Oh my lord, these messages
regarding novel technology
But how original is it really?

Aura, heavenly choir
echoes, booming through your living room
and creeping into your bedroom laptop
The religion is now available in a watch
The weight of this phone and the distractions she invites
I feel like a past man, a robber baron
displaced in his longest dream, and it’s terrifying
that there are past lives
I’m not sure how I’ll deal with the flashing images
which describe everything I ever done

You are like a spider.
Hide in small places.
I got stuck in your web.
Leaves no traces.
As I try to escape.
I feel myself getting weaker.
Don't want to give in.
Into your poison of sin.
Secuded on soft satin.
Crawling under my skin.
The world feels
so much better.
As I'm writing you
this letter.

Listen to what I read as these are not the words
Of me they are the words of those above my
Thoughts echoing inside. Those of no substance
Just faint images of voices dead in my head.

They want to feel as I do to touch upon the
Surroundings but they aren't caporal. No the
Opposite they wish to linger in the background.
Venomous  perception they spit inwards to me.

"Little boy, little man, listen we speak,
"Do our shadow dance as we speak,
"Puppet on stings, as we whisper and you speak,

You look at me but my eyes see many things,
It is not only one that looks, but many scream.
Behind this onyx pupils hear their shrieks,  I
Look upon you as many not singular as you think.

"Whistle in the wind,
"Silence is our voice inside me,
"We will voice ourselves in seclusions need,  

Pretty little things the fireflies that light up my mind,
They spin webs of delusion's dance and sing. I will
Not listen to their lies as I dance upon the air, watch
Me dance upon the current, then I stop and quietness sings.

Spite contorted smiles
And lips
Drenched in green
Sought the satins that never
Satisfy – Sheets, fallen,
Wings, blistered,
And holes burnt through the
Bottoms of shoes.

So I pace myself parallel
The corner of one left
Eye, peripheral and
Gazing to the
Two-step-stumble
I now partake;
An answer to
Her dance with
Impending desire.

Me, being the reluctant,
Me, being the timid, the torrent
And soon to blow over.

I know I’ll leave,
She didn’t,
And more importantly,
I know she’d find home,
Discovered, empty
With little more than
Lint in pocket, abandoned,
Just one lonely shiver
And looking for warm.

So if my cold hadn’t taken over
Not quite yet,
I’d give her a
Blanket,
It’s the best I can do,
It’s all I can do,
But at least it’s
Something I can do.

as the silken webs stick to you
an ignorant bliss is written in your eyes
you are stricken by a venom inflicted
you're caught in a web of lies

there's a difference between visible and hidden
a difference between spiders and flies
you're a victim of innocence once bitten
you're caught in a web of lies

Caught somewhere between
Being friends and being lovers.
Tangled in this web
Of " We could be..."

I know you wanna touch me
But the internet feels so good
Around my body
Cdrom, till 5 am
I'm not a zombie
But the internet feels so good
Around my body