Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

to the interior
flip side groovin'
soul words
'tween cracks
boomin'
sproutin like spring
like basho
like jack
like erica jong
do not fear the flight
it's a long road
passing many scenes
and feelings

Narrow road,
aimin' at aimless,
polyrhythm pace,
beat falls in place,
lifting off, take in
the jam scene..

free
flow free
jam sticky
motto for me
music 2
jam
have all the
toys about
the fire lights
bonfire's
dance the ultimate
round n round

loop back,
aimin' at aimless,
dance the round-round,
left past the bonfire,
into the round-round.
everything's circular here,
the seasons, the orbit,
the liquid bass line,
at times..

COME BASHO pleeeeeease
walk with my soul
on a narrow road
walkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
that i can feel
what you felt
as you penned
in autumn and spring
of sun and moon
of eternal voyagers
COME BASHO pleeeeeease
walkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
with my soul

you choose the skies


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me & sora
old basho
sleeping in
stables
feeding from
the rice bowl
gathering with
poets in
every little
town & berg
wired me w/pliers
chasing sculptor
enku & his spirits
hatcheted from
the rawest wood
stopping to smell
the cherry blossoms
of sarashina, passing
through the barrier
gates
searching for the
phantom dwelling place

and still the mountain is here
in all it's strength and glory

pale and dainty
cherry blossoms
sprinkled
upon the earth
layering fairy-dust
to perfume
the pathway
I trek
in search of
enlightenment

we ~GO!
it comes
somewhere
in this mountainscape
there's a han shan
maybe a rumi or ryokan
turning in ecstacy
never feeling the
chill.........

Dancing as the flowers watch
heads bobbing to the beat
words a-pouring
voices soaring
pithy phrases
move my feet

the dance
that's in u
in me
we cyber glide
tonite
then tomorrow
do it in real time
i am never more alive
than when i am dancing
playing music or jammin'
my words, singin' out
from my toes

electric slide
words glide
sounds sizzle
sultry tongue tangos
as minds
bump and grind
cranking out
exquisite
phrase pirouettes

great evening
laid beneath
a willow tree
at sunset with
friends
did the wine tasting
@ nola cafe
night air perfect
mind on the dance

Tender words
tantalize,
tempt thoughts
turning to you...
I lie under
my oak tree
peering through
skeletal limbs
faintly dusted
with green at
ancient suns
sparkling at night-
echoing the distance
existing between
our hearts.