Choose Your Art Art of the Ages *CULTUNETTI**an empty canvas the Net awaits for splattered colors and impassioned strokes -- (we key in @ or //) in zillion bauds chained to the next, a constellation is born... echoes of creation. (you and me are .'s ) these are the days of connected miracles, this is any nick's world of colored mirages. if the Net is a done canvas, freedom finds no resonance, love sends no ripples from a friend linking to a friend. Art on the Edges to catch a wandering byte, we all should be in time; to find a lost character, we must find a home -- the Net, our abode, is a resounding metaphor! --JongCalderon Other Pages and Poems HOMEPAGE: Weatherman's Dome The Net Has Become A Bad Habit WeatherForecast In FreeBytes Far Too Many Of Us Friends Listen Adam&Eve's Internet Chat Prose As A Rose Mathematics Of Our Connection Missing the Net Framed Lyrics For A Jazz Album: Uncut Whispered Lines, Muted Rhymes Signs Of The Times Choose Your Art Stranger Still the Ways of My Pen Tagalog Song Heard Over the Net Tenth of Mnemosyne OpenEnded Open End Between Us Stands an Ampersand Cruising on Edsa Tanghaling Tinanaw Ko Identity Links&Mails, Connections&Chains TekaMuna...WalaPa Mga Anino ni Mang Ano Walls for the Anti-Nowhere League Red Like Guthrie Links&Mails, Connections&Chains2 Iloveyou Is A Verse Soul Intercourse Love Me Dream Sequences 2 Deaths --------------------- LINK: The Poetry of CesMillado Thank you so much! Please visit again for updates. Mabuhay!
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