the social network

Silence opened

Deafness listened

To hear the dumb herald the idea whose time had come.



The pony express

Galloping internet outback,

Tumbleweed reminds the rider

Where he is.



Puppets of the cyber

Outer space travels within

Connects us to the illusion Of a network

Where joys are shared

Through blogs and posts

With people who have no agenda to care.



To pool traffic

We make it cool

Maybe break a rule or all

And forget the golden integrity...



Sex sells

Beasts buy

I am not convinced

That this is all that is human



The monk may choose,

Devoid of religion,

To regain his control.



Truth be lived

That the universe does not rehearse

Its revolutions around a vagina



Even if it did,

I still would not be convinced

That I was made to worship aphrodite.



Maybe she,

Was made to worship Me