An ode to the Hip Forums. An ode to the Hip forums Here I stand On a windy pixel platform In an internet land Seeking the correct numerals Time stamps and place Seeking to send text To find news of life & place All it's rich and brilliant glory It's trashy understory Like an internet whore I have loyalties no more When it comes to art Science and religion I am my own superstition True to me amongst all I see Rape me with your intellect A want a subtle poets mind Who's spent 50 years a wandering Through book stack land that winds I want to hear the souls music Transpersed through energy Bringing my mind to fusion Of energies brilliant birth Activate a sensual touch A mind soft like a feather Seeking the soft mist of beauty As I lie listening in the heather -End that was a random poem I busted out just now...it flowed outta me know how it makes you feel if you have the time please. I am par-rac-tice-ing I'd looove feedback. <3 Peace and love bless
