Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

sudden gargoyles go gone
geocentric gravities
toppling over tummy tundras

too quirky to be confident
world upside down, bottoms up
elevator stalls mid-way
on a wiley coyote moment
wickedly stark in blatant glare

glare of the spotlight
off to the races again
beep....beep.......cactuses
flyin' by, oasis ahead, do
ya see that Acme sign
nothin' generic here, nah
it's ever so clear, and they
sang that Cowgirl in the Sand
song, with that place at their
command all along..................

my castle doth runneth over
but barefoot fisherman find the gold
alchemy does wonders

Alchemy does wonders
to the imagination
But then reality pops that balloon
and it all comes back down to earth
Then where do we stand
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Mercedes Benz 260 D

dreams are dripping from
the ends of pens just so we
can conquer delusion, yet
still the castle tumbled to
the sea, eventuality....while
Shams wandered all those
years without a room nor
a place to lay his rap inside
an aching head..............................

yet as a monk wanders
so does thought
alchemy turns to quiet reverie
and lo! all is different

wandering in the different
beacon in the night, ships
out on the desert, we left
our camels untied, one went
back to nature, the other followed
the light of day, the one who
loved us the most, he just stayed.................

Edgar, the camel, stays
as we sleep at night,
Edgar guards the tent
growling at intruders
Edgar hovers by the date palm
chewing leaves and fallen stuff
Edgar stays, in camel fidelity

the secret of the day,
the one that allows
old Edgar to stay, off
the rope, watchguard
above all the smoke
should we tell em judih
or make em beg for the
secret upon begged please..............

is a begged secret
to be told
or, in the begging,
does it become clear
that the secret in question
will forever be suppressed?

S/he who demands to know
will never hear the answer

exactamundo my friend
let's make this mysterioso
our lil secret.....

what is the secret
what is the mystery
what is the answer
where do they lay
will we find them one day
do we keep on looking
could they be in front of us
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ak47

go cats
dog gone
prowling
howling
shrieking
in the forests
rousseau jungles at night
babylonian gardens
in flight
~GO!

rousseau jungle of the brain
ions vibrating
lions meditating
woman prowls in the undergrowth

Woman photos edgy scenes
With her trusty Nikon camera,
All the world is under the lense,
The undergrowth hides the glitter of
"Diamonds in the rough"...
I'm with you on this quest...
Keep those postcards coming...
From world heritage sites...