Thursday, October 23, 2014

The OC

The arrogant air of authority,
the sleepy eyes and fake practiced smiles, 
the pressed shirts, short skirts, and belts tightened too tight, 
make up, cologne, sunglasses, fake tans,
smart phone nation culture swimming in my head, 
I swim in it's head and find no land and nowhere to breathe, 
these words are the breaths I take before I go back under to find food and a place to hide from the predators,
a fish bowl with no way out, a cell within a cell on the moon drifting in the cosmos alone, 
fearful of creation, devoid of nature, synthetic, shallow, hollow, empty of existence, forgotten, 
worthless petty egos shocked into a strange personality,
fake in every way, a veneer hiding limitless light just thick enough to fool most people, 
cheap enough for the few who can afford it,
and the rest sit and wait for it all to wash away.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Digital Hallucinations

I see, but do not believe.
I believe, because I close my eyes.
I hear, but do not perceive.
I perceive, because I am silent.
I understand, but do not comprehend.
I comprehend, because I know it is all a game.
I log on every day, and play the game, but never win.
The nihilistic digital dream we all share is there, and it is real; to some.
A shared hallucination between friends, so we can bond and feel connected.
Plugged in, turned on, integrated, dissected, categorized, broken up, and spread too thin.
On guard, half awake, hollow, shallow, reactive, and mostly dead.
The news, the food, the air, the water, nature, the future, the past, the internet, our phones,
it is all a game with points, and levels, and rules, and cheaters who don't follow the rules.
Who really knows if a million people died, or ten million, or a thousand.
Who really knows if a million people marched against something, or for something, when they only tell us what they want us to hear.
I am sure there are a few that know, but they choose to play the game.
They are on the outside looking in.
We are fish in a tank, waiting for our next feeding time.
Show me the river, and the way home.