Tuesday, September 27, 2011

In A Manner of Speaking

In a Manner of Speaking

In a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing.

In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way I feel about you
Is beyond words

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
 But tell me nothing
Oh give me the words
That tell me everything

In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live
We only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed

So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
But tell me nothing
Give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

--Winston Tong

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Beyond The Membrane of Cyberspace

Monday, August 08, 2011
11:03 AM

Right now, at this very moment, in this very space, you're mine.  Your eyes are reading the contents of my heart.  And while I know you have a life outside of this screen, while you're here, you are captive in my love.  The bizarreness of this fascinates you.  How can anyone want you so deeply?  How can anyone love you so blindly?  I pine for you.

Imagine this. 

As your eyes move through the screen, your eyes are like fingers moving across my skin.  Yes, touch me there.  If only for one brief moment, when your curiosity brings you to my page, come.  Come.  Come and let your eyes ravish me.  Your body is my keyboard and I'm playing the song of your heart.   My fingers touch your every cell, enlivening your body memory.  It's me you need.  I'm the missing piece to paradise. 

Right now, at this very moment, in this very space, you're mine.  Though  you're on  the other side of this digital divide, just beyond the membrane of cyberspace, you're mine.  For this brief moment, we're together.  It's real.  No one else comes between.  Not the continent.  Not the ocean.  Not her.

Lyle Mays – Mirror Of The Heart

(Author's note:  This is a snippet of a work-in-progress.  Any resemblance to any person, place, or thing is purely coincidental.)

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Nothing But The Night

Dearest Love,

It's 1:50 AM California time.  I sleep with my laptop next to me, left on all night.   You are my desktop background and screensaver. When I'm working and I click out of the window, you appear...and when you do my heart gets caught in my throat and I have to gasp for air. You are captivatingly gorgeous!  Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and see your face fading in and out, and it feels like the sweetest dream.

I'm crazy about you.  I'm impervious to the overtures of men, but you have such a pull on me and I just keep falling, falling, and falling deeper and deeper into your gravitational force field.  Thoughts of loving you consume me... 

I want to melt into your eyes.
I want to hear your voice.
I want to bury my face in your neck.
I want to taste your skin.
I want to whisper your name.
I want to trace your body with my tongue.
I want to feel your fingers locked around mine.
I want to ooze on you.
I want to know your hardness against me.
I want to drink you up.
I want to hear you moan.
I want to wrap around you.
I want to hold you and never let you go.
I want to scream your name--

I love you!
I love you!
I love you!

(Author's note:  This is a snippet of a work-in-progress.  Any resemblance to any person, place, or thing is purely coincidental.)

Monday, August 1, 2011

Data Liberation

Data liberation is google's term for the ability to free up your data from their products so you can have access to it once you stop using their  service.  No one owns your content and unlocking your data in any of their products should be as easy as uploading it there. 

At least that's the stated goal.

While the term "data liberation," originated by their DLF engineering team, refers to a computing function, I can see that in very short order it's going to morph into a term of art that will be applicable across all technologies. 

But technology doesn't address issues of love... 

...And my love is too big to be tucked away in your inbox, where it  gathers dust and cobwebs outside the steel façade of your cold, unfeeling heart.   I'm liberating my love for you and giving it wings to fly across multiple universes to find the twin You who loves me.   Somewhere in the vast open sea of infinity, my love will land softly in the warm welcome of your doppelganger's embrace.

Free!  I set my love free!  My love is timeless and greater than life itself, and the universe is waiting for me to announce myself.   Here I am --  holding love up to the light, liberated and free!

(Author's note:  This is a snippet of a work in progress.  Any resemblance to any person, place or thing is purely coincidental.)

Saturday, July 30, 2011


Don't tell me this.
Don’t tell me to listen
to the wild applause
of one hand clapping.
I need to hear the thunder
and the scream.

Don't tell me that
We are One to begin with.
When I look in your heart                
I'm not there.

Don't tell me this --
That love is just  illusion
The longing in my heart
is real, for real.

Don't tell me that
You are not
What I make you up to be.
I'm not crazy
For loving you the way I do.

Don't tell me this--
That you can't accept my love,
And only in your misery
Will you think of me.
I promise you heaven
In my arms right now.

Don't tell me
You don't love me.
Don't tell me this.
No, don't tell me this.
Please, don't tell me this.
Don't tell me this.
Don't tell me this.
Don't tell me this.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Love burst forth in spring --
Collapsing space and time...
Breaking heart in pieces.

Monday, July 25, 2011


(Author's note: This is a mere writing exercise, a snippet from a work in progress. Names and places are purely fictional, and any resemblance to any person, place or thing, is merely...as the saying goes, strictly coincidental.)

Oh, the magic of facebook! Oh, the infinite possibilities of love hidden in your algorithm! Here in ethereality, I have found my one true love.

This is how it happened. Or maybe it didn't happen at all, and I'm just cogitating, making believe in something I 've only glimmered, but never experienced. Maybe my imagination is just so wild that I would concoct a love story such as this, where someone adores me just as much as I adore him. From infinity to infinity.

I was 7. Sweet and innocent, clinging to the memory of our former radiance in a previous life where we were blissful together. I let go of your hand for a second and lost you, but you promised we would meet again.

And suddenly, there you stood, under a cobblestone archway, and I knew. Love had left a trail of stardust so that I might find my way home to you.