Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

stolen
the property
of the people
by some of the
people
in it's rarest prime
the forest deep
facts hidden
vibes
yes vibes
passed like hatchets
the circle turning
always
t-u-r-n-i-n-g~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

the circle keeps on turning
big wheel turning
little wheels turning

the wheel wobbles
A wiggle waggle
wobble that spirals


Catch the wind
it spins a solar breeze
and "
the the meek shall inheirit the earth, but not the mineral rights."

Must it be that
"There is someone else's misery in every dollar we earn."

It has been the rich getting richer ever since we killed the goddess.

Stolen lines, plagiarized times
prayers, sins, women, wines
Stolen time, but from who?
myself only, not from you.

And so the ramble steals on
seeks new words to prey upon
extemperaneous kisses, syllables
letters formed in unoriginals.

Or are they?


lenny

time on the mend
time to compre-blend
time out!
all about time
on the surface
on the suffice
on the fringe.........likes it that way.............

Had a painting stolen from me once i was elated...know who stole it too...that was 25 years ago I hope he still enjoys it... although he also stole some pot off of me too...I'm not as happy about that........

ticking clock
beating heart
fading melody

the persistence of being in dreams
she returns to a stolen childhood
dream time artist awakes reborn
re virgified innocent

Starker Traum Paul Klee

peace grabbed from a heavy sky
sinking into the arms of a valley
oh, weary traveller, sink into mama's embrace
sleep, oh courageous human
your life is mid-road
and the sun promises another day

mystic travelers
flowing thru
the fork tines
grasped by the
hand of destiny
blessed down at
the crossroads.............