Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It's called spacing out
this searching look
in the general direction of blur

as i comb the molecules
sense the connections
watching the aura of thought

the mind paves old roads
caresses the scenery
paints substance from urge

moving off in the general direction of blur

humid blur all morning
chevy chase and i don't
mean the actor
makin million $$$$ condos
outta rebar and concrete
so's they can walk to border's
books that is
a dinosaur i doobie
last of the white boy rodbusters
still a kid.......................

Judi judi judi

The mystery of your words
Why do they cut through me like a hot knife through butter?
This aura of thought that surrounds the earth
A cocoon of culture
A second womb that shapes us, molds us
To be in the void is to be unmediated
Beyond words
All the best that can’t be told
Freud such a dirty old man
Civilization is sublimated sex
Yes the urge gnaws
Painting is substance
Words are just nothing
Black tracks of my thoughts on paper
Better if I wrote in white ink on white paper

The minds pave old roads with virgin snow
Some of us still out on the street with no arrows of direction to guide our feet, no angels to keep up us from the heat.
Some are busy being born
Some stay occupied with death

Dam late for work again

bravo, that was fucking gorgeous

I called you little sister once
a lie
you are the big sister I always hoped for
you are so beautiful I have tears in my eyes

tears? yes, now i know we're related

let it out. (there's more where that came from)

judih

just slipped out did not mean to say that, spontaneous. I got sister in law, a nurse practioner, she is a gentile, not to offend anyone but god the crap she took from the women in my family when she married homeboy. A shiksa, lordy lordy. But homeboy a better man than me he did not cave married the woman he loved. twenty five years later it was Diamond lil who nursed Rose through a good death, at home. Irony? those women were close but still Diamond Lil jokes about how emotional people of "Mediterranean" descent are.

just so I don't give you the squirms.
peace

sneaking suspicions
over the shoulder vibe situations
someone's puttin the squirms in your general vicinity

clean out the aura
set the stage for new
shower in radiant pink bliss

no squirm can attack a confident soul

neither worms nor whales
can trumpet mightier tunes
equilibrium of being blurred
sound of my voice heard
yet never really heard
more like being understood
across cyber waves that
mark our days out here
on the edge of the milky way.............

pull out your straw
the milky way
is a bar on the long strip of life

resisting the great
everlasting......sweets....
i had a SOBE
in front of the english store
on the bench where
they all smoke
even though i do not
i do hang with these
nicotine fiends that
line the streets of good
old fredROCK md. u.s.of.a........