05182014

It's not German Bologna

Upon the screens our hopes and dreams are given to us;

     what we want and fear,

          what limits we hold dear. 

There are amongst us,

     a type of person without limits,

          who knows just beyond the eyes,

               a world we create of becoming from half-lies. 

Strangely, the skies above us reign down objectivity,

     though our minds tend to carry inter-subjectivity.

The meld is culture and the surprise,

     that just beneath our wandering eyes,

          the reflections of ideological demise

               carries Time and destruction eulogized.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Lovely .. very impressive write. This poem`s .. Umm .. yeah, coming right through the heart of modern age folks .. i`m really surprised to read this write, if you do upload your more stuffs then of course, i`d love to read `em all .. but for now...can I ask ..why you chose this numerical title .. I meant, is there any deep meaning behind it??

[persuacussion]

I wrote the words first then used today's date as the title. It's automatic writing, little thought other than observing the "now" experience. Of course, loaded with much of my subconscious.

[Stephen]

Lol .. you make ms chuckle, Pal ... well, yeah, it`s a great title indeed but from my point of views (just a suggestion) the title could be either "Upon the screens or Time eulogized" .. these are pretty impressive and attract readers much attention..anyway, whatever you chose is much appreciative. I really loved the concept of this piece and howsoever, the words you use to paste with the poem are very beautiful. Keep writing!

[Stephen]

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