Dull and Void

Everyone, Everyday,
captured in the Media Gaze.
Every sound byte, Every image,
recorded and ready to be replayed.

Every click, Every comment
filed away in little black boxes.
Every phrase, Every snap,
twisted and transformed into a legal trap.

Everyone, Everyday,
trying to stay out of the flaming fray,
Every like, Every favourite.
a chimera growing by the minute.

Every story, Every tale,
bent and twisted a hundred ways.
Every thought, Every buy,
traversing a million miles.

Everyone, Everyday,
trying to find a place to aim.
Every second, Every hour,
shoulders chipped, easier to look over.

Writes of Life

We are what we read,
what we heed,
what we believe,
what we breed,
what we seed,
what we reap,
what we feed,
what we need.

Note

Heh. The previous one may as well be titled "The Night Before Poetry Class". I know enough people who feel this way about poetry, and trying to convey its contemporary relevance is one of the reasons I started this blog.

Also: New Poems will be published once a week, maybe twice. Stay tuned.

Poem about Poems about Poems

It seems self-defeating,
To write a poem about a poem.
When, confessing to lack of topic
One tries to turn art into irony
And produces, somewhat miserably
a senseless soup of linguistic idiocy
with a measure of metaphors thrown in
for the sake of self-esteem.
As if to say, I tried
But my rather inadequate mind
failed in its attempts to find
a topic worthy my words and time.
Never mind that I cannot rhyme
any better than a kindergartner,
Something needs to be written
to write is all that matters.
As to artistic merit, well
that is of no concern
at this rather late and very delayed juncture.

Flux

We live in a time,

When the lines are thin.

Boundaries and borders,

Sensations and skin.

The defining edges,

Are blurring into non-existance

There is a loss of layered reality,

with each echo of each experience.

Each reality is separated,

We move on alternate planes,

Our lives intertwined threads

Weaving through the Internet, Earth and space.

The landscape is changing,

Shifting with the sands of time,

As countries and courtships,

Bend and break archaic lines.

The world is morphing,

Flat maps are obsolete,

Four dimensions with manipulations,

Increased possibilities. And cruelties.