Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

over to 49!!!!
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boundless be the
cycle of suffering
in this land of
nevermore,

ravens and sea gulls
assembled on the
playing field,

taoist patterns fluttering
endlessly, emitting this
continual refrain,

suffering a fact that when
accepted can lead to the
contentment state,

within the abyss of the
spiral I become the
wandering monk,

ever wary....eyes fixed
on no prize, except surprise
within the merriment of
laughter,

words we bring to smiles light
our enlightened days.
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a spiraling abyss
cochise territory
winding down the canyon
an back up again
i said a prayer
let these people
keep this land
forever
an tho the way was lost
the spiraling abyss
was the way
across high plateaus
windy and desolate
great sweeps in th mind
a soulful peace
and wings of hope

~GO! pirates on the beach
looking for a lil reparte
for what is it all worth
without a bit of feedback
boom-shack-a-lack
the street sweeper floats by
no it's more like a woosh
the morning cool, 58 degrees
madame butterfly in wire
o to smooch her belly
& the breasts...........

first was the scultper
enamored of his marble nymph
now we got wiremon
an madame butterfly in linear profusion
mercy
acrobat in pastel sky
high on wire
low on nuts

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gonzo delish
have wire will travel
the day sinks as
wind chimes sing
keyboard a blurrrrrrrrr
wishin' i was in somahoma
yet it's amscray time once again
retiring to the deck with a
redbull and my trusty hound................................

wishing I had one more bottle of
Palo Duro Canyon wine
Refrigerator humming
Head throbbing

Early morning cool
Got to walk while I can
I finally got to pet mz polly's dog today
I felt honored

No more politics for me
No more spreading the news
Sufficient to one day
is the evil thereof

I ride the ego trip
I am up I am down
Meanwhile
Life is still beautiful for me.

ready to walk the dog
then heading to
baltimore book festival
checking out the poetry
anthology i'm in.....words & wired visual
i hear one of cj's is in it too
ST, me & jimbo jammin
kinda......kinda just what it is....
the jam thing has died
down on all the sites
i have not the foggiest notion why?
judih the queen of jam
jimbo the jester
the rock that trucks
me just wired
a lil jamnation:

books...poets....festivals
movement of jah people
break on thru.....otherside....wild ride......we glide......

judih queen of jam

poet priestess

big mama of the the american night

flower lady of haiku

at my back
my zinnia's
stand guard.

Let's jam again.

Next week?

Who's in?

How about a hollow weenie jam, too early?
I dread Halloween

I will be there whatever format it is. I have to decide who I will be. All this logging in and logging out gets teezus. I hope I got it out of my system. But stilltrucking is going to take a hiatus. He is in mourning for mousey1


I appreciate your tolerance.
Here in your asylum for the terminally vain.

The things you see on the road on Holloween night
some people have the damndest ideas of tricks and treats
A cinder block on a rope hanging windshield high under an overpass
Was it karma?
Payback for the man he killed in Utah?
Probably just bad luck
But that hunk of concrete was just high enough
to take out the windshield of a truck.
It would have passed over the roof of a car.

I would rather drive on new years eve
take my chances with the drunks
rather then drive on holloween

I got a little flower garden going again this year
It stands as a sentinal of joy at my back door
Somedays the only joy I can find is in looking at those flowers.

Darkness at noon
it will pass
mood swings from smoking tea
the black diabetic sugar induced moods don't help
I am bored with the up and down
I would just rather stay where I am
and let the world rise to meet me.

a walking mediatation is all I got going
up to two miles a day
going to walk out of this valley of the shadow of my death

Hi my name is jack
push my button
see me spill my guts

cool night
jam meandering
still perpetual
knock-knock
any word warriors
out there?????
cyber words to be heard
give me essence
being cyber words
& flow
perpetually.................

hey wired one

you said
"looks like the
jammin thing is dead"
or something similar,
so we made a jam...
join in when you can.

been trying but can't get the visual to appear
frustrated and sick of trying right about now...............

hey, over here in perpetuity
words begin to disintegrate
sounds echo, cymbals crash
ears ring (someone talkin bout me)
a still trucker mimes his high way
wireman dogwalks that boogey tune
jimboloco blows his kitty trumpet
serene doreen croons to that orange moon
and me? i cringe at this rhyme
but i shimmy the beat
no blues today
no tears today
no time today for down

may the upchild linger in us all