Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it never lasts
but where is it you come from
its all up in the air
who is it you deam yourself to be
i am following
blind and eating the carrot
is my nose misleading me
who is to say
probably not you
but anyways
here we go
guns blazing
ive got words to back me
and well
we are all gonna die anyway
might as well be with a sigh
or an atomic bomb
as both acomplish the same

I am eating blind too
and carrot following by
the mislead
say who is
go ahead say it
blazing with guns
and words
accomplishing both with bombs

dreaming dust
sliding in
& gone again
we are loud &
obvious
we are
in passing
designed
broken &
longing

cooked carrots lead me astray
i walk to water
it boils, i drop
so is life, so is the path to overcooking
when time could have saved the day
hold back,
jump away
we can turn the hourglass daily

yyyyyyyyaaaaaaaadang a shang - a thread!
for the sun to be fun ya need eyes or skin
to feeeeeeeeeeel the heat
feel it digging in to ya!
trees up in the sun
shadows on the forest floor
little animals have little doors
working from the bottom to the top
HELLO JUDIH - a creature all in blue
I bet your carrots are creatures too!
HELLO ~K dream that dust away
sliding in & gone again and
leave a feather behind!
HELLO SONOFTHESUN - it may never last
but it always begins!

and a rollicking good greeting to you, the mingo
lover of ~Go and all things mobile
colour and sound, avast with merry cheer
grog might stoke that fire, or is it beer
your speed, your feel, your je ne sais quois
a mingo touch invites the bunch
where ~K enters, she brings curiousity
sonofthesun has started another one
don't bring him down

between this feeling
and this thought
six words
or 11 now

where does the time go
when my fingers lag behind my thoughts
which chase my emotions
as I sit and kill time.

before time
and space
before the bang
was the buzz...
word...

before the word
was creativity
and bang
= here we are

"when the word was thunderbird"
creativity was still the word
before creation
before the begining
words
concrete block walls for
for graffit artists
to spread butterfly wings
to bear away
my thoughts
my words
my ten fingers typing
in vain attempt
what can't be said

paint me a picture of an old rodeo
make me an agngel that flies from montgomery

make mine magic
carpet ride words
that lift me across the chasms of my discontent

timeless words
the lyrics to the mysterious melody that is time

time is the duration of a melody
that lingers after the last note fades
a mystery to me

I never heard the bang
just a whimper
just the hum

like the lovers who can't say good bye
after the waltz has ended
they keep on dancing

no time for love
barely time to die

into the gunny sack
i got me a jumbuck
next to the billabong
i hear the dingos poem
along with the didgeridoo
let the natives sing
let the natives sing
infuse your soul
its up to you to find the truth
let the rest fall upon the wayside

i want it back
but now it moves forward
ticking is gone
when I can't hear it
moves on
sliding on the land
falling up the foothill
floods pulled into the air
it stood still
my imagined moments
laughing nervously gazing
toward the
dimensional
clock
dimension-less

andeh wrote:

i want it back
but now it moves forward
ticking is gone
when I can't hear it
moves on
sliding on the land
falling up the foothill
floods pulled into the air
it stood still
my imagined moments
laughing nervously gazing
toward the
dimensional
clock
dimension-less

I don't care about youth anymore
that is just my sad joke
sure I want it back

but even more I want it to stop

or at least slow down
my imagined moments so sweet

it moves forward
my internal clock
my dimension-less internal eternal clock

a time obsessed time traveller
caught up in earth time
no hope for escape

nervous laughter
it really is a very good joke

"time the unbending deserter"

~K wrote:dreaming dust
sliding in
& gone again
we are loud &
obvious
we are
in passing
designed
broken &
longing

am i wrong to think
upon your pretty face
irregardless of the words
you placed
my mind wonders over the curves
of your cheek
and the width of your hair

are you a sister of mercy

I am

linear &
easily distracted
by the beauty
of evolution