Day-dreams and Night-dreams Work as well as wet-dreams. We need be alert, Be awakened from our sleep-walking passivity. Arise. Pick-up ourselves, And be woke with humanity; Rub away the sleep in our eyes.
The world is at a precipice of change, one way or the other. Let's go the "one way," not the other.
Often poets communicate via internet voice recordings sharing dancing lovers videos as pen pals may venture to do; no it doesn't mean we do not exist people aren't virtual cartoons! We have feelings emotions we love the mind makes it all real.
We are real people in different countries interchanging loyalties we are perhaps more real then couples living together yet disconnected in many ways, and not in love either but rather utterly bored. ~~ So don't be cruel saying I am virtual and you've met the love of your life already and want no one else, but your Zaheera for all eternity because she's omnipresent real.!
Trying to make her jealous with me a real poetess!? think again! Zaheera and me can smell your rat.
She is more a fantasy for years if she even exists Why the virtual competitiveness and AnK isn't real? We are breathing eating sleeping loving trusting sharing yet not real!? In your book of tricks ? Hu?
How shall we search for real connections hu? have you noticed though the whole planet has gone virtual. it's become a ritual,! All people are real living brings not virtual their lap tops cell phones c are the virtual conduits, though so what !? ~~~~~~~~ By Mr and Mrs Andrews inspired by Karijinbba.7/21
presence trust is life but so is penpalship honored with trust respect and consideration for people's hearts We all deserve to live life liberty in pursuit of happiness.
Why do we worship superheroes so much? It's reasonable to hope someone cares about us. Is it because all the good men have gone? They were gentle and strong When they spoke, we felt hope. Their truth could move millions, Ignite a moment of brilliance. Unite every color and creed and ignorance That history itself couldn't bury resilience
But the moment is lost, A match struck in a wave, a nation of hate, and the youth in a daze, And all I can think is we made it this way We stopped exposing our kids to the truth of the matter and so they got lost in a culture that says they don't matter.
When a fight for a vote became a fight for a like, We can't act surprised when kids fight for a fight Entire religions preach having a purpose And still replaced values with things that are worthless. A society so numb to the progress they've won Find a perverse pleasure to see it undone.
When a company is allowed to sell plots of land on the moon, When a leader of freedom commits treason against truth, Is a sure sign that we the people, have given up, too. The allowance of absurdity into our lives Little by little, it rots from inside Until we cannot admit that we have allowed this. Now the roaring crescendo of human triumph is silent. Is it better to admit that we're dying contrived? Or is it easier to shut up and eat their lies?