Words are treasures with wings

For Love you live and sometimes die,And Love so often makes you cry,Sometimes your hands grow very cold,And shrinking feelings make you old,And yet Emotions new and bold,They keep on popping, never fold,Emotions, small or big or tallLike lightning that you can’t control,And still, we think we Know It All!

And yet,It really doesn’t matter,I stir the night,And eat my foam,And hear the soft rain, chatterI have no friends,Just virtual blends,Of shadows that I shatter,And I’m alone, computerized,And yet, I findIt really does not matter

Relentless choirOf human want.One never really,Puts out the fireIf with desire,It’s Love we want.

Came from a Frankenstein prompter,An ancestor put together,To kill and to murder,As time flew from its zone,The Frankenstein prompter reached our shores,And its social agenda kept knocking at all doors,Entering our homes,Brainwashing all drones,Until disaster and stupidity took over entirely,Faster and faster, unseating all logic from its throne.

In a passionless fashion,Of which I can’t boast,Surrounded by images,Nothing for real,A virtual life,Has no great appeal.Life lacking emotion,The warmth, human feel,Is a great empty ocean,Doesn’t even seem real.

Three against one,Not fair,Encircled and trapped,Couldn’t help it!Yet, no force on EarthCould have,Kept us apartThis enslavementThis bondageIs!What I want,The golden chainsThat totallyConquered my spiritAnd forever will liveIn my heart!