“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” preaches the old proverb; it’s this subjective beauty that underlies the sentiments and mentalities of the Indigenous cultures – sentiments of an ideological lifestyle that today feel the increased erosion of an already waning cultural identity, mercilessly and abhorrently catalyzed through the ghostly familiar of Manifest Destiny.
So a couple days ago my computer motherboard fried out on me (thank god it wasn’t the hard drive). It got me thinking how much I depend on my computer for life, love, and lethargy, inevitably coming out in an odic burst of ode-ness.
Ode to My Computer
Life lives through your wires
Compelled I am to your keys
Where hath my homepage gone?
Lost to a technological blurp
No need for commercials
No need for Lost
No need for sports
When I have you on my lap
Forever am I listening
Forever is our community
Forever will you define the future
Never, ever, forever…
So to all you out there who take for granted the screen infront of you, take a minute and thank mother nature for her contributions…
