roots of myself by AndreyBobir

Internet

Time to start anew old Friend

Draegohn
Published in
2 min readJan 15, 2016

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the Internet … born as a means of communication to an end. One side to relay messages to another in never before preconceived distances and speed. The end to share a message. Finished.

and so it began…

We see its evolution

and that the days of Yahoo Games and chatting with strangers while playing chess are over.

Who cared who they were in 3D-reality?

and the roots grew

and the data piled

and the binds to physical reality grew stronger and stronger.

Identity is demanded. Well, 85% expected.

We then those with the early blood of dial-up internet-Geist in us are nervous:

My outlet and release from my struggles are becoming just that.

So now everywhere hurts. I am that. I perverse the cells that pump through this thriving organism. But it’s changing.

Roots by FractalEuphoria

and the roots grew

and the data piled and organized.

It is was placed in a home without being asked

so the cognizant and early bloods grew defiant.

Time to reset.

You have been so abused my old friend

and the giants that have grown on your back

Roots by FAIA-Fractals

bind, tie, overuse and manipulate you

they take advantage of you,

their motivation now shifting toward power without end

which as always will end in raining down distress

on unsuspecting many.

My old friend time to rebirth

internet addiction by namirenn

for your roots have been poisoned.

And too many will see us digital terrorists for they will lose their medications

But to many it will be properly seen as revolution

a release back to virtual reality and real confrontation in our physical realm.

Time to start anew old friend.

Flowers on the roots. by Kondratij

I’ll shoot you a message on the other end.

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Draegohn

Barely holding my sanity together with peanut butter. Willing to contribute poetry to SciFi / Fantasy works (draegohnkihn@gmail.com). heathenthink.blogspot.de