Knock

I knock
At a virtual door
I am but a path
Leading there
There is no threshold
But me taking the step
The right step
Forward
Are you there?
Has the sound of the modem
reached you yet,
Before being superseded
by glasses that project
the caller's face
on the back of your brain?
are you home
are you there ?
If you need me I am
between fast forward
and past perfect
pinging through time.

The boss

We rock back and forth
on the waves of his emotions
they lift us up, then let us down
and we long for the ride

We ride the waves of his emotions
His single voice crashing against
The bars of sand, shells
And rolling stones

What lets him talk
So straight to our hearts
And why and what do we give
In return for his art?

His music flows
Out of his mouth, guitar and heart
his words put fire in young minds
And keep the olden greener than pines

The messages fall through the cracks
Of the imprisoned art
And wants to be free
And we can all help with that

For if his music falls
Into the lakes of our souls
We let the ripples take it
As far as we can

We push it through our minds
And out of the dark
Solitude of the past
We push them out in the world

So they can change that
with our voices
ported by waves
we can change that

metallic girl

The metallic girl can bend, can snap and can cut but she cannot bleed for she has no heart