A Journal of Sorts
"now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical, liberal, fanatical, criminal. won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!" ~ Supertramp ~ |
ahem, and all... are you actually reading these journals? (how am I to know?... think I have some super secret technology that somehow can see through your screen?... would you be sitting there looking the way you do if you thought I did?... and you, would you be sitting there naked {where's your other hand?} if you really thought such technology existed?... I won't tell) J maybe you're a shy voyeur too J meanwhile, during these vegetative times (I used to get a magazine by that name... I wonder if it's still published), deep thought is not as welcome as it might have been in the pre-hemlock days... this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you, after all... but fret not (unless you know how and want to), sooner or later the words and music or something will reach enough minds and suddenly, enlightenment... remember... the mind, once stretched to accept a new idea, can never return to it's previous shape... kinda like a mommy's belly... or something like that... what's up with you anyway?... maybe we're just dragging our feet alone cuz we're afraid to meet sitting at home with computers safely enconsed in the unknown but do we really what to be alone? maybe we're just incomplete alone cuz we're afraid of defeat maybe burned once too many times or just never learned to reach out a victim of our own self-doubt journalling emailing poetry on the rise intellectually satisfied but a yearning down deep comes to me in my sleep and I wake up with tears in my eyes cuz the hunger hurts and no web page prize can bring this body what it needs beautiful words, literary friends while inside my heart bleeds and my body bends wondering when when will this loneliness end maybe we're just losing our minds sitting here behind closed blinds is the sun shining outside? some days we'd never have know but do we really what to be alone? maybe we're just wasting time reading and writing this rhyme a legacy of stories and poetry but what of the life itself sitting alone on a shelf journalling emailing poetry on the rise intellectually satisfied but a yearning down deep comes to me in my sleep and I wake up with tears in my eyes cuz the hunger hurts and rational lies can bring this body what it needs beautiful words, literary friends while inside my heart bleeds and my body bends wondering when when will this loneliness end the new age convent solitary confinment self-imposed isolation cyberspace refinement upgrade our servers don't be late for the chat meet you for private messaging that's where it's at journalling emailing poetry on the rise intellectually satisfied but a yearning down deep comes to me in my sleep and I wake up with tears in my eyes cuz the hunger hurts and rational lies can bring this body what it needs beautiful words, literary friends while inside my heart bleeds and my body bends wondering when when will this loneliness end |
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