Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

use your youthful energy
uplift me
show me the reason to cling to the sun
blast me off to meteors
wake me up for secret sojourns
let's journey to impossible possibilities
uplift me

my energy ain't so youthful
but my spirit is ever stronger
i am learning concentration
and mindfulness
and know the difference
i am paying a lot more attention now

your head is annointed with oil
in thhe presence of your enemies
but i also pray for them
and for a way through to peace
and i know this will happen

otherwise it is you
who fly me
to da moon
and takes me
to da stars

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I like this.
Spirit is willing,
even in mission scrub's mind,
blast off for the nebulae within,
meandering meteor metaphors,
energy matters, youth of wonder,
no matter in space, reflections new,
and light may outrun a twinkle...

all that glitters is not gold
golda meir from milwaukee was here
she was here and she was there
glittering a hope
mission is a go
beyond abort
let it flow
flowing on down to th underground stream
unto a fountain a desert stream
down the mountain to canyon below
a pool of water oasis of green
ten feet beneath th desert's heat
th light brilliant white at canyon's wall
step out into space and build a fire
driftwood flames that warm the stars
and rest in peace
restore thy soul
and wake to know there is something more
beyond that distant canyon floor
green meadows above
the other side
a windy gap
a place to bide

rubbing two thoughts together
we wait for sparks
a hint of epiphany
above the low gully
genius waits to be heard
we listen, we rub
we spark our thoughts together
sudden connections fuel the force
we rub our thoughts together
hoping for success

yes there will be a healing
the desert will bloom soon
it's time for a change
blossoms in th wind

buckets of rain
january man
springtime woman
buckets of moonbeams
dylan's harmonica
playing in mi head
friday!
free and fancy
listening to the many....many forms of nature boy..........

Throw off those chains
You don't need the pain
Freedom can not be abstained
Dance to the joy in the rain
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TV Gossip

it was snowing in green bay
we watched it on big screen tv
thwn it rained in florida and i said
hey, groovy!

when i met my wife i had no tv
now i are one
oh me

i only see it when at cj's
threw mine out the window
when bush stole the 2000 election

i threw mine away too into th dumpster
1997
but now am uplifted not downtrod
planet earth sunrise on HD TV
mercy
my cat watches that one
i recorded sunrise at machu pichu
and th great barrier reefer

yes i yam uplifted
straight sober
confident that i can handle anything
mercy
but dread another repuke prez
ya know any gospell
we gonna convert israel to cristendumb
oops i forgot
they got another religion
i got zen 1nce a month

it's gonna be spring soon
it may rain in may
it may be cause for celebration
no mo chains on me
just gravity

hiding under the 88 keys
safest place in the house
alarm sounds, Red Alert
music is my cover
counting to 15 seconds
all clear
suddenly boom at 20
out to look for smoke
out of down, rises up
cosmic law of life

strange scenario really
took 88 weeks to get to know you
living on the edge
we made this connection for a reason
our energies in synch
from distant horizons
far yet near
the first miricle
there will be a transformation
it will happen
i am renewing
like cell division
staying straight
a prayer for wisdom
baltimore will come to town
tale of two cities
each in flux
shadows and light
gaza and negev
each in stasis
will be an opening
not for rehabilitation
until the time is ready
til then
watch and take cover
and pray
for self and neighbor
if you believe in prayer
wait for a leading
ask for this

david byrne moment, life during wartime.
count it on one finger, muster the grace,
don't downtrod me, uplift the race.
the sun comes up at any pace.