Search Bird
The book is a bird and it flew from my hand
I want us to compare like the mythic anonymities of cyberspace
Where the starburst case scenario with a sweet center
Is the reach of real to virtual, red fingered twice
My window to you is an adolescent verse
Pining for the tree it would reach the moon
Where the progression of narrative tricks
And I want you to page from last word to ready
So the turn could crash all the characters between
And by between I mean the constellation
The word of mouth and its distance
My romance by degree of its style and definition
Is an adolescent verse because I offer the vessel
As if to say my heart is the mirror of your body
As if to say your heart and my body are destined
Will there ever be enough romance for our plan
To begin and end like some wonder in history
In order for our future selves to learn and discover
The road to Rome will last a computer’s eternity
In our hearts, destiny will see itself and see the beauty
Then the beauty will shatter and all we’ll have is truth
As if to say the vessel and its position in the code
Is home to disappear inside our hands to rest
My hold for you is an adolescent verse
To kiss by the book is to hide in the library
And dedicate myself to surprise your bite
Since the apple of my eye is delicious to your lyric
There a refrain would prevail somebody’s turn
To possess with dream and nothing more
To love its casualties and nothing less
I have you in my mind and its close to my heart
My adolescence is a part of spring
It said the verse was a part of everything
Blind as a bat who believes the inferno
Symbolic as a dove eclipsing with rhyme
To double the strength of the thing
How I wish the virtual shore would repeat
To plead against the world from its stage analogy
Because Elvis left the building and the roof is on fire
Phases penetrate each act and the circle
Could only encapsulate the basic shape of a letter C
So let it be letters instead of players
Then looks could kill with the repertoire
For wisdom other than filling a line
Did not the bard himself time the whole duration
In a single draft beyond the harvest of words
So let it be known the stage returned to the book
And it will be studied by a classroom of scanners
Part of the myth will be in the desert
Part of the desert will be in the system
It will be a crash to remember
Gold seal
If Midas touched me
I could pose
In mercurial form
Like a floating tome
If Medusa scared me
Michelangelo would steal my arm
And slap her
If I was frozen
My heart knows when
I would die
If I was a petrified tree
I could be sold
In pieces or parts
And fade where it fades
If I was a petrified bird
You could throw
Take me to the nearest
Two birds
Lucky
Someone’s destiny is under a statue
Where time and place is life and death
A hero gives respect to their work line
And asks why I am here
And why there are birds in November
The statue would speak if it could
Its message is a deep peaceful sleep
So this must be all a dream
And you’re an angel
Who being careful upon me
Would ask for nothing but a difference
Between moving and staying still
A kiss to the third eye
As if the shape wasn’t enough
Like I needed us to live one dream
The thought is this
Do not bleed, do not even speak
Because it sucks
Just teach us like you always have
And let the river flow
Until the shape is my shape
To heal and feel and deal with
Because my hero was inspired by you
You must be so original
You could construct a bird from a feather
Even if birds were lost to us
November doesn’t suck
And you must tell me why
Must there be another cool thing
For us to lie under and seek under
And thunder with
My figure would marry above with below
That message would be gray
And it would not deserve a statue
But I am here and so are you
In some way we are science fiction
I want everybody to know about us
This is so scary
Halloween Logo - Google Style, Not its Best!
I always look forward to Google’s logo during the holidays and special events. They are always creative and often fun. However this year’s Halloween logo in my opinion is not all that great.
Although the theme was appropriate for Halloween, with a haunted house feeling and the letters of the logo sporting the ghostly effect. I found the look and feel of it to be dull and somewhat boring.
This logo might of worked back in 2002, but this is 2007. What’s up with that? I also didn’t get the same feeling of fun like it has been in the past. Maybe Google’s creative theme is lacking some creativity.
Google Logo. October 31, 2007
Google Logo. October 31, 2006
A Little Longer
Here, here, here
Something is near
The mirror of a tear
Well, well, well
I can’t tell
The moon’s own spell
Yes, yes, yes
Here’s my guess
The stars of loveliness
Why, why, why
Beauty in the sky
The way I constantly try
Now, now, now
I’ll know how
The moment grows
Fire, fire, fire
Children of the wire
The voice of a choir
Need, need, need
It’s what I believe
I’m sorry to a speed
Could It Be?
A sky of numbers
A land of programs
A cloud of text
A beast of space
Where am I?
How did this magic occur?
Like a werewolf to a moon,
A curse where a flower blooms.
And suddenly the words disappear
From change and show
Like water all the way to snow.
A night in relation
A day in activity
A person with a message
A friend with string
Who are you?
Is the internet a language?
Like an electric light bee
The honey is poetry?
And suddenly the colors disappear
From wheel to circle
Like the spider of time in some miracle.
A link like a ninja
A thief like the news
A new part like a bridge
A dead relic of a site
Find me?
I will be a drum for the muses
Like a hollow of sound
Just a shell of what the ocean is.
And suddenly the music disappears
From note to boat
Like the cry of a wolf.
A mindscape of imagination
An e-space of the moment
An old part measured
A red part for another mix
Who me?
A gaticca of skills
Like a favorite movie
Just a review of the past
And suddenly the scare disappears
From figure to photograph
Like excellent distance on maps.