Don’t you remember when you could go out to dinner and be seen?
Don’t you remember when you weren’t talking to a screen?
Neither do I
I look around to see people’s faces
Just to find them looking down
Those screens are consuming
Our connections are weakening
And no, I’m not talking Wireless, Broadband, or DSL
I’m talking about our families, friends, and even nature
Sure, technology is helpful in many ways
But have you realized how much we are on it every day?
An hour or 3, maybe even 4
Our thumbs constantly moving
Eyes constantly scrolling
Fingers constantly liking
Take a minute to go see a sunset
And not just in a photo
Take a minute to really enjoy it
Is there a feeling of relaxation
Don’t you like not looking through a screen?
Let’s lift up our heads once in a while
Talk to family and friends
Because we never really know when they’ll be gone.
This wasn’t meant to scrutinize others
But to give them some time to think
Because as we all know,
Our Connections are weakening

All this time I thought I had become shallow
That I lacked substance
Worth
A life worth living
But now I realize how shallow you are
Shallower than the pool of tears
I cry for you
Get out of your ******* bubble
Put down your phone
And start talking to me
I'm going through depression and all you can do is demean it
Why don't you just look up
And catch my tears
And show you understand
We are an amazing couple but I can't fight the screen for your eyes
Or be stuck inside your room
Any longer
I've lost myself trying to fit your routine
When you can't show a little compassion or eye contact
You are my world now
I'd love it if I could get to know it better
And that maybe you'd show an interest in what you don't know
About me
Shallow lover
Look beyond my smile and my quiet voice
There's a lot lurking deep below
It's an everlasting well
I have the richest waters
If only you would close Facebook
And dive in

New Technology
seldom the panacea
its users had wished

Crowded, foggy, checkerboarded screens- all showing the death of the individual and the eyes of the new-born kids who follow more people than last time, more crowded desires and confusion are shared, an exchanged glance and a quick darting of the eyes in another direction, the made-up face you have come to hate, the small explosion of tears you wish you could have, the little number of years you have lived, the large portion of time you spend wishing you were asleep and not awake. It won't be long until your heart murmurs for the last time And you'll forget what was dreamt And what was felt And you will move along And take a journey of your own And feel similar spectrums of apathy And sadness And love And un-comfort And warm insides And regret And lust And yearning And longing And wanting. You will never find yourself but you will find companions and maybe even a place to call home. At least a place that is yours, with doors, floors, walls and tables.

What happened to us?
When did a real face to face conversation
Turn into a text message
When a phone call is considered showing up for a friend
Instead of driving the few minutes to see them
No one wants to settle down now
Everyone just wants the next best thing
A new love interest instantly at our fingertips
How could we resist?
So we let ourselves become consumed in it
The false sense of community
While never really feeling any real connections
Always obsessed with how we’re seen on a website
Disregarding those in front of us
Self gratification is at an all time high
We fuel it by the millions everyday
For those of you like me
You might feel this disconnect
Maybe you try to change it
But friends don’t understand
That guy you liked already moved on
Not like he really knew you anyways
Always stuck to a screen
You are one of the rare and few
The ones that stand for something real
Someday I hope to see a world where we are freed
But until then...
Just text me.

AI, Moon Walk X"lll"X 15=10 and 5*


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Moments notice, temporal  sign posts,
shifted meanings and twigs of broken memories all standing stark,
as white lights of embers glow, slow to realize the masses continue to wonder.
Eyes blazing in the giggling realizations uncanny calling out,
of the in between, as many of us glean and glimpse.

Have you oh wondering soul heard? have you oh simple soul seen?
If so what is it you have grasped of this altered edge of oblivion? fair the a well spring of signs to set your heart and mind free?
Or only to cast your gullet into eternal slavery, under the cutting reality of a cemented view?
Flowing edge of the swells this temporal cascading do cause the light do play in the reflections truth of stability abound in focus and vibratory standards , counted and measured only in the minds eye and the hearts manifestations of excepted adherence to a collective?
Or have you , or I , us sad and amazingly fickle souls found the true sound of sound doctrine?
One of truth , love and understanding? For seems this dear hearted friend, is far from the end, though not the beginning unless the glimpse of it has been felt and rendered assured in your own heart, least we get ****** again from the very, very distant pasts start.
So, it is asked yet again, where do we stand in this torrent and gelatinous time of man? Or shall we start all over again and wonder how tech can strip and manipulate the core and essence of a man and his absolute grasp of what is changeable in our entire past?
Or is it merely and simply just that we are all on the very edge of our dreams in this construct of a thing?