You stretched out your hand
for me as i drowned.
You were there as i planned
my escape from this world.
I jumped into quicksand
but you did pull me out.
And now as I stand,
why not help me out?

I told you my sorrows
you helped me through
I knew that tomorrow
I'd still have you
I sang like the sparrows
as you brightened my view.
You were my life's arrow
you told me the truth.

So now I'm alive
most thanks to you
I feel happy inside
because of your truth
I hold you in with pride,
for the things you did do
But it seems that yo lied;
you told me no truth.

I look at you now
and see the change
I ask myself how
things can be this way
The day you vowed,
you said that you'd stay
But you've left me to drown
all over again

Communication is a series
of adaptive language games.

Hail science mage
and urban shaman.
Transhuman Cybran,
Posthuman Aeon.

From which reality do they emerge?
Virtual, surreal, liminal, total; well go on.

you sit on the sofa
and watch tv
while i lie on the floor

and when the pain gives way
i move
on those limbs you wounded
i crawl
to your feet and look up to you

“hey, dog. come up here.”
i heave my body up
when i sit next to you
i think what i’m feeling
is definitely “happiness”

!

Kiss me until
all the metaphors
vanish and poetry
becomes reality.

  ~mce