Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

waking up with the first bird that sings my song
strawberry cool pools
and warm jacuzzi coffee cups

a kiss from loving lips
luxurious moments that stretch and caress me
that's the way to live
that's the way to start a day

that's the way
to gulp down the oxygenated highs
of earthly welcome

No crows this spring....silence in the trees...goldfish in the pond rise to say hello

city night.
i sit by the window
witness
watching,
waiting.
sky luminous with neon lights
blurs the full moon.
rains stopped falling
hours ago.
lucent oily pools
remain on rooftops,
rippling in the night air.
so late,
so still
can feel the subway
deep below.
pigeon on the ledge
keeps me company
as i wait.
she calls him home,
i hope.
my eyes are heavy.
pigeon sleeps.

that's the way to live, alright...
stay up late, flirt with nightplays, black
and white illumination somehow like shadow
greys settled on a who-can-tell-who anything
anyway 'cause that's the way to live, alright,
the light of a curfew bringing you back to bed,
an awakening stretch, a neck stuck out, a reflex
action, a convoluted analysis, a rejection of
gossip, an inhale higher than the apex of
a constellation, elation's arrival in goose
bumps, new morning reckoning like a musical,
being dismissed backstage, waves on water
bed alliances, forgetful touch and as much
as i didn't want to admit it, that's the way
to live, alright, sight unseen by blind
imagining, rare displays of a
moment

simply
in the ~GO!
the now of a spring day-o
took zorba to the river
wow! that doggie sure can swim
momma's painting away
i'm cyber tappin
& the wind chimes are a ringin............

hey doreen - that was hot. seriously. you should write that one down.

a dog's on the swim,
wind chimes makes music,
a wired man cybertaps.
momma creates a painting.
and the go goes on.

i'm hot on the trail
of makin' a
dead
line
come alive.
meet me backstage.
i've got diagrams.

camels...elephants.....horses
dancing across the paper
bright colours
goache & india ink
let the rain fall on em
creating spontaneity,

wired ones covering
the wall, tangled visions
emerging from space
once again the world is
waiting for the sun ra.............

sun ra waits for us
that's the way to die
living every minute
sending space beams every light year's zone

moon journeying
that's the way to fly, alright
travelling the spaceways
moving with the galactic flow

earth time wanderers
that's the way to be for now
building land from dreams
building dreams from clay imagery

hugging impressions of now or never
that's the way to hope, alright
grabbing the love of a friendly word
bathing in symbiotic sounds

You got to kiss an angel good morning
But only love can break your heart.