HeartBeats on the Oscilloscope of Life

Come inside and Read Me Like a Book.

   7.13.2003  
The poetry returns.
July, it's hot, 13th, 2003
It's 6:54 pm and hot.
The oscilliscope is beating a rhythm, and I'm writing what I hope will be the first words of the new blog,
Or words to that effect.
this was to be, nay should be,
right on,
will be
I mean WILL BE,
the place for words, worthwhile words for a new century.
A dyslexic distopia of fear,
founded on a fount of knowledge,
And who knew????
Well, now that these words exist in cyberdom,
The poetry flows from my lips in absentia....
Words do your talkin.
   posted by Michael Nyiri at 7:05 PM


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The Book is (forever being)written. The Pages are the pages of time. With the passing of time, Is the turning of a page. Read Me Like a Book again. These are the poetic outpourings of one feeble soul who has had a gift for words and verse since 1967. This is the concerted effort to "publish" the collected works of Michael F. Nyiri poet,philosopher,fool