Vision+Voice

Kobe Bryant
best player of all time,
Kobe Bryant
always looking so sublime.

Watching your game,
watching you play ,
you always made the ball flame;
but best of all you made my day.

Kobe Bryant
the man the myth the legend the king of kings,
Kobe Bryant
with your championship rings.

We live on a planet
Which it’s name is Earth
We are safe and you know it
Where no one is first
We live on Earth
Which we are the painters
Where women give birth
And marry a stranger
Our planet is changing
With danger galore
Our planet is rearranging
And damaging more

Under the sun
the water shines
under the water
a person is swimming
hands fold together
as the water moves back and forth
But the water is warmer
then the unknown fog
that covers everything
when she jumped in
and looked up
the sun and water glows this beauty
everywhere
but don’t close your eyes
as you reach the surface go fast
as a dream
of a little girl
came true

Good Morning, Good Morning
To all people and pets
To all the dreams and nightmares
And memories we forget
Good Morning, Good Morning
I am ready to eat!
Bacon and eggs
Mmm what a treat!
Good Morning, Good Morning
It’s a great day
The Sun is shining
So it’s time to play!

It’s 1:00 am.
My fingers are flying,
on the my keyboard.
I started at 4:00 pm
and can’t stop now,
All that code
All that coffee
All the times I wrote print() and if
NOW it’s RUNNING THIS COULD WORK.
The 1969th time is the charm
WHAT do you mean there is a DARN BUG!

How long has it been
3 weeks 3 years?
I’m starting to lose hope
My wood is breaking
My wool is separating
Have they forgotten me
Worse, have they forgotten the memories?
I remember when Alessandra fell when she was five
And when Patrick went too fast when he was six
Wait what is that?
Have they come to play with me!
Ooh what’s Goodwill?
There goes the long lost memories.

four incandescent bulbs
strung from the tree canopy
provided the only light needed
to see our bubble bordered by a fence:
too high to look over
but not high enough to block the sounds.
time spent watching the bulbs
sway in the wind
shiver in the snow
sing in the rain
passed…

four became three as one filament,
a delicate filament strung perfectly
and wound carefully,
burst into sparks
with one brittle touch
as one does in these times