a boy and girl both walking
almost collide -
texting each other
Whenever I become bored
I become a media horde
I've got a terabyte equipped
To store the music I ripped
I've got Aerosmith and Jetta Ray
Frank Sinatra and Cold Play
I've got rock, rap, country and blues
I can play anything I choose
You name it, I have it stored
Because I became a media horde
Every Facebook status I post,
All the special news friends boast,
I save it in a word processor file
It's sick, I admit it, I'm not in denial
The pictures of your kids or dogs,
Even the one of the polka dot frogs
If it's funny, cute or sexy too
I copy and paste it for later view
Anything random I have stored
Because I became a media horde
I backed up every movie I buy
My stacks of DVD's reach the sky
I got the same show on vhs and dvd
even backed up in avi and mp3
i feel like an entertainment lord
when i became a media horde
every ebook offered free of chard
no file is too big, no story too large
maybe i'll read them all one day
i will not let any of them get away
Magazines fill my inbox with digital copy
When they come in the mail I'm not sloppy
Every issue I sort out by descriptions
I have at least a hundred subscriptions
Maybe I'll read them if I get bored
For now I'm just a media horde
-Dharga Nagar Safa
To the brain but not breast by,
Taking care,air is where and where,
All the 7B,
Walking along the Global village,
24H like a clock,
But Google mother!
O'er tempest,soars the
eagle with wings
stretching towards the
Up the sky,a figure
with outstretched wings
battling the turbulent
wind and frowning sun.
Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
Mistaken for an eagle
in the sky-never an eagle.
Utter's sound as the
eagle-never an eagle.
under a stormy wind.
For paid price-loss of
The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
Frog-men under sea
and frogs in the waters
can bear witness.
I’m trapped with a screen full of many colors and diversity
For many years now we are fighting a new battle verses technology
A trust which spans a continent
And we're falling in love on the internet.
Reading inspiring words with which I can relate
Sending a message by email it will never be late
And to find the right way, you took out a huge map.
Now gps signals direct you in a snap.
So set aside your laptop and modem,
Our problems definitely the computer or technology can’t solve them
In the air there is a consciousness of a doomsday predictions
I look at the future and I have to say goodbye to the imagination
I break away ascending to new heights
You have to admit new technology gives us all such a delight
We are consumed by false knowledge of societies,
That is why we are so dependent on this new era of technology
Ahead of me lies a time of science and unyielding compliance.
Mankind is constantly finding new kinds of appliances
So the PCs, laptops and smart phones where under the dominion
Computers now became our new religion
For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature
cannot be fooled.
I'm unplugged for now, im free.
This virtual situation can be poisoning, truly.
I try not to let it capture me
Its imagery, can be so damn pretty.
So if sometimes you dont see me
Know that its just temporary.
I've unplugged every inch of me
From the cell phone, net to HDTV
I do not want to get stuck in, a trance treaty
With the entertainment, industry.
These subliminal messages are attacking me
I just needed, a little time to breathe.
To break this systematic energy,
Bring me back to reality & focus on whats
Really important to me.
All that glitters is enticing, indeed.
But its perceived, to make one happy.
A devised plan, through the enemy.
These companys do not love you or me
Its just a perception, of what they want
You to believe.
Electronic warfare control, is there gain
Hold on to whats tangible, in truth.
Life is to fragile. Our mind is our armour,
If only we , choose to use.
So today I can say, im not mechanically free
But im thankful, I took some time out
TO UNPLUG ME....
The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’
love technology?\Good, it brings together\People worlds apart
I opened my eyes,under.
A bleak atmosphere-
deserted I beheld.
Sinuous channels flowing.
As I walked on vast layer
Beyond the horizon,the
World lay bare.
With my heart in my
Hand,I passed thru
Argyle And Hellas,amid
eerie Sounds echoing as
Coloured dust particles
Created shifting light
And dark patterns.
How came I into this
Three thousand miles,
Across is chasm;beneath
Lay the throne of Hades
Drawing near,I jolted
As I heard a voice.
In the ship, this voice
Echoed in my ears-
"Welcome to earth!"
As the day goes.
Though some homes uses the broom.
But mine uses vacuum.
Gone are days of town criers,
Awhile ago, people share flyers.
Now fast and swift.
Can information cross barriers.
Talking of a machine mould,
Compared to a manual mould.
What you do for several days,
Can be done within a day.
Who on earth can lift a car?
Even those on drug, can only try.
For technology as heard your cry.
The jack lifts all, with a care.
Has technology brought.
For a room could be so hot,
But technology turns it into a freezing hall.
In medical world,
You are like ‘sagging’ of the fashion world.
For gone are days.
When people die of pains.
For days gone by, are for piggy banks.
But right now, we go for online banks.
For they are more safe,
But yet to be free from crime.
Full of advantages.
But not without disadvantages.
With this truism.
Technology is not left going.
As whole shoyinka rightly said,
In his creative death in the dawn.
‘’That there are wrathful wings.
Of man progression’’.
Requesting a slap from ones clerk.
For him, it’s a corn.
In a lions den.
But for robots, a fish in a dogs front.
Replacing snail-bat things,
With the tortoise-horse things.
So great indeed!
Have you helped.