Musotard

by Chris Harding   Feb 4, 2006


A spiritual feeling, uplifting, all revealing, awe inspiring
Gather myself here, a mind coming from chaos
As I take stock of my surroundings
So delicate a soundscape
Layered intricately with wonderous harmony
Utopian bliss in this serene escape of contextuality
A plot not lost but rewritten constantly
The universal code which binds all of the gifted together
Re-interpreted to create diversity as we compete against one another
A point not lost at both ends of this spectrum
Formulized beauty deconstructed into the mathematical
And re-built in the grand scope of the digital
A cult and breed all of our own
The depth of this dark iris
Only measured by the infinite possibilities of creativity
As the waves wash up against the drum of our ears
Stimulation of the soul brings inspiration
A captivating sonata dedicated to working harder
For the sake of making this dream into a better reality

I resurface

Resurrected from the whims of pleasent fantasy
I reach out with tired legs as my toes curl from the cold
An igloo made out of pattened duvet
The flickering screen brings tantalizing imagery
As this desperate muso idles online with my futile search
What price we pay in seeking the shrine of individuality
Aspiring to be unique
But hopeless the same
A generation of cyber friends and pierced skins
Long haired men and jack-booted women
Our lives but silver threads on this web
That will remember our playful frolicks
Into the electronical underworld forever
The spoilt brats,
Victims of the technological information age
As we descend back from whence we came
The darkness floods in around us and once again we�re alone
With the weight of our guilt on our shoulders

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