The Singular Connection of Failing to Connect

The singular connection of failing to connect

Two bodies passing on a crowded street

Like-minded souls without synchronization

A world filled with eaches instead of pairs

Eyes glued on flashing mechanical devices

Consuming and corrupting their mating cycles

Diverting attentions to electronic imagery

Instead of the flutter of an eyelid or curl of hair

And yet always self-questioning

Their internal identities fraught with inadequacy

Suffering in a self-imposed state of aloneness

Only a companion on a flashing screen

Surrendered their gifts of creativity

Accepting the machinations of singularity

Imagining something sinister and plotting

While the circular reference cycles endlessly

Deeper into the deepest depths of deep

When everything isn’t as it might seem

Unless you see the secrets hidden in the binary

One human and many machines

Separating us, dividing us, getting in between

Emotionless toying with our fragile senses

Electronic control, coercions, and conquest

Falling off the edge of the knife into the abyss

Where no hellish flames or fires exist

Instead a land of on-demand across the land

Channels change but they never understand

The remote won’t end the stream of data

When they shut it off, it’s only saved for later

Banishing thoughts of people’s interactions

Dating, gathering, or human attraction

Battling for the mind but not the heart

For love doesn’t compute, it just comes apart

At least that’s what the digital screen might say

Shuffles them along, aging day by day

The best years spent typing and texting

Adult movies, robotic lovers, and sexting

Instant gratification without any real relation

Trading what might be tough, for “not enough”

The device might be nice, but at what price?

Would you trade it for a chance at paradise?

Open your eyes and pocket that phone

Look for hips, and chests, and high cheekbones

And smiles that blossom when their paid attention

Pictures taken with the eyes are forever

Especially those snapped with a lover

Failing to connect…

No website or internet café, or any cool phone

Can ever replace a family and home…

 

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

3 thoughts on “The Singular Connection of Failing to Connect

  • September 26, 2017 at 7:49 PM
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    It is disturbing to see so many people always texting and not paying attention to their surroundings. You are right, Ralph, nothing can replace family and home. Connecting one’s self to a device is just not the same as connecting to friends in person and enjoying life, laughter, and love. Great work.

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  • September 27, 2017 at 12:42 AM
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    So true of the technologically lost. I fear we go too far in the comforts of technology, and losing what is most important. Surely family and home life is more important than cyber-connections. A crazy world we live in. Nice one Ralph.

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  • September 27, 2017 at 12:03 PM
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    How very true Ralph. It’s so sad to watch and its my generation at younger that are buried in their phones. I’ve witnessed countless times when someone is texting with the head buried so deep they run into things. It’s hilarious and truly sad. Also bad when people sit at a dinner table and instead of telling someone how you feel, they text it. Or to avoid a social issue they text instead of confronting. Sad when the phone takes priority over family.

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