Hello, Mr Zebra

A Poem by Davidgeo

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a frigid warm glow

of a television

a so called harmless vision

a generic image

in perverted contrast

our great lapse in good taste

in any language

we TV mesmerized

and blessed

we broadband phantoms

globetrotting

at home familiarizing

memorizing mythical statistic

as fact

there is a media that watches me

and all my perverted reflections

(mr cow for click bait)

rendering exotic milk

from common hoof

and teat

you do it too

we are not free horses

we are zebras

in a zoo

as the patron

as the animal

we have it all

and nothing

without another

it's just a frigid warm glow

© 2016 Davidgeo

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KWP

it is true we are not free horses, wild brumbies running across the prairies, some though are more awake than others, some have a way of drifting through life unaffected and also unaware - and funnily enough it suits them just fine ...

sure none of us are truly free, but when it comes down to the nuts and bolts of all of it, it is us, as individuals that keep ourselves locked, for we are conditioned, we remain conditioned, we do not allow ourselves freedom of choice, always being swayed by something or other ... it is only those strong enough to surpass the banalities and trivialities of all things flesh, blood, material, those who can rise above emotion, those that can stand back, see the very big picture then tilt their heads back and laugh, yes it is only those who will ever be able to disentangle and float free ...

it's all a flickering light show, travelling at a speed of three hundred thousand kilometres per second, we see what we choose to see in this reality, it may be time to change the lights.

A good strong write you have here, fingers pointing, but at who? I like that.