high-speed Internet – A Piece, of the Sky

fly forever, in a green sky
hide, when there’s nothing to hide
passed each other at a crossroad in time
I had no idea who you really were
conversion and consecration
listening to cars go by, in the rain
It’s not a sin to be rejected
allowed to feel your feelings
losing the love triangle

The Bottleneck Complex
The Past Within the Past
Sheep, Swine and Tigers
A Song’s Heartbeat
I am Insurance
god of the dispossessed
Leader of the Moon
Miraculous Star
Broken Triangle

Millennium Syndrome
thinking in mega-trends
Antarctic Quantum Angels
I choose to exist:
Defending the Micro Part
Leaving the final energy pool
Can’t evolve anymore
Third Eye hacking
AI Hive mind “god”

Viral super-evolution
doublespeak that can’t mean anything
watching the night turn into day
civilization never exists in a vacuum
out-of-place mechanism in Thera
the same person, on different timelines
this is the recompense
From the future, two women connect
how one is and how one wants to be

what does it take, to create
hear my voice and appear
feel your feelings, all the way through
watching the days go by

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/11/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular painting is of the Wutende Heer.

there was a whole plot above you
three shirts
admonish and upbraid
let go of shockwaves from the future
wrong answer
replicate and resonate, for all time
Oh well,
it doesn’t matter now
a ring that arcs across the top of the world

you’re always invested in the act
you were going down a wormhole
you can tell the difference
someone had to do the math
you’re not supposed to say that
blue in blue
something’s not right
it had no meaning
your Lord and Savior

The Hunt for Supersoldier-X
Evolved the species into the ground
secrets of the Minoans and Phoenicians
begin to square with your reality
empty
the rubber band effect
happiness is blue
it doesn’t matter anymore
it’s not wrong, it’s just mean

follow the Oder, to the sea, and the chalky Rugen
Sailor moon and ancient Steppe warriors
a machine of the epics, lost to the primeval ice
Nosedive into Hell
Isolated nodes and hyper-connected networks
no one cares
wrong adjective
you can delete it
dating ends

I’m not missing anything
100% loser
a life that is thin
there are no sacred goats

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 2/13/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.