Writers Barricade

Enormous Squares I can't see over
Pole vault with my pen
Mental can't hold the image of a cushion
Plummeting into a meaningless pit
An endless vortex
Scrambled out of control
Three pound ship in a light speed spiral
Thoughts gone wrong bounced around in some eternal game of pong
No players just the ricochet of walls
Tip of the Tounge amnesia
To only recall a forgotten branch
That broke somewhere in remembrance
There was a light before I closed my eyes
Before this obstruction within my mind
A deja vu I'm running into
These gigantic blocks

@*$# People

I met people in circles
I met people in squares
People hiding in boxes
Under the lights of flares

I met people standing looking up on X marks the spot
I met people who observe a little
Who say they know alot

I met people who dream
I met those with images preconceived
I met people who scheme
I met those of selfish wants that they call needs

I met people who touch
I met people who feel
I met those with hands that must
Be filled to consider what's real

I met people who try
I met people who lie
I met those who fabricate their lives
To be called you and I

I met people from near
I met people from far
I've known some people for years
I still don't know who they are

Society the galaxy
The people the stars
The world, the connection
The people

CP:YOU

Twisted mental perception
Intake crossed the hemispheres
Here nor there somewhere in the middle
Stuck in a net of the digital world with no horizon
Info overload
Surf the wave
Currents of ones and zeros take you round the globe
Speak my language
Hypertext keystroke struck death to the pen
All thumbs, all dumb here comes the pun
you search to find you lose touch
With life? Altreal
Download hole to fill
Application time to kill
Angry with your current trajectory
What purpose will cause the crash thats soon to be
The next phase
Space space space
Random access are tweets of the day
Cobwebs cache
The allowed content is not ok
Format not supported
Ernativety distorted
Share your greatest moments only with your friends
When the wide world is just a click away
The social physical is superficial perfection
Delete your self
Stored by the CIA