The radio is playing up a storm,
Rockanrollah, the choice of the privileged
FEW, being the operative word,
amongst friends and enemies
if it were viable to tell them apart?
NEWS, nations, souls of absent
Technolgy strangulates the spoken word,
Type, the mode of subsequent generations
Singing for the lonely.
Feared futures, regarded as garbage,
stagnating trailer park wannabes
nothing extraordinary here,
Pull up another sandbag dear friend,
Let them approve another story.
Lives interweave intrinsic patterns,
Love, conceived, in a implausible place,
Ethernets combine to tear apart,
the fallacy of love, in this world
Place? Plane? Time? cease
to exist within these walls of our love,
Confirming that love can and will endure,
We tear that fallacy apart
Love exists, across
the boundaries of miles
Our love has lived a thousand lives,
Truth subjugates whatever lies we are told
our love shall live again
Long live the Muse.