He touched our hands
But unconcernedly this famous man
And would not look us in the eye
For fear of contact or what might be worse, connection
And we could hardly blame him, for after all
He had each day been singled out for close inspection
By ones like us, in awe of his celebrity
Circled in the shade of his perfection
Hoping for the star-dust sprinkle of acuity
Or sparkling eyes, admission to his inner cult and clan

He wore blue jeans
And scuffed sneakers as a badge of proof
Of his coolness and unconcern
While we his audience with concealed attention
Enviously eyed his hairy confidence, unconsciously
Imitating in each phrase that low convention
Made small adjustments to our store-bought suits and ties
And nodded several times in bright pretension
Made small amendments to our smiles and lies
Flicked photo-phones in pursuit of custom and routine

He gave a speech
A flippant interview, this famous creature
A well tossed phrase, a rounded cliche
Poured forth like brandy in a glass, convivial
Or apple cider-ed vinegar in pewter mugs
A sardonically French-accented phrase habitual
Well humored, heavy lidded with testosterone
At interlocutor women with the pens and pads
Delivered in a low and purring monotone
For all the world as lovers, each to each

He stretched a smile
A modulated shift of teeth and beard
"Genius? Not I"  with deprecation
"My shallow intellect, so poor and so ephemeral"
Delivered in a tone that mocked inclusion
While we assumed an elegance, unintentional
A nonchalance that shields the wide charades
Unmoving in our breathless, but conventional
Genuflection to the the notion that pervades                                                      
Our addictive appetite now sated. For a while.                              
                                                             ­                                     
He kissed their cheeks
And stroked their arms, with sensuous ambivalence
But absently, as if he cared so little
In his farewell. 'A bientot' he said and 'Au revoir'
And slipped away amongst the moving Milan crowds
Creative and creator, irredeemably a star
With, in his wake the smiling scriveners staring
At his retreating back in stark excitement
In the middle of the circling and squaring, at
The alpha-wolfic effigy. The Shepherd and his sheep.

We all need that social inclusion
The man at the top
The outcast in confusion
Bruised and abused and begging for some form of input.

The social media is shut
For a few.
So we have to go out and walk while we relearn how to talk
And to interact.
Backed into a corner we have no other way
But to get out there
And make somebody's day
Whadaya say?
Are you in for the long haul
Or are you going to bail?
Back to the laptop where friendships don't fail
They're just discontinued.

I allude to myself
When I talk of friends off the shelf
A Twitter,a Facebook commodity
An Oddity.

We need the contagion of spoken word orations to retain some form of relations
Or we might as well just grunt and give life a groan.
Moan if you like which you can in the zoo (Facebook to you)
But we have to converse
Yes,I know it's perverse
But what else can we do?

The risk management of the marketplace
Is the social control of numbers and the objects that occupy
The private spaces facilitated for public access

The sense of inclusion is dead
Participatory democracy is paltry
But ignorance of the populace is well fed

We got McDonald's and dialysis clinics parallel
For the quickest draw in the West
While consumers are left for dead in the street

Drive through visits are killing more than drive-by grimace
The people are sick, starving from intellectual richness
In the food deserts of the inner city reflecting complexion

We got people in the dark, people in the cupboard, people on medication
And people who are discovered
People who are lost in life and the people that remember

The people who are forgotten but shallow graves expose their coffins
From Katrina, in Chicago and The World Trade Center
Afghanistan to Kuwait
Baghdad to L.A

We got tobacco and T.V. for our cellphones to film our favourite shows
On YouTube and the cables that connect satellites to servers
Owned by Facebook

Mapping out perception based on likes and qualitative commentary
The private life made public and owned by a company
Storage is expensive therefore Twitter is a luxury

Mapping of every movement, every perception ever noted, every experience endured
And lengthy inventory of contacts who are inferential and valuable
For private research into what sells or not

But they have summoned up a thunder cloud of information that wont decay
A perfect playground for your dreams
In the kilobytes through bandwidth that drips with data rich anthropological significance and grueling profits

Every word denotes a currency
Every nuance human
Every comment a controversy
And discussion for future
Anthropology
Executives at Disney and so forth
A reflection of your identity
Immutable pristine
In many places and in one
In the slipstream of technocratic ownership
and reified slavery
We are slaves
Watched and disciplined
By the mouse police who never sleep
and the experiential detention
In mindless decay of
Consumeristic philanthropy
Santa will make all better
With a gift to humanity
But the greatest gift of all
Is to consider material reality small
Insignificant and minor
A divine kind of flaw
Because the world of universals waits for us all

The paper trails that lead right to the rain forest are burned by our obsession to be more intelligent

Burning through books that poison through the finger tips and the mind it rots from ego

In the radiation of a computer hums the mother of invention

Further from our inception but reminiscent

Of the strange vibrations

And single cells

That evolved into a nation, a species and civilization

A giant to the termites
Under the sun

Nothing to the planets and no one and nothing in planetary domain
Immediate solar system conflicts with nothing but the desire to assuage the ego
Twitter, Facebook and T.V. become the anxiolytics of the age

Anti-deppressed, full of meaning and significance to broadcast my adumbration of the universe
To you

But those mediums are pretentious and artificial
While arteries clog, neurons die and time is dwindled
To the final grain of sand
The final cut

Is to sever all the pain
The attachment to self
Turn on tune in and drop out
Relax and float downstream
This is not dying
Only living forever
In the rusting servers in a burned out city somewhere

Before the lights go out
Don't forget to love
and let love shine through

There will be no darkness only light
It was all a game of malicious intent
A trivialization of momentary experience
Rotting in some book in the ditch
Or on some hard drive defunct

Worthless until now
That the light has shone through

in the past
lies pain
and in our pain
lies the ruin
that is longing

we take our moments
of clarity and replace them
with syllables to describe
what cries inside us

plights of solitude
tail us in our
desperation for inclusion
collide with memories
dragging our eyes
to the backs of our heads
inducing dreams
and dread
and emptiness
unparalleled

used, especially before a noun, with a specifying or particularizing effect, as opposed to the indefinite or generalizing force of the indefinite article a  or an  

the star that is the central body of the solar system, around which the planets revolve and from which they receive light and heat

1st and 3rd person singular pt. indicative of be.

used to indicate inclusion within space, a place, or limits


a form of the possessive case of I used as an attributive adjective

the organ of sight, in vertebrates typically one of a pair of spherical bodies contained in an orbit of the skull and in humans appearing externally as a dense, white, curved membrane, or sclera, surrounding a circular, colored portion, or iris, that is covered by a clear, curved membrane, or cornea, and in the center of which is an opening, or pupil, through which light passes to the retina

Being so heavenly minded
and of no earthly good
is a dichotomy of attitude to avoid,
as one must and should.

Solutions to Life's problems
become evident with clear thinking,
when grounded on divine principles
for the purpose of practical living.

The Standard has been defined
for all Kingdom residents -
Walk in abundance, be a blessing to others
as shown by Christ's precedent.

By making a positive impact
and demonstrating God's Love,
we're enabled to reach all people
for their inclusion into Heaven above.



Author Note:

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/

Out here on the fringe of reality,
Where there is no comfort of inclusion.

I hear a whisper on a spirits curve

In vast isolation's of exaggerated stresses

Become touched with fire

My mind adrift with a beautiful squandering

Of inclusion which acquires an uncanny capacity

To breed, to reproduce to have floatations

Such flotillas of words that sail across my horizon

An armada of silent sound for such as is their rebirth

These whispered words that dot my waves

And leave my lashes blinking at their boldness

For they are the words, they are, they are the words