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Mark Sep 12
Liking all the latest pics
From the keyboard of my device
Posting all the time
Push a button to make a dime
Gathering members from afar
I'm a star

Why did he have to reinvent the book
By typing right here, everything you need
He plugged us in, created social network for greed
The info guru of the whole **** world
That's why he had to reinvent the book

We feel your caution behind the firewall
Finding an app to help us all
It's paradise when your video goes viral
Accepting new friends you've never met
Want to make a bet?

Why did he have to reinvent the book
By typing right here, everything you need
He plugged us in, created social network for greed
The info guru of the whole **** world
That's why he had to reinvent the book

Making it feel more like a celebration
Spreading the likes and dislikes
To a whole new generation
More like New World Order of sanitisation

That's why he had to
That's why he had to
That's why he had to, reinvent the book.
Zywa Apr 25
Eyes pass me with a greeting
eyes hang still in the streets
and shopping lanes, eyes fly

around the earth
eyes stand watches
by important bodies

alert eyes
that protect, willing
to restrict others

I defend myself
and ward them off
with the hand on my heart

an eye for an eye
beware, I look back
even when I'm not looking
Collection “Mosaicvirus”

Hamsa = five, the amulet “hand of Fatima”, originally “hand of Inanna” (Sumer, 5000 BC), then “hand of Ishtar” (Akkad, 2300 BC); Jews used the hand against the evil eye
Kyra Jan 23
Perhaps they were right
about cameras
They really do steal our souls
and place them
in pretty little squares.
Hidden.

Maybe that's why
we're all
soulless now.
Rizna M Rameez Jul 2018
Have you ever noticed
That cameras
Can never capture
The most beautiful things in life?
26.07.2018
I don't have experiences with high definition cameras but you know, I'm talking about regular phone cameras. But let's just ignore any faults and focus on what I'm trying to say.
Francie Lynch Jul 2017
I'm waiting with certain trepidation
Assured my reality
Is in for something big.

The eleventh dimension
Can't assuage my dread.
There's something happening,
As big as Dead.

The cellphone's our new Nativity,
Destroying my old myths;
Where's the white salamander hurrying,
Spirits hoovering, aliens lurking,
Hairy bipeds in the forests,
Yetis in the snow.
Nothing soon forthcoming.
It all looks like Alberta.

I can't snap inside the sun,
Nor freeze-frame a revolution;
Or the moment one feels love;
But truth is self-evident.
And the facts are yet to come.

All the best stories,
My life-changing beliefs,
Need one still, a black and white will do;
Til then,
I'll suspend
Disbelief,
And sustain credence,
Close to the dark room.

Then we'll be the Magi,
Bowing, grovelling,
Awed and surprised.
The Nativity: Poem by John Milton decrying the loss of his myths because of the birth of Jesus.
clem turner Feb 2017
from here to the end of the page
 is my heart.
my words that i thought momentarily about
 while tossing and turning in the thought of you.
in a world where i am the tripod
 and you are the camera,
my purpose is to hold you up
 for others to see.
i do, though, wonder,
 if you ever think about getting a taller tripod,
one that doesn’t wobble,
 one that doesn’t rust or slip.
because sometimes i see you
 in pictures that other cameras have taken
and i question
 if you even need a tripod anymore.
how do i make you love me again.
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