Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Flow on, my love
As I travel through white halls
With antiseptic smells, white gloves, blurred out faces, bright light
I sit still, barely able to move with fear
I become one with the furniture I sit on
I feel life flowing into me, foreign life, and as blood wakes me up again

I never went to sleep
I am alive today to see you my love
To meet you my love
To meet my friends
And walk these trails together
We share common experiences
I was traumatized into enjoying the life, loving life, again

Travel on

I felt pain seep into every pore of my body
I felt you slip away from my veins
You are happy and content with another love
Go
Travel out of every pore of mine
Leave my body
Say good-bye to my cells

Silence

Old love new hate longing to let go of all of my anger of you
Renew my body
Now is the time

Here

Hippies
And tepees by mountain streams
I know my lad
I don't like all the music
But now is the time

beauty of GO
don't mean much
just spontaneous scribbling

music=peter and the wolf
she is gone
You know I loved her but Jesus loved her best.

the beauty of GO
un
High
Jackable

Dig
dig
dig
down
into
the
words
I dig
deep
into
the dirt
change
same
edit
it glows
make same
it goes
all dig
before
after
all sounds I dig
dance in the auditory delight
of the words
in
any order