Behind this mask of words
Lies a mind of numbers
And calculations, rampant in herds.

A mind of thinking,
A mind never stopping
Not
Even
For
One

S i n g l e

Second!

Always running
Toofasttocomprehend
But fast enough to understand.

A mind running off words
Does in fact exist,
As an auxiliary unit
But the math brain is my init.

Two sides of the same coin.
Think rapid, like gold circuitry,
But more blunt than a butchery.

The kernel blows up,
Popping it’s solid shell,
And expanding into
An amazing...
And delicious form.

The kernel
Of a computer
Is the same,
Except the astounding amazingness
Comes from the interactiveness
With a hunk of silicon and copper.

Disclaimer: please don’t eat any circuitry...

It was this time that time
and now it's
that time this time
so
what's it going to be
anytime soon?

all poetry is personal
some more than others

to just spread out your private feelings
     in your verse
may not be everyone's delight

but if you choose words
so that the many find their voices
    in your own
you may be lucky
to achieve all poets' dreams

your personal voice
becomes the public

Silently,
Slowly,
Gracefully,
She blossomed,
Unfolding her beauty,
Petal by petal,
A perfect rose,
Sweet and  fragile,
Caressed by innocence.
He came into her room one night,
Her own peer,
He violated her,
Took away her purity,
Crushed her trust,self respect and joy,
With his greed,lust and evil intentions.
I could see her dark rimmed eyes, sad and haunted,
Now a tattered rose.
19/2/2020