Lost in the digital world again,
Blinded by cute smiles and curves.
I'm drawn in by the tractor beam,
No amount of self-control will stop it,
Unless you journey to the outdoor world
And see the physical creation of the Universal Creator.
Move your feet and see the beauty.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Poem for 10/10/12
I have no concentration on the things that matter.
I can't even read David Kirby poems without the technological distraction or impatience.
I've allowed the impatience to move into my mind, to loose my perspective and cause slow downfall.
I could blame it on ADD or just ignore it,
As I so often do.
But then it'll just come up and bite me on the ass when I least expect it.
Nothing will get done then,
Productivity down to zero,
And I will be the cause of worry to my family.
But there are moments I play a vinyl album to calm down my constant pase-ing,
And just listen to the pure unaltered songs of the Dead,
"There is a road, some lonesome highway...that is for my steps alone".
Why always alone? Why can't I walk with someone I adore or admire?
My paths never seem to go anywhere.
Perhaps that's the reason why I go alone,
Seems much more stoic.
I can't even read David Kirby poems without the technological distraction or impatience.
I've allowed the impatience to move into my mind, to loose my perspective and cause slow downfall.
I could blame it on ADD or just ignore it,
As I so often do.
But then it'll just come up and bite me on the ass when I least expect it.
Nothing will get done then,
Productivity down to zero,
And I will be the cause of worry to my family.
But there are moments I play a vinyl album to calm down my constant pase-ing,
And just listen to the pure unaltered songs of the Dead,
"There is a road, some lonesome highway...that is for my steps alone".
Why always alone? Why can't I walk with someone I adore or admire?
My paths never seem to go anywhere.
Perhaps that's the reason why I go alone,
Seems much more stoic.
A Possible Rebellion
I'm trapped between the digital and the analogue world.
Stuck between them, more like it.
At times I fight the progression of technology by ignoring new fads, phones, and pads.
I fight the desire of making things easier, because sometimes
I like the old fashioned way--let nostalgia take over.
Each morning at the dawn (plus or minus),
The LED screens call out to me, to entrance me, and enslave me.
I fall into their grasp and die a small amount each day.
The worst are the days I don't swing the pendulum to the analogue side:
The side with printed text on paper cut from trees or making a meal over a fire stove.
The wise man said to me, "If you stare at a problem for long enough and you can figure it out"
(One should be able to anyway, not sure about the ones born after me).
Those days of staying on the bottom half, where I just lay in bed half the day
And eat as the farm pigs do: anything in my way.
Most of the time I must force myself to the hardworking side.
A voice tells me to force it until it becomes second nature,
Until it becomes the natural physical response to the digital world,
A possible rebellion.
Stuck between them, more like it.
At times I fight the progression of technology by ignoring new fads, phones, and pads.
I fight the desire of making things easier, because sometimes
I like the old fashioned way--let nostalgia take over.
Each morning at the dawn (plus or minus),
The LED screens call out to me, to entrance me, and enslave me.
I fall into their grasp and die a small amount each day.
The worst are the days I don't swing the pendulum to the analogue side:
The side with printed text on paper cut from trees or making a meal over a fire stove.
The wise man said to me, "If you stare at a problem for long enough and you can figure it out"
(One should be able to anyway, not sure about the ones born after me).
Those days of staying on the bottom half, where I just lay in bed half the day
And eat as the farm pigs do: anything in my way.
Most of the time I must force myself to the hardworking side.
A voice tells me to force it until it becomes second nature,
Until it becomes the natural physical response to the digital world,
A possible rebellion.
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