Mother’s Milk

This fruit is digital

Counting fingers

Down, in to oblivion

My China Doll

Ma China Doll

There was something in those lines

That sealed a thought in my mind

My world

Alone

At peace

A window open

To breathe with the soul

In silence

Enigmatic Twist

I can feed your illusions

Alleviate the confusion

With a sweet taste of fantasy

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I can shroud you in darkness

Force you to cry and confess

With a promise of ecstasy

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I can make you wish

I can make you believe

I can make you steal

I can make you deceive

But that’s not the way

I love

02/11/22

“To perceive the real within the virtual machine, one must take a step back from the screens in order to view the obvious. For the machine: the screen is a means of projection. The machine itself is a tool in unseen hands.”

Nurtured Nature

My little bird of spring

You somehow survived the winter

After refusing to leave

During the fall

You found a warmth

That melts the snow

And an embrace

That won’t let go

And thus declared

That warmer climes

Were not your call

Dueling Flames

The root spreads with symbolism
Digging deep in to Mother Earth
Feeding the sprout
That reaches for the heavens
Taking from the cold and dark
To shine a light on our humanity

Then The Shades

She peered in to the devils eyes

And saw innocence

Her questions answered

With sincerity

Answers

That would sow a grain of change in her mind

First The Form

Little Devil

What’s in a smile?

Contagion!