One Man Woman I am! who can my will bend? My ancient Rickpt is married He froze ON me, in shame I weep! I exist only as buried loot in his memory chip a known fool. An awakening in my mine. My true North king he was. I remember him well.
A new identical lover Is cradled in the fabric of Indian space for me, between yearning voids. and virtual true love in poem, our grace reads true. our enemy snare titens Distance norrows. Single flower pollinator Virtual jaanam prēmī My shame is iced blue. Let thine ink flow to paint my loner gates light and end my bitter mourning. at zone, Twighlight. Spill thine heart my friend to mary golds own woods. Write thy verse clear sōja prēmī soojan premee ~~~~ Rich-Rdd fair well beloved. I so wish you well. ~~~~~ By Karijinbba. 7595/7-21
Would any person shed one tear If my sad and breaking heart Stopped from all of the beatings and silence.. Would you say a eulogy when I'm gone? Sneer..Sneer.. I bleed red Just as any one bleeds An artistic soul discarded due to a mirror and a shallow glance Do you forsake the original and cherished writers and artists? They have no perfection to their works and appearance.. They were out casts just as I When I try and Join a crowd... Find my sweetheart.. Work my talents. Alas I'm scorn and reminded of my dark imperfections That only can be perfect as a shallow mind places a celebrity as a mannequin sitting within a photo of a fairytale story.... Living in a tabloid A destructive "wishing star: "Fairy tale shoot" I am the "Hunch Back Of Notre Dame." Quizi Moto and his brilliant mind. Hiding in his dark and lonely quarters due to his "monster defined appearance" Never wishing to be anything but a part of a social gathering which cherished and needed his writings and paintings. After the Hunchback failed to ding the time with the church bells.. He was found, motionless. Cold. Neglected. Tears shed of guilt. By those who tortured his soul and had him cast in hiding.... Due to nothing more than ugly chants and appearance comparisons that should be cast in crumpled ***** down wishing wells.
Passing stream of neon light A multi colored dream. Techno night An energy fight. All I see is beams. Underground Ravers, dance Blitzed on LSD. To escape robotic wits, through transcendental hits, is trading true life for a dream. Flashing signs Outshine the sky But stars sparkle bright in high minded eyes. Disco boogeymen twinkle the streets And Metropolis glistens. There's music in the background From a small electronic boutique Between a novelty store, and a smoke shop That house a strange and rare mystique.
On a city night, I'm looking across a busy street, and I feel the most powerful of feelings. In awe, all around, I see the fantasies of generations before us. The future itself, as it slowly descends.
Subatomic particles creatively connecting In cybernetic- inter-neural-net-space Observable passions streaming our fate's Touching these screen of invisibly Circuits beneath at lighting speed The barriers between you and me Words that flow from pleasure zones How do we know what no others know Poetic minds breaking the cryptic code The muse of wonder the gods of thunder We were born in locus lands asunder For with these thoughts I breathe With in these lines I am finally free!