perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[Doreen Peri]

Just write inspired by the images already posted and in response to everybody else if you can't get your own images to appear. That's the jam.. write on, brotha!

If you need my help .. i can help tomorrow with the images.

[stilltrucking]

image courtesy of jimboloco

Thinking about Jimboloco in his wandering days. Sitting by the side of a broken road.

"All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost." J.R.R. Tolkien

I have come to the end of my words. No guile here Doreen, only gratitude. Thank you for the good times here on Studio Eight Got to go. I keep thinking about surfermike for some reason. How he hated those tearful goodbyes on litkicks.

[stilltrucking]

I never wandered that much.
A million miles
of going and coming
I always knew where to and where from
But I never had a place to be
Except coming and going to someplace else
It is a trucker's nightmare to run out of road
And then one day I did
The road has broken for me
And I lost my 18 wheels humming home sweet home


Nowhere to go
Nothing to do
except sit here and type
magic eight ball answers to myself

one more try to say good bye

[WIREMAN]

whirl ST
cool day-o
contemplation
no redemption
bones ache
energy level
birds sing in
the kitchen
CJ paints to live
rumi....merton.....sadhu's
judih....cecil....and u
my tea...............

[stilltrucking]

Mu Tea
no need redemption
but I only found out about that after I redeemed myself

I got to switch hard drives to find a quote by saint jack

It goes something like this

"when this book is finished I shall be redeemed"
Then he went on to drink himself to death.
They say he knew exactly what he was doing.
If I had my druthers I would like to get to be a bad old man like Gary Snyder.

trying to back out of here for a while.
it might take a little while

[WIREMAN]

jack walking in
rucksack revolution
through the blue
t.v. screen american
night.....................
i'm always a lil pissed
with the way he went
and HST too............
gary snyder his path
more to my liking,
basho's path even
more to my liking............
my path did not lead
to the bottle, even though
i've hung out with the
captain a bit.............
the perpetual is here,
it will always be here,
go....comeback it's here
simple thing.............
need is perpetual
express yerself is
perpetual.....put a
microphone in front of
me....give me a lil crowd
and i'll be communicating.....
jack don't stop now, your writing
is growing & i'm enjoying
when you do wax poetic,
it's the great equalizer as
we grow older mi amigo.....

[WIREMAN]

meetings 'bout art things
dog walks....ball chuckin'
cool day-o
brit wit night
dealers hangin cross
the street
zorba restless
me wanting to jam words.............

[stilltrucking]

Finally fall in tropical Texas
At my back door my zinnias stand tall
Sentinels of joy

Four A.M. and you woke me with a call
Lets jam jack


So I got up and said might as well
Search for the missing link
That ties it all together

Some people say it is a catfish
Others say that ain’t kosher
I don’t know but I don’t loose no sleep over that

Just keeping my heretical faith
That it all fits
It all ties together even if

The answer lies over the curve of the horizon
It is dark here
But the sun is shinning somewhere

I still got half a pack of Camel Lights
And a jam to go

GO equals jamming?
I wonder what's the difference
Is a GO a jam?
A jam a GO
I don’t know

Cecil going to channel me
He says
Suddenly feeling exposed
Glad I got clean underwear on

Saturday is Alamo Rose’s birthday
I bought a fifty-cent vase at the thrift shop
I liked the shape of it.
Going to fill it with Zinnia’s and visit her grave

Not going to wait for my sister to go
Everyday is mother’s day for me
My sister was going to go
with me last Mother’s Day but
she kept putting it off
Always an excuse not to go

I remember a friend of Rose saying that she did not want to have a grave for her daughter to come cry over.

I think my sister needs to cry a few tears
Leak some anguish and anger
Twenty-two years is long enough to grieve.

Walking walking walking
It is the only sitting I can do
It takes my mind away
My head becomes the sky and
Time suspends

Hungry
Going to Go eat
But before I go
I want to thank you
For being a friend

You told me once you were not a nice guy
Or were not always a nice guy
Me neither

Always the first one
to pick up a brick, a stick, a knife
Firsty eager to fight he says
With words I hope
Poetry and music are my weapons of choice

I don’t want to shed no more blood
Or raise my hand to harm another human being
Chief Joseph has got my number


"Hear me, my Chiefs! I am tired; my heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Thunder Traveling to the Loftier Mountain Heights - 1877
http://www.historyplace.com/speeches/joseph.htm


Semi-retired,semiconscious semi crazy semi trucker
posting my way to Baltimore

"damit janet," why can't I center this. Tried everything and it just wont center the text.

[WIREMAN]

just being a man
sounds like an
excuse,

the goes around
comes around,

level will out
live us all,

my daughter has
the writers sword
now,

mighty thrusts of
youthful hope &
honesty,

does it sell when
your looking into
the wishing well?

[WIREMAN]

niche of perpetual freedom
jam flow
so many sites
careful what ya write
not here
it's like home
with an E.T. phone
jammin with ST
jimboloco
judih
D
mnaz
what more could a wired man want????????

[stilltrucking]

I jammed with the sun
Jammed the moon
Jammed with the clouds
jammed the jam
gone jamming
4ever jammed
the jam is jammed



the days grow bright and short
the nights longer the stars brighter
I commit myself to the eternal now
I embrace the galactic swirl


RE: Thistles and Marigolds

[WIREMAN]

"IN!"
maybe the cookies
were not done
back to perpetual
fine day-o
charm city style
went to the bay
watched the dog swim
enjoyed my CJ
sunk our tootsies
in the sand...............

[stilltrucking]

charm city in my youth a city of stone
Litlle Italy been on my mind a lot since I found out Nancy Pelosi is the daughter of Old Tommy. I used to walk past her father's house when I cut through on my way to PS #2 .

Cobble stone streets with the railroad tracks, gas street lamps, lamplighters, a sea man's hall in Fells Point back when there was still an american merchant marine

man its a gone world,

I walked that harbor from fells point to Federal hill, I stayed to the back alleys to avoid the truancy cops from the school board, I cut so many days. Strange how I went from being a little professor to a desperado almost over night.

Sitting out in the country the other week, smelled a ocean breeze blowing in from the Gulf about a hundred miles away. I called Out for C J wondered about you. I must have been around when you put those tootsies in the sand.

[WIREMAN]

no pics on explorer`
naked S8
how many stories?
glucosamine dreams
why do the joints
have to ache
mucho lodo the
past few days
hills steeper and steeper
banana bread in the oven..............

[tinkerjack]

oiy vey here comes the old man's qvech.
woaa the wind
A fresh breeze for sure
Leaning into it straining for each step forward
I been sedentary too long
living in a two d world
back slide on my walking meditation again.
muscles flabby
big sad ape
meat machine
I had to do something
So I took my mind away
I Gave it a shot of golden memories in the land of pleasant living

I was back on my Chesapeake Bay Sharpie running with the wind on a broad reach. Adrenalin endorphin squeezes some happiness out of all this poverty and worry. I was in Basho's bank this morning making a deposit. Do you think he carried a wallet? Probably not.
I call it Basho’s bank cause I try to imagine what he would have wrote about the man to machine to man interface. The pneumatic tubes, the tinny speakers, the video cameras.

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


Peace is in the wind