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 Feb 2019 Sonia Ettyang
Iska
We are all so clever,
With our posts and our lies,
And honest comments deleted
To wither and die.
Filters for beauty free of flaws
So we may withstand societies claws.
So we upload
pictures, stories and posts.
I wounder what is it
we long for the most?
To be accepted?
To be seen?
To cause envy?
Or Jealousy?
What is the point?
The whole worlds plugged in,
And we all have hundreds of thousands of “friends”.
yet who is it that
truly cares for us in the end?
Face to face?
What a disgrace!
Letters to send?
This must come to an end!
Written word?
Thats simply absurd!
Memories made?
They still do that these days?!
Now this is a crazy idea..
Just a thought..
But,
What if we all....
Just unplugged?
Not once or twice
And call it a night,
But more like a day?
To spend as you may?
To feel the sun?
To laugh with friends?
And make beautiful memories
to carry with you til the end?
Enjoy the moment of pure bliss,
Without
filters, comments or harsh judgements.
To be yourself
and embrace your life,
Then when your done
You can replug.
And check on all your comments and likes.
And see which was the thing you remember at night.
I get it.
I do it too
But sometimes you need to stop
And just be you.
you are walking in a stream of absolute strangers
woolgathering in cerebral catacombs with faraway eyes
as your shadow strides behind you
as you face the sun with a blank face…
Time dawdles instantaneously.
every moment compressed into a -
slow expanse of happenings
all around you at the center of nothing
as you stroll
cutting through the park
of your epiphanies.
a colorful river of words
flows out of the cave
towards an ocean
under azure sky

will it diffuse
in the blue
waves of the sea

or

stake out
in distinctive colors
a current of meaning
Inspired by a computer graphic by Maria Luisa Grimani on password.or.at/showpic.php?pid=281
The night,
Peaceful and calm,
A music in itself,
Moon aglow
Stars flicker.
Alas!
That’s the
Time to escape
And cerebrate.
This world is broken.
Hypocrisy everywhere.
But it always was.
At the center
of my being
I am
a soul
wrapped in precious time
I am
grateful
to know
the gift of life
is spirit
that matters
in the dust of stars
We are
in the middle
of a miracle
that never stops
giving
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