Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Valhalla ascending the slopes
Simple noise throughout
Talking bout the hum
of life, carving knifes &
Whoopee cushions, YAhoooooo!!!
Servin up jam
Sticky
Quick as a blink
Wish I could make
the odor
The fragrance
The stench
Fuck the typos
What we have here is speed
I ain't worked for 2 daze
Feels good
And bad
More of that ying/yang shit
Why me
Why me
Then they run away
Middle path
Baby steps
Priorities
In the zone
Been cleaning
Different mode
Gotta get back to
Jammin!

no getting away from the jam
every breath
every word
twenty five years on the road
never powdered my nose
running on bubble gum coffee and blue grass
no speed
I could Go-Fast without it from
Anaheim to Buffalo and
I saw her face in every head light
jamin at the speed of the sound of loneliness

road my destiny
I was bon to drive
giddy up go
hi ho silver
c c rider playing in my ears
rockz my soul in old Baltimore
going to head uptown
on fine warm sunny day in winter
biking for life

fuck winter
if summer sings its own song
winter is silent

a death ku
bacon bits and Buddhist shortcuts
maggot bites and jam bytes
I could rot I could burn

after life
not a concern
the good news Nietzsche cried for

feet up
ez chairjam
what i got is what I get
Valhalla and Zion
right now right here
today
riding my bike smelling the trees
mountain cedar down both nostrils
a warm day in the dead of winter
it's paradise

there is fudge on everything

Contentment
Makes me wanna bike
No riding today though
Still that constant hum
Beat of Cuban place below
Dinner time
Might just go out
See what's going on

i ain't got no one singing to me
& I'd like to brush what's left
of my teeth but
the pipes are froze solid
sure I'd like to push a button
to get things done but
I'm still using hand tools one by one
all my loving's in the past
& don't it work out that
the first will be last
so Mississippi John I thank you please
but you just go on by
so cold up here the blues freeze
as soon they walk out the door

Heat hummin here
Ice hangin everywhere
Owner off to Ethiopia
Me watching
Cuban guy worrying
Maven beauty lady too
The wonder of what the
next day will bring
Sometimes
Sometimes
I really wonder
So hard
So hard
The blues raining down
Like midnight
Challenged by the hourglass
Slippery as the sands within
Blues raining down
My wires unraveling on white walls
Time for rest

wow - I like that piece just as it is but I always like the things that can't be defined in terms of other things or their relations to other things - abstraction has always been my bug love -
looks like jam to me

Jam on
Jam off
Actually a really long process
A whole lotta just sitting back and figuring which way
the thing should go
Lots a creatures in nooks and crannies
Really trying to make it float
off the wall

Jam @ the bar
Coffee time
Jam mind
Endless
Possibilities
Limitless
Jam essence
Jam presence
Jam the morning
Jam all the live long day

jam me a hearing heart
jam me off the wall
jam me the sound of the blues raining down

looks like waves to me
waves of joy in a
butterfly's dreams

ying and yang
no such thing
for me anymore
I have drifted over into the borderlands where the images bleed over into each other
the edge is blurred through many lives
when we first carried stones
where push came to shove
when time met space
ghostly echo's
from the chain of being
don't mean nothing listening the hum
and then I needed some music bad so I wound up writing from the sound and not the meaning
when jam meets meaning
yikes it's time for me to get up
and dance

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aAy6YPCe-4

Jam met meaning
And
Well
Never can win world
The Sinatra's rule roost
Yet it's the Yardbird
that's immortal

Jam jammed on a beatific
Sunday eve into the most
majestic of sunsets
That night it teased its
old buddy form by breaking
the flow......for a moment
then he put the hammer down
and went right back to the jammin'

Jam the warrior
Jam the explorer
Jam able to leap tall buildings in a single bound
Jam your sky
Jam water
Jam in the sun
Jam beneath the moon

jam the edge
of a square
into a round thought

wind is blowing a symphony from the north east
howls and shrieks from the windstruments
I am holding on to my seat cushion with both cheeks

A friendly warning to rodents who rule the roost
forewarned and forearmed
the death lizards from the planet croton are on their way
they will go through your land like the loving god of the Jews leading the slaughter through Canaan .

take me to your lizard
I am not paranoid
but sometimes when I am sitting
quietly I hear a clicking noise coming from my throat
I think about Darryl Gessler's chromosomes
and I am grateful I am a simple man.

Simple life
Simple man
Uncomplicated
No more complications
Distractions
Over reactions
Overt observances
Oblivion
Now I'm going too far
All about jam
Perpetual.

I always go too far
that's my problem
I got flair for the obvious
dang me they oughta take a rope and hang me


lucky to sill be alive
I would be if I had to face another Maryland winter
just can't take it anymore

freezing rain here last night
shiver me timbers
I'm hugging an electric heater

tomorrow back up in the sixties again
the thermometer exhausted from going up and down
forty degrees either way every other day

a simple man
trying to change his chromosomes
so the death lizards won't make him kill himself

beautiful cat
an artist
painted a portrait of a beautiful red haired woman
in black net body suit flames behind her making a pair of horns on her head and a pitchfork in her hand
his wife he said
the virology of yin yang