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Paradise 2.0

Across the vast and frightening sea,
Is a civilization of future technology.
Their beaches lined with crystal orbs,
Networked homes with intelligent doors,
Organic fruits, thatched roofs, stone floors.
Invisible streams of data course,
Through veins of humans and machine,
Across the skies and sub marine.
© 2007 Mark Fulton

Filed under: Poetry, Technology, Writing

8 Random Facts About Mark Fulton

Andrew Flusche tagged me tonight on his blog “Legal Andrew” with a challenge to reveal 8 random facts about yours truly.
The Rules:
1. Post these rules before you give you the facts.
2. List 8 random facts about yourself.
3. At the end of your post, choose (tag) 8 people and list their names (linking to them).
4. Leave […]

Filed under: Friends, Random, Writing

Visit BlogDuJour.com for your Blog of the Day!

This is my latest live development project. BlogDuJour.com is a blog about blogs. My goal is to find the time to feature an interesting new blog everyday from a non-bias broad range of categories. These blogs must be well established and have somewhat of a following or uniqueness. The second goal […]

Filed under: Friends, Web Development, Writing

“Fire Starters”

They are the fire starters.
Catch a glimpse and stare.
For desire we die as martyrs.
Curious eyes burn in despair.

Filed under: Poetry, Writing

“Night Fall”

Evening slipped beyond the hills.
The stars invaded the clear blue sky.
The sounds of the coming night were filled.
The mice did scurry, screech owl cry.
The deer dashed as the stars sparked.
In awhile the fox would come near.
Now he waits as bugles harked.
While the shadows disappear.

Filed under: Poetry, Writing

“My Lover, My Friend”

I’m young, shy and funny, mostly a loner.
I want you to hold me tightly, closer,
Be my lover, be my friend, my everything under the stars.
Smile with me, laugh with me, make happiness ours.

Filed under: Poetry, Writing

“Blake and I”

Blake awoke to the sound of falling rain and realized it was appropriate, as the rain matched the rain that fell in his head. He never understood why he always heard a constant static-sounding rain fall in his mind, but it had grown on him and he learned to live with it. Though he had […]

Filed under: Short Stories, Writing

“My Girl”

I want intelligent life wrapped in a caring and daring woman.
An exciting and enticing girl with style, class, grace and a beautiful face.
Her eyes most often filled with joy and a mind clear of petty worries.

Filed under: Poetry, Writing