Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

mellow sits
accepting as it always does the little things
refusing by its very character to
shout out!
mellow sits
forgotten in its impact there
a tiny little burped inconsequence
though shout it would
like to strut and step
make a little fuss
as if it might be heard
beneath the silent din
so mellow sits
and softly dreams
acceptance fits demeanor
for time being
but mellow's gold and serves
its own sweet purposes
sits
beneath my window
and is calm

very nice
themed
mellow
following words
flowing
ouch
sparp
pointed
acute
to the point
eencraydeeblay!

Thanks jimbo very much for all your wonderful comments hereabouts.

Yes, mellow is a staunch little advocate for
taking it easy, meditating on the facts of things
but not flying off the handle, instead it
maintains, it
smooths the brow of life's little tragedies
mellow is a groove I can move to
slide to
it is a tune croonable to my edgy self when I
get that urge to act upon
a not well thought out plan
mellow sits and contemplates the larger thans
and lets the flow of life play out its hand

here
a toast to mellow
may it sit with me
share a glass of wine
stroke my urgencies
into submission
calm the heretofore
wild-eyed vixen
life

don't calm nothing baby
what a sen·su·ous fountain of delight you are

bird's egg in backyard buddha's lap
shining white in the sun
now broken open
ancient chinese delicacy inside
old lumps of dried birdie egg fu forever young
and below buddha's mat
mousey droppings
contemplated then
swept away with a bean pod
dried annd fallen
from backyard reverie tree
then placed on altar
behind
threaded lacy pine brushes
from high up blown in
did my bows
made my vows

Ah Jimbo, thanks for the read. Thanks for the communicate.

Sensuous. Sexuous. Indigenous to the human species. Fornicate. Copulate. A lot of ates. I must be hungry.

Anywate! I mean, anyway...

I love writing. I love to attempt to transcend this ratty-assed body and mind travel. Peek into the nooks and crannies of my brain pan. There is much to investigate.

Words really are a mind fuck. A beautiful mind fuck. The natural flow of it. Not so much the toiled at, laboured at, intricate detailed kind, but more so the kind that whisk in like a broom and sweep you off your feet and leave you laying there on your backside gasping...maybe even laughing. Hard to come by. and. Easy to come by. I'm nowhere near there, but may I never lose the fun of trying.

Thanks for the wordly encouragement Jimbo. I appreciate.

egg fu forever young

Yes, I want me some of that. Scrambled for the masses and eaten whole. Egg fu forever young in spirit, always.