you should be the gatekeeper of your own house, your temple, as is said, but how often are the boughs of caution lowered by the siren’s seductive lure of convenience or sneak-ease in the harbor of your ears, the gauntlet to the brain even if you close your eyes to turn away, how the infiltration or indoctrination or just the “in” begins, ‘in’ocently enough, and then breeds with needs, climbs to heights with likes and little pictures as we revert back now to hieroglyphs, the need for an audience has grown into contagion, how much poison is enough to stagger the host? hard to tell…
looking for the golden ticket, the powerball, fifteen minutes of fame seems a lifetime, perhaps the measure these days is fifteen seconds of video, and a blink, a swipe, a new rage, stories swept away at tornado pace, there is more truth to being viral than just the name…
trusted dissonance
algorhythmic waves
all the AI same
battering storms
familiar shores
becomes the norm
soon calm is not appreciated
ostracized as the bore
‘do tell poor boy’
the chore, the daily grind
a spark, a fire
a raging inferno
‘now that’s entrainment baby!’ exclaims-
for a brief moment moves on
a rage, lunacy on a plane
looting on the streets
rinse, repeat
all for a cause, or none
world’s end
how cliche, ‘oh the doomsday’ (yawn)
perhaps I will just sit here
on a bench, in a breeze
listen to the ancient language
of nature, biding her time
and mine, ‘well, to be honest, my battery died’
notes… maybe I could wag the finger, but I am no better but do wonder about the price of admission… I tend to think things will work themselves out, but at some point, there is a point which is an end of the line…
Shades of My Garden 