Wake

The death of ideas and knowledge is upon us.  I belong to a society that has molded mindless living for the dollar wastes of existence

Why think and create when your thoughts and perceptions are processed packaged and delivered to your own 18 by 20’ plasma screen of senselessness

Consciousness remaining beneath the surface suffocating in the dead airwaves of our decaying generation

The layers of reality are fluid, faint masked by images-swift sequences of relentless redundant-savage and continuous- truth is dissipating

How long will we allow our souls to lay dormant

 

Reviews

[William B. Burkholder]

Nomi, a strong oped in poetic form regrading Man's malady, a talented flair to this piece, there was passion placed here and a belief in more than just the mundane. Bravo

[Treasaigh (The Solitar..]

Marvelous concept. Great flow..very profound words. Excellent write..very well written=)