Drifting away
lost in cyberspace.
No longer a survivor
of this human race.
Scattered thru time
between dark and light.
A magnificent web
spirals into the night

My opponent is tiring
as I move in for the ****
Forthcoming evil
Lurking here still
From behind the walls
that confine the night
Everyone flickers
and goes out
thru the light

All my life the thought of you has led me upwards
The trail sometimes so hard to travel I’d almost give up
But I always managed to just make it to the next plateau.

Never did you lend a hand or reach out to catch me as I fell,
yet still I went on, enduring the hardships of my chosen path
and reaping the fruits of my labor, sewn along the way.

With each new level I would look over the last contemplation.
And think to myself there could be no higher ground
Then the fog would clear and another tier would come into view.

Again, I would load up my family and all our worldly possessions
and drag them kicking and screaming upwards, forever upwards
to this place I knew had to exist, our place at the top of it all.

I lost my wife on one leg of my journey, the kids on another
and somewhere along the way I was relieved of my possessions,
but I made it to the top of my mountain.

Stopping to catch my breath, I looked out over my world,
but I could see nothing. The clouds blocked my view to all below me.
I could see only the heavens and the small point of land beneath my feet.

In that instant, I knew. Life is not lived, from the top down.
Everything I am or I ever was, was behind me beneath the clouds
that lay so thick that I could not see the path from which I had come.

And there in that moment of realization and frustration you appeared to me.
Holding out your hand, beckoning me to step out away from known ground,
to take a leap of faith and trust that you would not let me fall.

My mind flashed back to all the times I needed you and you weren’t there.
Why now should I believe that you wouldn’t again just let me fall?
Perhaps the thin air at the top was causing me to hallucinate.

No, I decided, you couldn’t be trusted and I turned away from you.
In my haste I stumbled, and found myself falling away from your direction.
I fell through the clouds and I saw paths I had followed to the top.

I saw my children and my wife, I saw my belongings, all the things
that had been good in my life flashed before my eyes as I fell, downward.
I fell for what seemed like forever, and somewhere during my fall, I fell asleep.

And while I was sleeping, I dreamt that everything I was, was fading away
I no longer remembered how my journey to the top started, and now, I can almost remember where it ended, no, what was I thinking of…….I can’t remem…….

Hey! I just realized I’m awake, and I am looking into the eyes of the most beautiful
creature I have ever seen, smiling eyes that know me, and love me.
Eyes that draw my attention from all else, a soft voice so soothing.  

Suddenly it’s very noisy and there are more eyes, looking at me, smiling happy eyes. I am overwhelmed and I start to cry, feeling the warmth of flesh on my face, there’s something in my mouth and it’s tasty and fulfilling,

I stop crying and open my eyes again, looking up into those wonderful eyes that love me.

I guess you did catch me after all.

Alone, within these concave walls
that hold me from floating out of my mind
into space, diluted in a universal pool
of infinite perception.

I long for someone to knock on my door,
awaken me from this dreamless slumber
from where I cannot remember that
which came before I fell, did I fall?

I have drifted, bouncing off these same
gray walls of nothingness for so long
I can recall no more than a faint
remembrance of what came before.

Am I destined to continue circling
in an upward spiral, with each pass
bringing me further from the destination
I had aspired to achieve, in futility?

Looking downward from above
at my lifeless temple, it is all so clear.
The one, I thought I knew is gone.
Life, as I knew it, is no more.

Yet here I am!

We were talking by the fire
about the silence between us.

How we’ve used it to push each other
farther away,
yet now, closer somehow.

So funny we are

We fixed up our house
and put it up for sale
only to find
how much we love it here

It’s kind of like us you know.
We patched ourselves up,
just enough to be civil
and to decide
how we should end it.

And somewhere along the way
found each other again.

Here in this house.
Amongst the painting
and the fixing up
and the warmth of the fire,
we talked
until there was silence no more.

The subject of this email is as usual... subjective! Not sure there is actually a subject involved? I mean if I just ramble on about any old thing that crosses my mind, how would that be described as a subject. I submit that the "subject" line of all emails should be moved to the end of an email! That way we would have a better grasp of what the subject of the email truly is.

Better yet it should automatically prompt you to go to the subject line when you click "send" to fill in at that time. Maybe the email program should even give samples of possible subject lines based on google's interpretation of what you have typed in the body of the email. Better yet that program should just run automatically and impose a subject line based on the information in the message body after it is run through several psychiatric data bases and analyzed and a consensus has been reached...

Hmmm... Now I'm thinking that there should be a mind to keyboard interface so we can do away with all this time-consuming typing! And while we're at it why not add a chip in our brains that thinks for us and sends the data it receives directly to the keyboard interface... I mean think of all the time we would save not having to think any more!

Why stop there? We can also add emotion chips so that when we are letting our thinking chip talk for us we can also have the emotions that our emotion chip thinks we should be feeling automatically inserted into the email with the capability of it being felt by the emotion chip in the person whose thinking and keyboard interface chips are perusing the email written by our thinking and keyboard interface chips.

Ooooh now I'm really thinking... why not install mini SD drives in our brains so we can change the way we feel by simply inserting a new SD card? That way if we happen to read one of the emails thought out by our thinking chip, written by our keyboard interface chip, analyzed and consented to by the psychiatric data bases and given a subject and we decide that we want to change the way it is perceived by the thinking chip of the recipient we can simply insert a different emotion SD card into our SD drive and have those new emotions embedded directly into the email!

***! This is genius! Imagine the time we could save! I could just go on and on with this! The applications are limitless. Why hasn't someone thought of this before? Oh wait, what am I thinking... this is old news. This is called brainwashing and the government and every major company in the world has been doing it since the dawn of capitalism!

I'm going to stop now because I am no longer sure if the words I write are my own, or if they are just a bunch of noise created by the humm of all the post hypnotic suggestive clutter in my brain from years and years of commercial TV and slick politician abuse.

That's all I have time for this morning. I apologize in retrospect for the emotional agony I have put your brain through while reading this inane banter...