Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I will go to bed and sleep for nights and days to finally awake one night, old, bent, and withered... spreading my seed across desolate plains, and feeding the VOID.


**Your turn to fill in the blanks, cmon little poets... let's jam!

i will put forth new seeds which will put forth new roots which will put forth new leaves, as far as we all can reach, and eventually i will summon up a deity's strength, and flower out in new colours vicariously thru them all!

(tag! you're it!)

......handoff........I will awaken nightly
just past the midnight hour and search
the endless jj cale like waves of that
pumpkin changing time, the carrige splittiin'
to the otherside............

pushing up daisies
dreaming of the void

my mind a flower
a rose in winter

jack from these charmed
streets we have flown
there is an energy from
within, that perpetuates
since that first "all aboard"
train ride in the early 60's
till the homewood nights of
the early 70's, and my wake-up
call in bohemia/Hollins market
in the mid-90', this is my place
cure for the writers itch, my
dream of home became reality
and you and Rose and the times
on Caroline and Eastern avenue
wow do these thoughts linger
within my wired mind................

...i need a wakeup call of my own
been sleeping under this blanket of love
for just a few minutes too long
this electric blanket's gonna gimme a shock
alarms'a goin' off
it's time to get up and rock...

and rock we will
thr electrifying jam
is the no plan, all
we gotta do is hit
sync, grab a cup and
drink, cause o glorious
one we are on the brink,
the time will come, the
connections right for the
begun, now it's time for
me to take zaar dog for a lil run...................................

hey wireman... "train ride in the early 60's
till the homewood nights of
the early 70's, and my wake-up
call in bohemia/Hollins market
in the mid-90',"

You must have some good stories to tell.... thus I DEMAND you tell them to me immediately!

diasporicnow@netscape.com

P.S Pretty please.

& time decides
who lives
& who thrives

& I
find myself
ungrateful

who am I

to regret
this ebb of
motion

I am nothing
standing
beside you.

Who am I to regret
The ebb and flow of time
I am grateful

there was nothing
besides standing
next to you