Nettajack,
Nettajack,
Missing you
so the playa hata's show'd
what they feel is power
but you're pressence felt
too strong, to let them
see you cower
had no luck with nattidark
but there is no true answer
in leaving that true from
start
yes, the family is aching
for nettajack
though it sounds promising
the family does not want
to be nettajacked
no doubt, without question
you the mother of soul
the sister of romance
and the queen of
straight talk
the balla of spoken
hypnotic rythem walk
walking on the souls
who dare to read
stepping on chords
of inspiration.....
as the children cry - FEED ME
for this is a hunger you
over fed, before they
even realized they were hungry
Now, their stomachs have
grown to the size of their hearts
filled with the reflection of love
you've shown - will you take
that away
leaving them to feast on the
pains of forever-more my love
will I ever see thee again
how grave indeed is this plight
nettajack...we beg of you please
don't take flight
I am always were you are. Close your eyes and you will feel me. Thanks for the poem and thank you for being you. It is because of people like you that I am free to be me. LOVE YOU.