Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

been looking
from the past at the present
altered. left behind
lost
for a moment

no other than the future
sought me out
taught me
to fly like a pheasant
low over the earth

no grind
sweetness fluttering thru
grass all green

glistening in the soul
i reach for now
cooking in the sun
trees swaying
wanting more
than i can give

in time the wind gusts
my sleeping lust

so many sleeping lusts
sex the most ludicrous
power the most insidious

"in the wind"
the truckers would say
"I am in the wind, I am going to put it in the wind"

I just a cliche, but to me it seems like my life is in the wind.
All of us.
Not much i can say about gender I can't say.
I may have an enteric brain too
but it is womb-less
can man think as deeply about
life and death as woman
or can man think more easily about death
than woman can about life

One thing for certain sister
you all are interesting
I never get bored anymore
since I started noticing women

Only through woman did man learn to taste the tree of knowledge


God's Second Blunder -- Serpent Woman and the Gestalt in Nietzsche's Thought

it all about life and death for me these days
time don't mean so much to me any more

Sorry Wandered off topic of your post

I spent a lot of time thinking about time and the time slipped away before I noticed I just want my sister to be healthy. so little time to make amends for the sins of her father

but
"if we fill every moment with love
the time will see that it is done"

She is deep into rancor, I can't blame her, but it is not helping her,
so I try to stay cool on my stool and not let my male vanity get in the way

Her son is paying for those sins too.
Hell I don't know creative
I live in this text boxes
sorry

i drink the goo
in a few
to see if i get to keep body parts- i think that i will never take me
to this party
i will keep all my parts
no i will not try any drugs
thanx
i feel like death
will reunite me with a crew
that loved me more than i could ever know
they watch over me here
so since my job is not done
i drink the goo
and make it fun

I live here in this asylum for the terminaly vain
where no one ever dies
I don't have much feel for death most days
sometimes I feel the blood pounding hard in my temples
hear it too
and I feel very old
I too would like to keep my body parts intact
probably just a superstition


You get such interesting proposals in the mail when you get to be my age
adult diapers,; prepaid burial insurance, and power wheelchairs

I will probably have to start budgeting any day now. I been thinking about willing my brain to Smith College for their male studies department.

so laughing- oh my god
did you see jack ass the movie where they soup up the motorized wheelchair-fly down the hills of sf?
not one of my personal goals, but i can relate- harleigh davidson still sounds the best- life insurance? probate- there are alot of rotten houses stuck in probate because of hospice-so going broke before you die should be fairly simple-as opposed to after- debt etc maybe as many rotting houses as homeless?

I think about Jack Kerouac's line about the forlorn rags of old age and think it ain't so bad. I have had my time in the sun. But I ain't wasting time no more. Ha.

so many sleeping lusts
sex the most ludicrous
power the most insidious

every time i come here i leave with something more. thanks jack.

this time is mine
a moth comes to my hand
lands on my wedding ring finger
naked except for a beaded ring
it is early or late
depending on who you are
i couldnt wait to have coffee
the smell just brings me to so many places
my one fatal cigarette, a patch
i can almost breathe
after every system re-establishes itself
i am awake
i wonder at ideas that cross
my fields littered with joyous playful
laughter of children
surfboards strewn on the lawn
loud cooking sounds
tropical flowers
faces of those i love
places i learned hard lessons
gave of myself too freely
lost what i thought i owned
this time is mine
oh so fine

Every guy I knows
gots a mail-order-bride.

Sign my name on the line
and date night goes on and on
little gesture
all is fine.

i was a mistress
to a man
that has a mail order bride
for four years
he wanted someone to talk to
she cleaned his house
had a baby
and he loved both of us

Well I don't know what you left with dino but I hope it was helpful. Boy sleeping lusts, nobody did better with them as a culture than the Greeks I think. Oh yes I dig those ancient Greeks. There was a culture I could get behind. Yes they had a handle on sleeping lusts in their collective soul. Freud made good use of their myths as metaphors.

sleeping lusts
after the love is gone
one day its just ok
opening that door
even if wearing a bathing suit in the tropical ocean
is the best
there is
i know as do my lusts
no longer sleeping
secret smiles
4th of july eyes
big surprise

I hope you have a good 4th of July Creative Soul. I am looking at the bird up on the banner and looking for spring.

my first husband
and my first boyfriend
came back into my life after 30 years
i thought they were dead
each love
carries a piece of my soul