Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I dream...
surprises yet to come
I believe
language is a vibrant
multi-celled being
I know...
that a work of art
is brewing somewhere
in the mind
of a child of the universe
I pray...
for a spark of light
a crumb
of cosmic wisdom
I understand...
that as I lay my words
on this screen
someone in Parkville
or Peoria is penning
words that are fresher
and a poet in Hampden
or Helsinki
has just created wonder
from dust
timeless beauty
that will resonate
throughout the neural pathways
of time, gently coming to rest
on a cozy little
tucked away shelf
in a reader's thankful heart
I hope...
that here along the Harford Rd.
a man will find
some luster.

At the height of my power,
at the depth of my illusion,
I make love to my wars of peace.
Surely ageless fire and misery
will some day bring peace.
Silence.

And to those who took up arms,
fought oppression, fought darkness,
evolution will remember your names,
even if the death merchants do not.
You gave everything, though
it seems lost on us.

And yes,
hopefully,
some one out there,
is penning some luster..

Never mind.
That was foolish.

ryokan the fool
playing with the kids
hide & seek in
the haystack
he stayed all
night long

yes, ryokan.
lived apart but never disconnected...
ahhh man, it wasn't much of a jam.
i guess some things just don't want
to be jammed...