Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a jammed response from a poem by Craig Moore - Craig is a one-of-a-kind poet, polishing jewels where no one else sees the stone)

wind swept insights

i've caught a glimpse of wind swept insights
rolling tumbleweed wisdom
momentary in its nearness
racing along its invisible track

these sudden syncs of crow, hawk and human choral songs
we breathe in incredible magic
then we break apart like clouds in a hurry

what hurry? this speed, on speed,
lost speed in a tumult of week month
i mourn then i gulp a throatful of courage
as new tumbleweed somersaults with its ancient debris
a sandy riff of now and tomorrow

my pulse is my music
i sing only this
my voice clamours skywards
alight the wings of an encouraging beat

november 17/06

JAMMERS!
peas in pods
we doobie
spirited plants
litkickers hiding
out in cyber space
exploring the mystery
of the "8"
the infiniti of the
sideways which
is always a smile in my book
and j where is that "BOOM?"

where's the infinite sideways of the sound shore
long buoys bobblin in a sea of no return
dark waves darting past tsunami jeers
one moment lost, but no, we've found our mountain hideout

waitin for the boon to boom

Windswept leaves
on a sunny fall day in late November
Once alive
Now road kill

Baby boomers
Godd must have loved ya

Waiting for the boon to boom
yes
your peace dividend is coming in
the check is in the mail

All I got is these Union Pacific and Southern Pacific freight trains come balling by my little shack by the main line.

Somedays every hour or every 15 minutes it seems
About three or four grade level crossings in dopler range, Somedays casey jones plays a tune on his horn. No boom, but I think of you, just noise here, and an occasional curiosity as to what is in those tank cars.

If for not the live oak trees
them windswept leaves would get me down.

Live oaks shimmy shake
leafy shadows jitterbug
the wind calls the tune


Peace is in the wind
Here in "Godd's" country