Monday, June 1, 2009

Too Many Plugs...

We are so plugged into everything... We use CAT5e cables to plug into the interneet where we in turn plug into one another's hearts... Really where does the human soul begin and the social network plug end?


Dont get me wrong I am the first to tell you how guilty I am of plugging up my empathy box.  Had a conversation about singularity today... hmmm... Computer=MAN

.Sub-Society.
our minds

constantly plugged into
iPods. dialing numbers more than
holding young hands in palms.
we spell affections rather than speak

them. there is minimal space available
for breathing so we download freedom
into cellular devices. Place God in Fav Five's
and text him every time we need a prayer.

disconnected from flesh, we work
overtime to upgrade minimal contact
into e-consciousness. being aware, is now
synonmous with RSS fed knowledge because
we dont have a hand free to lift the paper.

trees out stretch branches to hug human souls,
but we trim Mother's arms back because that's
just too close for comfort. family time
now consist of Jonny and Sue battling
over gaming devices and parents hushing them 
because they can't hear what Warlock
needs to attack which Soothsayer.

W.O.W.

and we wonder why violence is a past time
for those not drowning in micro-waves of
distraction. They kill to feel. Society has found
warmth in drive-thru smiles and comforting diets

fitting snuggly into statistics we
so happily embrace.

What happened to humanity? 
Ebay keeps dreams on bid,
boys auction futures while
young women watch self worth in
hopes it sells instantly.
Family Value[s] haven't met market value
in ages and Love is hardly ever up for sale.

suffrage is for he who keeps his eyes
open. The wise don't sleep.
Cowardice has cut the tongue of those
who once used word to spread Religion.

This is not a War of God,
but the call of awakening to
those still sleeping
while giants starve the young,
curse the women and murder the men.

Pillaging villages
of micro-networks coined Humans,
we trudge through cables and wires
blanketed in generated worth
and key strokes.

No on loves,
no kisses sooth the nightmares
of us.

There is no Bible, just

[Delete] keys
allowing us to begin again.

-©2009  Succinct

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