I was soldering dreams on a PCB,
Fighting a chip that refused to agree.
Multimeter in one hand, wire in the other—
Voltage spikes like no one’s bother.
Then came the call—a soft little beep,
Right when my circuit fell asleep.
I picked it up with a sigh so tall…
Didn’t expect you on that one-minute call.
"Hey, resistor brain, still alive?"
You joked as my heart hit overdrive.
My logic gates all flipped to high,
Capacitors charged, and so did I.
You said you missed me (with static delay),
I said, “Same here,” in my ohm-ish way.
We laughed about wires and life on hold—
Your voice was warm, my soldering cold.
No datasheet ever warned of this,
That love could spark with just a kiss—
Of words so quick, yet somehow deep,
That made my digital heart lose sleep.
Oh darling, in circuits, I deal with noise,
But your voice cuts through, brings quiet and poise.
That one minute call? Just sixty small seconds…
Yet my entire heart it somehow re-sequenced.
So call me again, like a rising sine wave,
In this tangled breadboard life I brave.
Because in a world of signals and sprawl,
You're the only frequency I want to call.
Before they used computer chips
and printed circuits too,
TVs worked with different parts
like capacitors and tubes.
Our neighbor was a repairman
and he was quite adept,
he'd given me an old TV
to satisfy a debt.
I wrestled it to the basement,
put some rabbit ears on top,
plugged it in an outlet,
and on the floor I plopped.
Our Philco was a color set
but here I'd rather be,
watching shows all day long,
just me and my TV.
Twilight Zone, my favorite show,
could always make me shiver.
How about the lone masked man
and his trusty steed named Silver!
And don't forget the Cisco Kid,
Matt Dillon, Doc, or Kitty,
Perry Mason was the best,
and wasn't Della pretty.
I laughed at guys named Gleason,
Kovacks, Berle and Benny.
And one guy who was really cool
I think his name was Lenny.
Good things, they say, always end,
and I say this with a sigh,
in the middle of my best year yet
the TV up and died.
That summer stays inside my head,
now you know the reason.
I won't forget the thrills I had
in my first TV season.
Hustling static coursing through the air
It is buzzing and crackling everywhere
It’s not safe to be outside when a storm is building fast
Let us head into the barn before the lightning blast
Suddenly a brilliant flash, we’re blinded by the light
Startled by the thunder, it rolled and shook the ground
Electricity is marvelous; it even makes a sound
It works in our appliances and even in our cars
Coursing through the circuit boards with lights like little stars
Capacitors, resistors, and microchips abound
Everywhere we look, we see them all around
Another flash, a crash and the thunder roared again
Can we make it to the house to see our show begin?
We can have a conceptual subject
without an actual object,but,
can we understand substance
from the subject without an object ?
Can there be a defined intangible existence ?
Instead of viewing substance as matter or anti-matter
which has become our version of order and chaos,
what really appears is the manifested and unmanifested,
beginning first as thought,then sound.....
we view the material world as objects that fill space,
with empty space now surrounding the object....
really,what we have is space lacking structure and form,
awaiting manifestation....the gestation of thought.....
Energy in motion.....or E-motion,is the byproduct of thought,
capacitors of energy as befitting a manifold,
we consume energy....combust energy....exhaust energy,
Attitude is the exhaustion of our thoughts...positive or negative....
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