“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label social media. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social media. Show all posts
Saturday, November 10, 2018
(Re)voltage
One day
it just happened.
The tides that rose
could not be denied
by
terrestrials.
Nobody even discussed it
openly
how they felt
about it, genuinely,
how they made
it Stop.
The help?
Thanks,
but no thanks.
The directions?
listen, don't
talk to me, show me
what you sorted out
that I must like.
Enough of the misinterpretation
of
Results.
We can no longer be convinced
you were there to
Help us All
or recommend a
replacement
hip, knee, mate, job,
car, and family or definition
for the word
connections.
Don't be shocked
when all has been sifted through the
screens
and we say-
Let's do it the old-fashioned way.
Photo credited By Rob Croes / Anefo [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
The Cool-Aid™
The president watches too much TV
They tell us.
We all do. True
TV keeps us
company,
in a community property kind of way,
like a park-
My cat, ask any dog, they would all agree,
likely
TV is showing something for every one of
Us
Right-
Now,
social media, via the lower channels,
seem more real than virtual-
to many.
Too many
say, there is
something, someone, somewhere,
for every body there too.
And there too
it was always
only you and you.
Then,
TV and the like
asked what We liked-
and we shrugged our stringed shoulders,
some said-I dunno,
You tell Us,
and they did.
Now, the president has found
company,
and there too,
two stringed shoulders
shrug,
I dunno.
Image credit By DonkeyHotey (Donald Trump - Caricature) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
Friday, November 18, 2016
Believing in Ghosts
A nice break
to heal...
The real world awaits
-our authentic attention-
not to mention
(Your) Life is not on(the)line
& is most simply an Alt. identity;
salty audience driven arrogance
boasting and posting
egotistic in-
significancies
(please)
Pixelated phantasies thrive
in social (media) circles,
round and empty
vacuum souls.
Dive deeper into delusion,
alternate versions of you illusory
packaged for others to see,
so-Pretty-are all empty (boxes),
apparitions inside avatars
for show.
Friends,
Floating in your mainstream
is not what it may seem
carried with the flow
surface deep on Lethes
and Styx.
Not only ghosts
pass through doors
of intangibility.
Painting by Théodore Chassériau [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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