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The Pattern

Dust beneath the windowsill,
Falling to the ground.
So it seems it always is,
When no one can be found.

But when time is lost and memories are shot,
A room is still a room.
For everything that happened there,
No remnants remain to loom.

The meaning we assign to things,
Is a silly, trivial thought,
For the things that truly belong to us,
Surely can’t be bought.

Funny, though laugh I don’t,
Is the importance it seems to gain.
We are what we own in life, the masses scream aloud,
It all belongs to each one of us, no matter how mundane!

Love lost, meaning shot, everyone has long forgot,
The obvious incongruity of want versus need.
For it’s been years upon decades upon centuries,
Since reason has given up and fleed.

Expectations, responsibility, money, and deadlines,
All man-made problems only suffered by man.
Though that irony seems to evade everyone,
Naive to the master plan.

So take every bit of that conformity, unity, normalcy, sanity,
And burn it to the ground.
We can only be ready to grow,
When we have truly found,
A way to break the pattern.

Zimbabwe

Our screens grow bigger and our apartments grow smaller,
Our lives grow longer and our attention grows shorter,
Our ability to live deepens as our interests grow shallow.

We have at our fingertips the ability to experience everything,
We could watch the sun flare from just miles away,
We could witness the birth of an ecosystem fathoms beneath the sea,
We could read words of scholars and philosophers hundreds of years old,
All from our screens.

But do we take advantage?
Seldom few do.

We complain about the rising college rate,
About the number of dropouts,
The uneducated,
The failures,
The losers.

But education doesn’t come from a school,
It doesn’t come from a book,
It doesn’t come from a teacher,
Or homework,
Or rote work,
Or endless repetition.

It comes from experience.
It comes from taking part in the living reality,
Taking in the knowledge around us,
The information flowing through us.

It comes from a connection to that information.
It comes from intrigue, inspiration, curiosity,
And insatiability.

The information is there on our enormous screens,
But we must seek it out so it can find us.

Don’t judge people based on the quantity of their degrees,
Or the standing of their university.
Judge them by their thirst for knowledge,
Their inquisitivity,
That wondrous glow in their eyes,
That would surely die if you said they were,
Unqualified.

Tests, resumes, essays,
They’re all just words on paper.
Give this human being a task to do,
And just sit back and watch.
They’ll reveal how driven they are,
Without you even asking.

Drive is a beautiful thing that moves us forward.
But it can’t be squashed because of standards and money,
And shitty bureaucracy.

Let them have their bigger screens,
So long as they expand themselves,
Enlargen the world,
And improve those around them.

Sure, they should get out every once and a while,
But it’s quicker to Google Zimbabwe than to fly there.

Novocaine

Take a look at the news today and what do you see?

Which celebrity had a newborn child,
Which YouTube video has gone completely viral,
Which three things will clear your skin,
And move time back again.

Which seven things to do to,
Improve your job
Improve your life,
Repair your marriage,
Repair your mind.

What’s the best, the worst, the must-haves,
What will make my life complete?
How do I get liked, or noticed, or famous?
How do I make a shit ton of money faster,
So I can sit on my ass and watch life fly by?

When’s the royal wedding, the next episode of The Voice,
Who’s the supposed top contender, even though it’s the editor’s choice?
Which foods must I try before I die?
Which twelve surprising facts must I know about that actor, that movie, that TV show, that book?

Whatever happened to the news?
When did opinion become fact?
When did gossip become sovereign?
Where did it all go wrong?

Why must I dig to beneath the sugar coating,
To find the news that’s really worth reading?
At what point as people,
Could we not read the hard truth?
When did we stop needing to know about unrest in Africa?
Or immoral laws passed in disguise?

Sensationalism pulls the woolen fluff of puff pieces,
Over our eyes and down to our feet,
comforting us in their warmth,
Coaxing us to never leave.

It makes you wonder on what they could report,
If they’d kept the fluff in check.
But would the mind-numbed public revolt,
If Kim Kardashian had a child and they didn’t know?
It’s a risk we all should take.
For our own sake and the sake of mankind.

For if this continues,
We will find ourselves in a dystopian world,
Where information is controlled and displayed,
Selling a happy world With a partisan slant.

What are they hiding?
What don’t we know?

But what we don’t know won’t hurt us, right?
I will never believe that.
For without public awareness,
We are blind and deaf standing on a railroad track,
We know not when the bullet train comes,
Though we are in its cross-hairs,
And it will not miss.

“Novocaine”
By Jacko Velt