Ghost In The Machine

Only here will you find me
Shared quietly amongst a select few
These thoughts of Rage,
Fear and Adoration
Encased
Encapsulated
In a smooth, electronic form
For all the gawkers and sympathetic onlookers
To taste and retrace
Back to their own origins

Usernames
Passwords
Logins
My Updates
“Published”
“Commented on”
Browsing thousands of kilobytes
Of digitized emotions
Artistic apprehensions
Searchable through Google
With 80,000 results returned
Words are just words and everybody is using them

Thoughts sailing through an infinite space
Contained within a computer case
Only here will you find me
.
(PierreTheMad)
.
Teller of tales
Igniter of sparks
Exposer of lies
Seducer of hearts
And notorious slayer of this controlled reality of equal parts
Hope and Despair

Some have seen this face
But the memory will fade
So the select will stay few
And the new will never know
What it is they never knew
PTM will leave his marks
(Bytes on all the ladies
and RAMs against the gents)
Upon the souls,
and minds,
and hearts,
Of  his cherished and select few
Literary friends.

The electric pages of this book will turn
As the journeyman of words
Travels click by click
Across a landscape
That will spontaneously burn
In his presence
When it is felt

Shifting perspectives intentionally
Wetting thighs like an explicit wet dream
Easing in   and out    of your …

                                                              …minds…

… so skillfully
You can hardly even tell if you are the one
Responsible for what it is you are now thinking
A master pulling puppets
Dancing without strings

Teller of lies
Igniter of hearts
Seducer of minds
Leaving his marks
An effortless slayer of controlled and equal parts
Hope and Despair
As quiet as a calm breath
As subtle as a falling leaf
As impressive as an intricately wrapped Christmas gift
As unremarkable as your daily routine
His digital presence
Intentionally
Skillfully
Burning away the layers
Of this dream within a dream

Only here will you find me
a yellow highlight on your Updates page

Thoughts of fear
And adoration,
And encapsulated rage
Where words are just words
Contained within an infinite case
Digitized to RAM and bytes
and typed upon a computer screen
That reduce all of us to
The actions running programs
Of this ghost in the machine