Crying purple,
softly touch.
its two hours to darkness still.
skipped all other goodbyes,
I’m no good at that,
too busy people never miss a thing.
And it feels like a champion,
late in the day.
bridges drown and governments
take a break….
they pack new excuses
and airdrop them now.
okay…. take rest before you wake.
love is an expression,
your computer calculates.
love is an investment,
all bonds and share….
love is academic,
some learn and some teach.
okay … take a test and see if it’s there.
crying purple,
softly touch.
its two hours for the day to break.
don’t you see baby, I’m in
political love with you.
too clever people always play it safe.
people practice passion,
with nukes under their bed.
hurricanes, earthshakes
and lost remote control…..
some wear glass eyes,
wear media, those who say they care.
okay…. see it all before you’re old.
Well, I try avoiding poetry here, not because it looks gay, but somehow it does not go with my blog, I think. A serious reader has to mostly wade through a gamut of ridiculous possibilities and might even come out with a bunch of freaked out interpretations of each paragraph. Sometimes lines don’t even rhyme and this really piss people off. But I did place it here as it deals with some awfully cool stuff. Stuff like how our personal lives have been globalized and how materialization has invaded our souls. Everything sells. Even tips on how to look into the eyes of a lady. This is social globalization. Information sharing has unknowingly made us victims of passion outsourcing. We get to use and replicate something intangible, that someone else of no relation to us was born with.
I really don’t feel like writing meanings here. But if somebody does give a crap, please let me know, I will explain in comments or something.
Between naps 