Everyday, in fact every moment , so much of nonsense is being gulped down . News, views , reviews ; just like a handful of salted cashew-nuts , are being munched indiscriminately .
Our thought process has stopped thinking for ourselves , as it has become by and large a big-shopper, so tightly knit, air-tight . Nothing flows out of the marsh-mind, and I wonder at times, 'has the word evacuation died ? ' , 'Is there no other adjective alive, other than the one called 'cached' ? '
My ruminating conscience tends to regain the strength of its baritone in these moments ; A rumbling cliche reverberates - 'When act of forgetting can't save, perhaps an act of unlearning may !'
Our thought process has stopped thinking for ourselves ,
as it has become by and large a big-shopper,
so tightly knit,
air-tight .
Your words are yet a mystery....I read this three times over, and each time I read it, I walk away with a different meaning. Complex, almost too complex to read late at night with a tired moooshy mind. lol Great poem.
Muse
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
thanks a lot dear :) :) you are always so kind :) much love back at you :)
They have bred and programmed us to fall into dysfunctional gridlock..void of linear logic..we have a double mind and consume their suspended disbelief with vigor.
Enjoyed this my friend.
Scott