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Paradise 2.0

Mark Fulton — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 03:05:03 +0000

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.

“Fire Starters”

Mark Fulton — Mon, 12 Mar 2007 05:35:22 +0000

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

She carries on her beautiful life,
Bats her blazing eyelids.
Not knowing my pain, my strife,
My need that she forbids.

Hearts are struck, love isn’t blind,
It hunts me down with steady aim.
Whisk her away to my desirous mind,
Let love burn me with it’s flame.

“Night Fall”

Mark Fulton — Mon, 12 Mar 2007 05:32:13 +0000

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.

Many days come quick then go.
With the bright sun beating down.
Yet, night is king and it will show-
The moon disserves the crown.

And all was calm in the night.
Many chatter, scurry and skit.
Still the darkness eased in spite.
While they live they will not quit.

Life comes to be by the forest edge.
The battles still wage on.
In the shrubs and past the hedge.
It lingers, lonely, like the faun.

The day is dull as the animals know.
And the wind is always right.
In the day it doesn’t blow-
As nice as in the night.