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…
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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.
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.
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.