Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Rain: The rain falls down and only makes me feel better in the comfort of sadness. The hell that is life at the end of something. It is hard to say goodbye. It is hard to disclose the deadly deepness of ones own hate.

Sun: Sun comes in Sunday morning and my mind only hurts with the images of last night and the after throws of being left and leaving all hope alone.

Hope: I hope I see hope again…

rain in spain
a firends night out
4 am
a drunken piece of student madness

sun of brass
a deserted arabic city of copper
where objects that are left there mysteriously disapear
never to be found again

hope angelic things that fly
thunder-speed growing vegetation
a woman's face smiling underwater
bubbles rushing upwards

sun is the hope of rain

hope is the son of reign

rain is the hops of the sum

I'll sell a bit of hope for a bit of pain and a bit of pain for a season of rain and a season of rain for a year of sun, and for motorcars, police and tommy guns.

--k

axander
you got soul man
don't be scared of yerself!
death rain puddles
cross over
don't look back
conch soup
hope for the hopeless
shaded from the sun
floridaze

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Rain
only rhymes
with pain.

Some equate pain,
with gain,

but rain
is just wet stuff,
when you're sane.

Rain disguises
your eyeses,
from seeing
the lieses,

dear rain
can stop
worry,
keep things
nice and blurry,

so what's
the big hurry,
the predictable
mad flurry,

when,
once out of the rain,
you just see
clearly,
again.....

so what's
the big hurry,
the predictable
mad flurry,

time to smell the gardenias
no definate words
schmoozing with myself