My computer-like self
is frozen in thought like the outside chill.
Mouse moving in heartbeat fashion.
Light pulsating to
balance eyes that stare outward.

Time slows
while flashes of visions come
upon minds screen
melting into a field of technical descriptive words.

Software of passions and goals
must be updated to align with
lifeforce energies.

Dreams become distant
in hard drive of heart
while rain fills eyes
and keyboard
resonates with sounds.

Virus must be found
by breath and focus
grounding in a sea of gigabytes
housed in cells
taken over until balance can be achieved.

Platform is set with intention
for real self to meet fabricated one
as old fears are dismantled
and guided to a tunnel lined with trash.

With flip of
button all is eradicated
in just seconds
for a new thought to anchor
and peace to be part of a new program.

Second to reboot my consciousness
for guidance and spirits love to enter.

StarBG © 2017

In an HP sky of verse
words float like birds.
They fly so poets divine
watch with binocular eyes and like buttons.

In an HP landscape
verses gathers inside seasons rain.  
Sometimes thunderous poems are posted
Other times light poems that harbor rainbow.
Occasionally they even shine with sun.

In an HP home people gather
singing, laughing, screaming, crying,
in language of hearts
from around the world.

In an HP platform
magic is born tickling senses.
Becoming a melting *** of jargon
in a computer screen world.