dusty keyboards
I’ve heard the planet will overheat
and roasty-toasty carbonate us
- but what is that to me?
Let’s mock the low expectations of the world,
abiding as we can, taking what comforts we can now,
in this lusty winter - what purpose would cowering serve?
There’ll be spring renewals,
I’m willing to bet
ice in our martinis
and yet other playful summers.
It’s true. that someday, our busy keyboards will be dust
and all of our affections will lie in tombs
but worst case scenario
by natural and supernatural laws
- as sure as an infallible God looks earthward
- our souls will be lifted on heaven’s wings
.
.
Songs for this:
And when I die - Laura Nero
Jesus Walks - Kanye West
Somebody Bigger Than You and I - Elvis Presley
Once we were hunter-gatherers
tribes grouped outdoors
before the days of yore
now we're hunt and peckers
each cooped indoors
on personal computer keyboards
and way back when
we'd communicate
banging on the drums
yes since then
we've progressed
today we're all
fingers and thumbs
keyboards
chasing ripples
through hummed interludes,
pounding, drowning crushed love….
ebony
21.12.2024
If we were friends again.
All I wished was to have a chance,
To sing our favourite songs,
While watching you play your drum set,
Along my piano, harmonica, and even guitar.
There were so much for us to share and care and
To treasure through out the rest of our life.
Christmas was all about joy, hope and kind.
What would you do on that special holy night?
I knew you would love to be on your own,
Lonely sitting in front of your whimsy desk,
Working hard on your laptop,
While I would be fiddling my fingers.
On the baby grand piano keyboards,
You raised a voice without making a sound,
When, I made sound out loud without my voice.
Arhinio the Highland Hussy, is a story about a tribe of woman who were
exiled from the Tribe of Tithious in the land of Srimadd, in the land of
Edenusfarr. They worshiped the Evil Goddess Unsharer, who forbade the women to marry men. Yet they could have male friends who were allowed to pay for favors. BBifer was the Queen-Hussy of Meaniest, who would allow these Broads to bare children, but couldn't marry, because the books of Frownbouis forbade it. Doltrime, was said to be the prettiest, she was allowed to smile and tease her male friends, Arilfo was the ugliest she had to submit to the first man who spoke, yet she was forbidden to marry. Thw high-queen,Longtouge, the Spearer, gave word to the kro-kro men of the Neitherworld, those who had many children, could have more and marry the whores, but the fairling and beautiful people were subject to scripts, were they were allowed to be pimped, by different names, if the woman, was pretty she could receive money from a member of her customers club, to receive payment for womanly chores. Askpikeheadrub, was away to show aprecation so this was taxed by the Hussywomen.
Hardened knuckles bang
Playing rabid notes
As lyrics tune off ---
Black keyboards deformed
While his voice stammers,
Yelling lost wife’s name.
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