Beyond This Travesty

Beyond This Travesty

A Poem by Hebe
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Who are we?

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Today is different


A lightening burst flickering behind my wet eyelashes


and I see clearly days gone by


yesterday leaves my memories in a cabinet drawer


those will remain sewn into my DNA


for future lifetimes to explore

 

for I will be back again and again


I feel I didn’t do much this time


my brain has been tapped for production


exploited to serve everyone but me


lost time, perhaps confused and in denial


I look into the crowds and see pill popping eyes


stomachs full of unidentifiable artisan specialties


the zest of being alive


 reflected in the screen of my alogrithm

 

Mr. Mobile can you find me true love


and deliver my new shoes promptly on my doorstep


iphone, you phone, call the drone


face time in real time


what!… four hours already on faceb…..!


car drive me to my house please


it’s warm and fuzzy talking to my steering wheel!


These nimble fingers only flirt slim elegant keyboards


I speak only in digital and weblog


it’s an online course


offered privately in my room


drive me home so I can isolate myself in my mini mansion


my friends and I, we all meet for coffee and games

 

in a cyber paradigm


my mind rejects my reality


heard that before…..


I live in my own psychological drama


stuck in my thoughts and emotions


do you see the travesty?


I forgot the scent of skin


freshly washed hair


the taste of green from the earth


mud on my hands and knees, playing in the streets


moms sweet voice shouting through the window


it’s almost time for dinner


they call me a millennial or generation Y


which suggests the next generation will be Z " Zombies



…..fits perfectly!


I have a gluten free hairstyle


and I’m proactive in an inactive society


I realize I have all the comforts and gadgets I need


generations before didn’t know such comforts


but I search in the mirror to ask my reflection


to give me back my joy


this desperation, it leaks acid from my taunt veins


a thirst for insight


thats why today is different


I want to explore my existence


without ambiguity and disguise


see white bone to understand


plans and structured rituals are available


but you must sign up for the layaway plan


This is where I step in and tell my psychodrama


to take a hike!



© 2017 Hebe


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Posted 6 Years Ago


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Hebe

6 Years Ago

Jes Pi ...... thank you....if my words make a difference in some way, I am grateful :)
Wow! This is the best work of my today's reads so far..
Beautiful work, very well penned and really interesting..
Excellent

Posted 6 Years Ago


Hebe

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much.... it means a lot to me when you leave your encouraging words to show your suppor.. read more
Hebe, this is very interesting because i've been thinking quite a bit about this lately. once again we are in synch. seems like the more technology we have and the more advanced society becomes we lose more and more of our humanity. we hardly speak or relate to each other anymore. it's all so impersonal. i too long for those simpler, more meaningful times of yesteryear. each subsequent generation thinks they have the answers. the more things change, the more they stay the same. with each advancement, what are we saving, and what is it costing us? computers are increasingly being programmed to run things and make decisions. where does that leave us and how does it end? some powerful observations well articulated.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Hebe

6 Years Ago

Hi Pete, hope all is well.... thank you for your comments..... doing my little part to bring awarene.. read more

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