Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

jam masters, word blasters,
rhythm jazzers, spell casters --
who's gonna play that bass line?
call out your lyrics, i'll call out mine,
it's time to jam, man - let's rock!
who all's here? just checked the clock -

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despite the empty chairs,
i donned my sequenced meter
and low-cut metaphor - no sweeter
beats had i ever heard before -
heart like a kettle drum!
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you are my morning,
my sunrise breath, my stanza dance,
my poem, you, the dream i dream
awakening.

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O, the explosion
of a morning, when Ra
reigns fragrant fragments
of unrivaled pigments,
your eyes, the size
of wonder, the thunder
of your heart against
my breast!

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vibrations do not depend on
the timing of hearts which skip beats -
nothing can create heat like
time-zone distance!
let us repeat heart mantras
let us repeat the pattern of beats,
rejoicing in the insistence
of a new dawn!

i put the rhythm of life on
like a robe, hold hope between
between my breasts, so blessed
the birth of Love in
infancy!
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Love is born from belief.
Thought-semen from a stem cell
fertilizing an open mind.

We dine in a candlelit room,
one bloom in a vase, taste
tender lips, seductive the eve'

And when we breathe
in unison, the song becomes
our treasure, each measure
accompanied by belief.

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empty mind running
circles around squares -
stars point pin-cushioned direction,
love cures, never cliche


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sierra images,
a burnt sienna painted
word canvas, wired eyes,
storm cries wild, wolf howls,
prowls of epiphanies, lightning
streaks, piques of curiousity!
hello goodbye hello

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I ran with assateague ponies
neck and neck - their manes
played on airwaves, my hair
made wisp-patterns like a sail -
i was a bare-back maiden,
the shoreline, my mist-vision,
each hoof-beat echoed
an hourglass sand
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scents of salt
taste of sea
free-crash waves!
roam the beach!
escape undertow
by dive, so alive
a shoreline.

love is a sandcastle,
vast towers crumble
when trampled
or weathered
by surf and storm.

be careful
where you build it.
repair its ruins.

we are dune-travelers,
beach-rovers,
salt-sense grains!

you cannot blame
the sea or rain for
a castle's demise.

build it again!
love remains.
love remains.

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i am at home
with seascapes -
he is resistant
to sun and sand,
his castle, my heart.
we choose mountain-magic

I like these.

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Well that's why you posted them, right?

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Right!

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Cool! Thanks.

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You're welcome! Nice talking to you.

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And nice talking to you, too!