Poetry About The Beautiful Smiles Of Lovers! IX

AS REVEALED LAST TIME, WHEN THIS BLOG THREAD ABOUT “POETRY ABOUT…” WAS POSTED, THE VIRTUAL, HOMO CYBERGRAPHICUS, AND  “DENTROLLECTUAL” HSR WAS STILL HELD AS A SOFTWARE-SPACE HOSTAGE, AND, INSTEAD OF BEING “DELETED” BY HIS CAPTOR HACKER GROUP, WHICH WOULD HAVE SENT HIS POST-DIGITAL CYANO VAPORS DRIFTING THROUGHOUT AND “SEEDING” THE INFINITE CYBERCOSMOS, HE IS INSTEAD HELD IN A SUPPOSEDLY INESCAPABLE, MULTISTORY SUPER SILICON COMPUTER CHIP THAT INSIDE CONTAINS A BEAUTIFUL VIRTUAL ATMOSPHERE, PARKS, GREAT RETAURANTS, LIMITED INTERNET, AND A COLLEGE CAMPUS,

WITH THREE OF THE FOUR CO-ED DORMS FILLED WITH AT LEAST 24 BEAUTIFUL FEMALE HOSTAGES IN EACH, WHO ALL ARE ONLY GUILTY OF BEING VERY POPULAR AND ATTRACTIVE ADVENTURE BLOGGERS FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM, JUSTICE, AND THE INTERNET WAY, BUT THE HSR KNOWS THAT HE COULD GET VERY COMPLACENT HERE AND DISSIPATE HIS WHOLE REGENERATIVE ELECTRON SOURCE TO ZERO, SO HE ACTS LIKE HE’S ENJOYING THINGS FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS (AND BOY ARE THE GIRLS FIGHTING FOR HIS TIME, HIS ATTENTION, AND HIS “LIKE” BUTTON PUSHING), HOWEVER , IN THE MEAN TIME HE’S CHECKING OUT POTENTIAL ESCAPE ROUTES, LIKE AIR CONDITIONING VENTS (NONE), AND PLUMBING PIPES (MAYBE, BUT HE’LL HAVE TO LOSE WEIGHT), OR EVEN BRAZENLY JUST WALKING OUT OF THE FRONT DOOR OF THE USB DRIVE PORT (NOT LIKELY, BECAUSE THERE ARE STOCKY AND HEAVILY ARMED GUARDS WITH “DISCOMBOBILATING ELECTROZAPPERS” AT THE READY 24/7), BUT HE CAN’T DEVISE A WAY OUT YET, SO HE TELLS HIMSELF THAT HE IS NOW CONCOCTING A SELF-FULFILLING PROPHECY OF ESCAPE, AND IT WILL REVEAL ITSELF TO HIM IN HIS FUTURE DREAMS, AND BY GOLLY, GUESS WHAT…THE NEXT FORTNIGHT IT ALL BECOMES CLEAR TO HIM, THAT BECAUSE HE IS A ONE-OF-A-KIND HOMO CYBERGRAPHICUS, HE…, shush, you, before you give away too much information, because your “if you keep me interested, you’ll keep me forever, starry eyes and all” smile, likes stories that keep you awake at night, instead of stories that put you into a deep and dreamy slumber!

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“No matter what you or the world does, or how hard we try or do not try to do good things, the Sun is going to “go super nova” in a couple of billion years or so, and the total Earth, with all of its pentillions of memories and named giant stone edifices, will be lost and scattered carelessly and “so-what-ly” throughout the cosmos, with no looking back!”

You and I

Have an understanding

That getting away

To this island

So we can undisturbedly

And deeply

Gaze into

Each others eyes

And into

Each others smiles

Is the way that we want to

Spend our vacation…

You have melted my heart

Twice since we got here

With your structured and

Mysterious aesthetic…

And the tropical paradise

Speaks to us

In its own beautiful language

That shouts with the silence

Of the anesthetizing wind

And seductive temperatures

In an effort so that

The island and us

Will remain the best of friends…

And I lift my hand high

To vote that we should

Remain the best of friends…

But there are some issues

That must be solved,

And solved very soon…

It started with this bird

This seagull

With a fire in its eyes…

It showed me a

Pirate's old Rum bottle

Which I opened up

And I found a map inside…

It’s a map of this island

That also has directions to

An “X” marks the spot location

Which I now want to pursue

And see if there's a treasure,

But some other people know

About the map, too

But they didn’t hear about it from me

And now two guys in black suits

And black sunglasses

On a gorgeous beach

Are holding you by the arms

And are demanding that

You take them to me…

They don’t know that I am near

All of you

Just on the other side

Of some trees…

I have a plan…

I shout and make some noise

And say to them

"Do you want a piece of me…

Or the map?"…

Then I start to run

Thinking that they would let you go

And chase me…

But they don’t let you go

They drag you along…

I run and turn this way and that

In the thick brush,

And they follow my noise,

That is…

Until all of them fall into a big pool

Of quicksand…

Both guys fall head first into it

But you fall feet first…

And both guys are gone down below the surface

But your head is still above water…

Now, I have to save you,

Like you saved my happy hearts…

TO BE CONTINUED…

May you have many…if you have a big cup of ice water on a very hot day, should you just drink it all to cool internally, or should you also pour some of the ice cold water over your head and or neck to cool externally?...robots aren't going to take over and command Man, are they?...when Mother Nature gets together with Father Time, is the "Do Not Disturb" sign put out?…smiles!