Echoing observations
Boiled to insults
Heed your opinion
Stop projecting results
Assumptions of leading
Energies you know
Just follow us
And we’ll all help you grow
Rain off my back
Filling an ocean
Water swells deeper
Masking the notion
Capacitors fill
Aimed at creation
Ending a streak
Of immortal devastation
Out of the wreckage
Leaks powers of implosion
Scavenged by souls
With much less confusion
Division of ego and soul
One for the white, another in black
Careful what you wish for
‘Cause you don’t know Jack
Vicarious sloth
Pulling my stings
Tempting, taunting and teasing
I doubt you’ll find my teeth quite so appeasing
5/15/06
This is a turbulent and wonderful poem. I detect echos of computer programming - do you do that? Binary, capacitors, several other clues. Your biograpy also mentions how your are maticulous (sp? ! ! !) - characteristic of the craft. Or are you just crafty? I loved this. I'll have to return, hoping to absorb even more meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't hold anything back, Jack. I love how you twist and turn words into colorful mazes and pitfalls. Great write!