Indie Highway

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The Deep Hidden

The island will remain where relevance restrains itself from extinction, and profit. A place inviting all to the come-as-you-are, a sector where the green light is complete and will continue to grow far beyond the gene farms and outposts. 

It will be the end of a future where another island has disappeared for purposes of two connecting veins to become one--much like falling in love with a love song the way you might fall in love when you know your time is coming. 

Yes. Simply letting go of the meaning of the commercial eyes, the eyes sorted in some way by the secure, the undated--oversights in far away think tanks built by the invulnerable, the deep hidden. 

Letting go of caring for all the renders of the uninhabitable in the rising seas. It's so sure of itself in its shooting down of the new, in a place where explainers (if they found enough inadequacies) would be even more spooked by daily political curtain risings.

It's as if holy shrouds reveal themselves as a new deity.

It's here she had changed when she realized she wanted to  remain with the ocean--when the ocean was  (even in its most believable ugliness) her belief source, a place to ponder the dark part of the heart of  an indie highway that goes all the way. 

Here the island had remained above the waters for its own reasons. An entity with no issues, the kind that would have remained undetected by harsh law, detected by natural light.

It's a ready and willing force, a force that only comes from behind the shadow of a scream, a force that would never hide in a corn crib--it's always paddling hard to see what chance it has.

It's a force that reminds even the finkle-minded, what lifeless feels like in the deep hidden.

Tropical Ghost

 Aloha poets,

     Can you see the ghostly figure of water droplets? Inspires today's poem

in this halloween season. Enjoy!

Forecast Forest

Distance glows through a foggy ocean haze

Siphons off genetics, data at work then plays

Piggyback on the legitimate to access accounts

Community protects where human rights count

Legitimate users bypass future password protection

Ranges lackluster interested in your connection

Labor market is the army marching in a slog

Penchants to stir lies with their own fog

Vaults of ambition locks password

Stuck in its place to fall on its sword

A long deserted hut of pizza and such

Policy makers hunker in political hutch

Walls from within, necessary they say

Outside inconvenienced, held at bay

Ingenuity blinks agency's hazy eye

Friends, foes think it's the other guy

Track a server to the physical place it sits

Times call for new styles, one that fits

Cuts a new swath, security so firm

Rights data, neglect is its worm 

The data is in the detail, like date of birth

Numbers on account give a wide berth

Back at the ranch on server's log files

Details swell in stacks with smiles

Inside is the policy, outside political

Posting is the word, talking delectable

Chasten your bounds to usher ambition

Policy aggregation arrays future rendition

So it seems political latitude finds limits

As downsized agenda policies grimace

Feeling as in a circus wearing tights?

Freedom lies in community rights

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patrick d.adams

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