I found this poem

[joyce]

I'm not sure who wrote this but here it is

Another Goth like me

Black is my passion
I love to stay in the dark
Here, no one can hurt me
I can cry as long as i want
Having freeom to express anything
Especially my sorrow and anger
Since I was little I knew that I am a loner
I don't want to hurt myself
So I don't dare to find an opponent
No one could ever understand me
I'm tired of being like this
But deep inside
It really hurts me
I still hope that I could find you
Another goth like me

 

[MollyBeGood]

I found this awesome poem by one of my favorite American authors, thought it summed up my feelings of needing nature and wanting to be in a technological world at the same time.
this author died of suicide such a waste.



All Watched Over
by Machines of Loving Grace

by Richard Brautigan


I'd like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.