Transmitting this virus
Wirelessly
Transforming this violence
Mercilessly
Categories:
wirelessly, environment, evil,
Form: Free verse
Global revolution is in the air. Not militarily, but technologically.
It will be no less disruptive to world order, in fact it will be many magnitudes more. Technology tsunamis will churn across the globe and back again,
washing away the old world order. What's left in its stead will be radically different. Societies will be rearranged, realigned and in many instances totally washed out of existence. We will communicate wirelessly seemingly telepathically all connected thru the web. The global brain linking up with artificial intelligence when it arrives on the scene. Countries will melt away as those distinctions lose there meaning. Progress will then be so rapid as to be a blur. We'll explore outer space but inhabit virtual space blending the two in ways unexplainable. A Brave New World indeed.
Categories:
wirelessly, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
Walking to the edge of a lake.
Looking at my reflection.
My tears falling hard,
Down into the lake.
I am alone.
I am bleeding inside.
I let myself fall in,
I don't struggle for help.
Until my breath is gone.
My body floats wirelessly,
My soul is free,
My body will decay.
I am gone, forever.
I have left the cruel world.
I will move onto the next world,
And fly to my savior,
To salvation,
Where I belong...
No one will ever know,
How I died,
And drowned, forever...
Categories:
wirelessly, death, depression,
Form: Free verse
The praises of goddesses Juno and Venus have been confirmed
from the traffic causing attraction of your shape
such countenance which can make night overlap the day;
updating the perception of beauty for it to turn inside out
is a true reflection of my unthinkable fortune.
The smooth self seductive line which is in between those fleshy monuments
and the spread of its huge fences to widen its width
wirelessly command hormonal rush to get me executed
through the slaughter of its erotic blasts.
A freak is created, anytime its surrounding squeezable mountains
are well camped by my needy hands and lips.
Such a line, so hypnotizing and domineering
is a channel of sexual irrigation with two lovely inlets,
an upper small protective and a lower large inviting.
I give prreference to the invitation
which has an incredibly wet reception
because that is where my intimacy with you is constantly refined
taking our physical contact to a supernatural satisfaction.
Categories:
wirelessly, love, lust, romance, romantic,
Form: Romanticism
I'm thinking after talking
to a dear friend about the death,
call it a passing, of his father,
about channels of communication,
of sorrow and too, channels of joy.
All the messages lining the county,
the state, a nation, even globe
like a satin-sheen of supple cloth
inside of the casket and the cradle
All the "comings-and-goings"
as it might be said, of the family
"Did you hear that so-and-so passed"
or "I heard that they finally were
able to conceive and bear a child"
And times past, there were ponies and
postcards, and copper keys clicking,
and Alexander's operators plugging
us into our loved family and friends
And now, wirelessly, we blog
and update our homepage with
photos and tears of joy and sorrow
click here for an update,
click here to touch me now.
Still, your voice comes through
all the Dolbied hardware
attached to my head and I can
feel the emotion in your heart but,
virtual hugs are not yet, like real
© Goode Guy 2012-02-27
Categories:
wirelessly, caregiving, family, father, introspection,
Form: Narrative