I thought this important enough to post:

to have yourself become part of some glowing mass, a cell of some
creature...that like what we're supposed to do right? that what all
religions tell us from the beginning, but maybe most poeple don't
hear it. but it must be in some good percentage in the world's
unconciousness, because isn't that what the internet signifies in
many minds, collective thought and space?
is this what poets feel when they publish work?
i don't kow, never done it outside of a class room and that was
tentative and sometimes against my will.
it makes me feel like...sharing another poem to be posted.
becuase i do like it, yes.
and i have a poem about the collective electrive mind or something,
about the fact that what's behind the many parts dictates what it is.
if you could take down the number of positive sites, and the number
of negative sites in it, you would be able to see if the world is in
balance at this time; kali yuga (the age of darkness from when
krishna left the earth, to right about now) says it is not right now,
that at the end of this age the world will have a larger negative
harvest. this is why the "new massiah" and his/her protectors of good-
willed daemons and the strongest angel avatars are supposed to be
coming to kill off some negative beings and bring in some of those
positive energies.
and there's a lot of computers in that fucking class room! have i
told you of my relationshit with the silicon lover? we have a hate-
hate relationship, but that's been changing day by day.

all the air was electric
mith molten data
jeering, to leave this open wide
running around blind, just waiting to see
already dead, or wanting to be
forever
and i sit here
amidst the static
wondering if copper wire and endless input
could possibly create life

just for you to know, so i can tell, i do not consider myself
jeering, blind or dead, so that part is not about me.
i don't know what it is you are/will be giving me, but as soon as i
figure it out, i will thank you profusely.
this is a point in my life where i must listen and watch very
closely, to everything. signs abound for baby me.
i think that before i leave i will tell you my whole story.
i cannot promise anything, because i'm not sure i SHOULD tell. no
good has come from doing that yet, i don't think.
the last time i did, i had been tripping for two, three weeks, and it
all came out jumbled and incoherent (i only wanted to breath it cause
it was killing me inside) and it resulted in the loss of my home,
downtowm <insert some odd place here>. by my own girl, who is a coward. maybe she feels
she doesn't have to be strong with me, that i will have enough for
the both of us, but she should have known from the way my eyes were
scared that at that point i was very unsure that all my bravery was
justified. the last thing i needed was poeple saying i'm crazy when i
was entertaining that same idea. THAT is was gets people locked up
you know? you're not crazy till poeple convince you otherwise. well i
passed that test, but there are many, many more pies to be ducked and
maybe eaten! (YUM!)
welcome to the oddity that is my life. *EG*lol*
love
me