiku.

lungs slow roasting
no more boasting
no more smoking

pot is not
ogden nash rot
time to stop

no more boasting
a lesson learned today
fear the protector

abracadabra
day passes frozen
haiku magic

sleepwalker awakes
aura fireworks snap crackle
on the soma sidewalk

panic attack
static in the attic
Freeze tonight chilling

i feel my skin
i hear my ears
i see my eyes
i smell my nose
aand shit my ass

I felt a touch
A dialogue of the skin
Haiku dreamer

Between shit and piss
Baby with a plundered heart*
Born to lose this time


wireman*

pilled sadness
healing bones broken
mangled mind

sexual frustration
mangles mind with self pity
heart on the mend