Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Do you ever feel like you are the death knell of a conversation
that if you'd just buttoned up
only buttoned up
they would not have gone away
left you standing with that lost wordy look on your face
ooooo baby baby gotta staple my lips
gotta glue my fingertips to my hips
be silent
silence is the mystery
those who speak
say too much
their only audience is the death knell of regret
ahhhhhh
but it is only my weak kneed spirit that speaks
utters the incomprehensible form and fashion
bleak days ahead my friend
when you stand in the crowd completely alone
and the death knell sounds
to high heaven

Eureka!

morose
lost
awoke in a dark mood
thh silence of thhe breath
at one with thh breath
bodymind one
solitude
pink bubbles floating away
belly sucks it in
belly slacks it out
just remember
there's no tomorrow
when you're happy
breathing in life
breathing out thanks

When life comes to death
does it matter
whether you are alone or in a crowd?
Just let me go naturally.

their only audience is the death knell of regret

It could be
But you tell me I am not clear
Because you think I don't get it
Maybe so
Or maybe not

So much moral clarity in the world these days


Alien blues
stranger in a lonely crowd
a perfect squelch

Thanks for writing mousey
Sincerely
Thank you

Thanks for writing you two.

Your words are always a pleasure to receive.