Gone away are our face to face connections Replaced by the fantasies and imaginings of fake friends and lurkers The children no longer play but sit inside watching fight videos, taking pictures to see how many likes they will get Self esteem fractured by mean…

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In the old days it seemed clear. A human is a human A cat is a cat Time is regular, straight, and linear.   It is all confused now. A human is made up of many different species of bacteria. A lichen is made up…

Another new camera Another closed eye One more upgrade Outdating the mind   We trade in technology Giving up intelligence Got to get the next one Patience and wit become obsolete   Power on Charge it up All the while Blinding ourselves Even More

Connected The first thing I do, even before coffee, is turn on my computer, connect to my global group and write, and write, and write. I laugh, live, love by the blue screen light, pour my soul into digital bytes soaring through cyberspace to target…

My readers are as close to me as my left hand as I use my right index finger to write the poem. I know you are here. I see you. I hear you. I touch you.

Silent Silence   Silence, Somehow describes me, But my silence speaks silently. People calls me introvert, I, myself made me a secret. Secrets which surprisingly opens, And speaks silently. I did not choose it though, All made me to be so. Nobody is that free…

Don’t leave me out, I am part of the celebration too, Don’t leave me out, Because when they hurt, I hurt too. I am only a child, Yet I bear the pressure, The pressure of being a preacher’s kid, I see the laboring, The time…

I love to watch the crime shows, It’s so intense. I like the guys in uniforms and who carry guns and badges, It really makes no sense. I live to watch it everyday or as much as I can, To see the brain and braun of…

Yes, I hear you… Playing that crap so loud. No respect for a neighbor… In these new age times. No, I’m not really old… Love that good old rock and roll; Just not mixed with your anthem; Of a different time or culture. Why do…