Ahhhh, the net!
Posted: December 28th, 2006, 1:29 am
Ahhhh, the net!
Some people use it as a confessional.
Some use it to promote their wares.
Some cry and whine and some keep time
with tunes. Some soothe each other's grieving,
some lose their temper, seething like snakes,
some take and some keep each other's secrets,
some compete for attention, some exchange jokes,
others rant and pitch tantrums, some become trolls
and disrupt the peace, others tease each other
with empty flirts, some look issues straight in the cyclops eye,
some try to avoid certain topics at all costs, many have too many rules,
many have too few, and there are some I knew who collected romances
like butterflies, pinning each in the thorax, wings glued down
so they couldn't fly away.
Ahhhh, the net!
I will never forget the myriad of grand exits, the etiquette debates,
the freight trains mimicking camaraderie, the straight talk, the narrow,
arrows slung, the young nurturing elders, those who pretended
to be bourgeoisie, those who contributed a potpourri of emotional trauma,
those whose drama was slanted with fiction, those who enjoyed the friction
of argument, those who banged their heads up against the mystery of an avatar,
those who carved their names with the same inscriptions, the deliberate
signatures of the troubled and hopeful, all avatars so far being purposely
branded on the back of the minds of those who view for pleasure or for
whatever viable particular needs they need met.
Ahhhh, the net!
Some have met, some have engaged, some have continued to
persuade or dissuade, some have genuinely eluded or precluded
a variety of fade-ins and fade-outs, some have attempted a whisper,
some a shout and some (in the more extravagant bunch) have actually
contributed to the operational status by various means.
Ahhhh, the net!
Some have illuminated themselves and each other, some have become
sister and brother, no matter the market, no matter the site, no matter the
oversights or ages, no matter the plagues of bots or sots or other inebriations,
no matter the dominations or amplifications of voice, no matter the choices
of adjective, no matter the image, the noun, no matter the subject or verb,
no matter the sentence structure, no matter the nerve connection
or the resurrection of truths, no matter the deaths or youths who
climbed on board, no matter the wetbacks, backtracks, facts unproven,
no matter the whatever they would allow, no matter the room to let
for a fee!
Ahhhh, the net!
Me and you. You and me. See how special it is?
Let there be light in the middle of the night, each monitor
monitoring a stream, each dream another connectivity issue,
each tissue blown like trust!
And just as you think of these things
imagine god in human form hanging on a tree,
a myth, the possibilities of possibilities, the ability
to believe in love or honor or respect or prize
Ahhhhh, the net!
and when his eyes met mine, the earth could not turn
on its axis, and when his touch became part of my skin,
i darted from within myself to without and back again
and when his fingerprints were embedded in my mind,
time ceased with the quickness of a breeze, my sole
purpose to please a minute!
Ahhhh, the net!
it brought us here but today we're not in it
and it is all but over, only a crying song remains,
only the sound of a lady-rain tear on a shoreline,
only a photograph of a memory, trips, dips of fingertips
into surface skin into the parts so far within us,
we'd never be able to find them again....
Ahhhh, the net
you pulled me in when
i became yours and now as
we both cut the capture, each with a sharp quill,
each with a sever to a tie, each with a swift release
from a piece of time into the rhyme of a huge and
imperfect sea,......
Ahhh, the net...
and i will see him there again
when gulls fly to another coast,
when minnows swim upstream,
when the seems like that and the
seams which tie dreams together
again are resewn....
Some people use it as a confessional.
Some use it to promote their wares.
Some cry and whine and some keep time
with tunes. Some soothe each other's grieving,
some lose their temper, seething like snakes,
some take and some keep each other's secrets,
some compete for attention, some exchange jokes,
others rant and pitch tantrums, some become trolls
and disrupt the peace, others tease each other
with empty flirts, some look issues straight in the cyclops eye,
some try to avoid certain topics at all costs, many have too many rules,
many have too few, and there are some I knew who collected romances
like butterflies, pinning each in the thorax, wings glued down
so they couldn't fly away.
Ahhhh, the net!
I will never forget the myriad of grand exits, the etiquette debates,
the freight trains mimicking camaraderie, the straight talk, the narrow,
arrows slung, the young nurturing elders, those who pretended
to be bourgeoisie, those who contributed a potpourri of emotional trauma,
those whose drama was slanted with fiction, those who enjoyed the friction
of argument, those who banged their heads up against the mystery of an avatar,
those who carved their names with the same inscriptions, the deliberate
signatures of the troubled and hopeful, all avatars so far being purposely
branded on the back of the minds of those who view for pleasure or for
whatever viable particular needs they need met.
Ahhhh, the net!
Some have met, some have engaged, some have continued to
persuade or dissuade, some have genuinely eluded or precluded
a variety of fade-ins and fade-outs, some have attempted a whisper,
some a shout and some (in the more extravagant bunch) have actually
contributed to the operational status by various means.
Ahhhh, the net!
Some have illuminated themselves and each other, some have become
sister and brother, no matter the market, no matter the site, no matter the
oversights or ages, no matter the plagues of bots or sots or other inebriations,
no matter the dominations or amplifications of voice, no matter the choices
of adjective, no matter the image, the noun, no matter the subject or verb,
no matter the sentence structure, no matter the nerve connection
or the resurrection of truths, no matter the deaths or youths who
climbed on board, no matter the wetbacks, backtracks, facts unproven,
no matter the whatever they would allow, no matter the room to let
for a fee!
Ahhhh, the net!
Me and you. You and me. See how special it is?
Let there be light in the middle of the night, each monitor
monitoring a stream, each dream another connectivity issue,
each tissue blown like trust!
And just as you think of these things
imagine god in human form hanging on a tree,
a myth, the possibilities of possibilities, the ability
to believe in love or honor or respect or prize
Ahhhhh, the net!
and when his eyes met mine, the earth could not turn
on its axis, and when his touch became part of my skin,
i darted from within myself to without and back again
and when his fingerprints were embedded in my mind,
time ceased with the quickness of a breeze, my sole
purpose to please a minute!
Ahhhh, the net!
it brought us here but today we're not in it
and it is all but over, only a crying song remains,
only the sound of a lady-rain tear on a shoreline,
only a photograph of a memory, trips, dips of fingertips
into surface skin into the parts so far within us,
we'd never be able to find them again....
Ahhhh, the net
you pulled me in when
i became yours and now as
we both cut the capture, each with a sharp quill,
each with a sever to a tie, each with a swift release
from a piece of time into the rhyme of a huge and
imperfect sea,......
Ahhh, the net...
and i will see him there again
when gulls fly to another coast,
when minnows swim upstream,
when the seems like that and the
seams which tie dreams together
again are resewn....
