Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

we be flyin'
beneath powder
blue skies
ain't know why's
we jammin'
music is the beat
and the word
is laid on the
cyber street
your way and
my way on this
66 page highway

walking the cyber beach
under the powder blue sky of the banner today

music is
spiritu

I bow down and worship the blues

67 like a flash
sittin' by the
canal 9:05
left the cafe
2 capn's & i'm
feeling just right
cool perfect night
everyone feeling
fine, "hello" & "good
evening" abound
i hate to take the
horse's to the barn
tonight.......

cool morning
fresh breeze
walked again today
under a powder blue sky


I walked a lap in wireman's shoes
can't hardly wait to do it again
tomorrow

aguirre
the wrath of god
lapped hisself
lost in the jungle
but they had an opera
and post-columbian mosquitoes
ateppin on toes
schleppin ua ha
show no mercy
kill em all
those words
that flow
with our remorse
in a hearse
and the show
must go
sideways
cause i never made capn
and the halls of monty
will give cheney heartburn
and he will be eaten by grendle
and shat out into hell
hahaha

blown out of
a cannon
spiral turn
kinski style
then throw
that lil screamin'
monkey on the
ground....arrows
raining like it
is outside today
jim singin'
"mojo risin"
as the jungle
swallows herzog's
vision up..........

the jungle at night
is dark as a dungeon
I been told
the great white hunter
got no fear
until the dread full drumming
reaches his ears

they say snakes know heart
guru has no fear in the jungle

and the slings
the arrows of
outrageous
fortune & do
not for get those
fire ants & snakes
i'll run through
the jungle before
i run through
the hood.........

a hood in jungle's clothing
it's a sweet walk in the november afternoon
five turns it dark
snakes dissipate
snails rally underfoot
all together we bravely storm the elements
inside almost as bad as out

rainy jammin day
sittin at the cafe
talkin live
jammin cyber
on poetryinbaltimore.com
and here
the tribes be jammin'
these daze j
i'm satisfied
now it's time
to get in the studio
& jam the drawings
jam the wire
the music instruments
the words for upcoming
performances
words on war cd out
did you get the notice? j
it sounds good wish i knew how to
put 'em on here
but......i have not the patience
it should be on cd and itunes and
all the mp3 sites real soon
somebody call the jam police
i'm ramblin'

I been told
the great white hunter
got no fear
until the dread full drumming
reaches his earz

POTS & PANS PROTEST

BRING OUR TROOPS
HOME NOW!

Friday
November 16, 2007
4:30 to 6:30 PM
"Rush Time"
At
Rep. Bill Young
Main District Office
360 Central Ave
St Petersburg

We bang pots and pans
to demand
that Congress act
to end war without end.

· STOP THE SURGE IN IRAQ !
· BRING OUR TROOPS HOME NOW!
· DO NOT ATTACK IRAN !
· TELL CONGRESS TO END BUSH’S WAR!

Come in peace - bring pots & pans!
RAISE HELL FOR MOLLY IVINS!
www.raisehellformollyivins.org

SYNDICATED POLITICAL COLUMNIST FROM TEXAS
"We are the people who run this country.
We are the deciders. Every single one of
us needs to step outside and take some
action to help stop this war. Raise hell...
Hit the streets to protest Bush's propos-
ed surge... We need people in the streets,
banging pots and pans and demanding,
STOP IT, NOW!" - Molly Ivins' final column,

• Jan. 11, 2007 RIP

don't
stop
don't
stop
i gonna go to th street show
gonna preach with my drum
and hummm with th scumm
in november's early dark
and remember my kibbutz
buddy and my wired fuddy
duddy daddeo an his old
baltomore childhood mate
that one an only molly ivans
fan clubber texas jack
get it back
the tempest done gone
rainbows in th dark
in sweet november
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momma said,
"don't drink the wine"
talking 'bout communion
buddhist, hindu, beatnik
but when i gotta get
down on my knees and
pray i get's me to a
roman church, where they
turn the blood to wine &
the body to a lil wafer,
i did not listen to ma
i drank the wine.........

I listened to ma
foolish son that I were
my true love said
"lets get married my love"
I asked my mamma
and she said
"don't do it jacky"
"plenty fish in the sea"
breaking out mark
it is a good feeling
I have ceased to mourn for myself
I hardly know myself anymore


a good feeling
beat beat beating heart
alive
feeling alive again.

listening for the beat beatest blues
as I write
a train is passing by
train horn moaning
I can tell that engeneer got soul

Answering the phone all night at the rosewater foundation
loney people where do they all come from
guys calling for penis extenders
women for the secret to eternal youth
old people calling for health insurance
rattled and confused
can't remember zip code or phone number
I feel like Mr Rosewater
"there there it's okay"
listen to tales of woe
cancer, liver disease, heart attacks
then every once in a while some hep cat in his nineties calls in
and I wish I was him
sounding good for an old man
not many old men though
mostly old ladies by a margin of ten to one
some sound so sweet
others dried out and sour
a song for aging children

I love my job
I love my work
"and if I can't have love
give me bitter fame"
she said

I am high on the real thing

I want to bring our troops home from Verdun
yes there will be peace in the valley one day
when all the veterans are dead
always a new generation of honorable men
war after war after war
yes the messiah will come
and he will be wearing a brooks brother suit
and wearin a rolex

I am done with war jim

seems like a cop out I suppose
the only peace I can make is in myself
I became a pacifist after world war one

I am going to vote
I am going to witness
Thinking about what eyelidlessness said about a volunteer army.
Reinstate the draft
the only solution to address the inequality of this plutocratic fat cat governemtn

No expemptions
no student deferments
every body got their children on the line
not just the parents of children with no other viable options to make it in the promised land/

blame on the neocons
blame it on the jews
blame it on Rio

jam on jim jam jimbo
my old friend