Best Too Much Information Poems
In search of the human mind
Different thoughts crossed my mind,
a few conclusions I could not find
The human mind has no stop!
Receiving input, danger, before I blow my top
Sometimes the light clicks
I think I figured out the problem
It's at the tip of my mind ;-)
Sorry, my brain cells did it again,
Ran out of THINK!
When it comes to love, I'm brain dead!
This is me talking to my brain,
"Are you just being lazy, you fell too quick?"
A game in a maze inside my head!
Give me some help, or what use are you
Open the way only you can unlock the door.
Unfold my future, stop hiding the key
How about it mind?
Do you want me to put you back on pills?
Stand back brain, while I explain your job.
The Human mind is not easy to read like a book
However, some are cruel limiting judgment, with one look
The mind plays tricks when too much information is perceived
The mind is related to the heart, sending signals the wrong way
The mind works when the body's asleep
(I call it a dream, I hope you don't mind I put it there!)
The mind creates beauty, wonders of the world
The mind is a soft whisper, a secret, my conscious ---I Swear
The mind is devious, tricky can outsmart like a fox
The mind is a beautiful thing to waste in a box
The mind can journey, without leaving its nest
The mind is knowledge, many fail to explore
The mind is a Captain, traveling far and beyond
The mind is like a paint brush, colorful art
The mind is a creature who hides in a cave
The mind is like pain, don't stop in its way
The mind is like a mime who does not talk at all
The mind is fragile, don't use it like a sponge
The mind is like a pair of shoes,
without the mind we're bare
The bottom line is, the mind is a mystery!
Don't mind me, I lost my mind, years ago :):):)
(THOUGHTS)
Path To Dehumanization
Indifference being the height of inhumanity
Brings us to the loathsome solo sounds of children
In tears with fear and fleeing foreign lands to nowhere
People thinking, that’s not me. It’s a TV show
There’s nothing I can do
So moving on
Desensitized, we watch the news in silent isolation
So much violence becomes the common place
Numbed by too much information, we become complacent
Displaced children and humanity is not our job
Being human is a full time occupation
No one said life would be easy
We live a life but not one worth living for
What was once our reason to feel alive
Is now detachment, compromised, hanging in the void
If being a rock or stone was vogue
Replacing feelings
We could move to that location, that environment to feed the cold
It’s so easy to fit that mold
While children feed their hunger with silent tears
Soulless, waiting for a touch, and feel of peace
No hope, no soup, no refuge and no you
Empty is the void if you can’t feel
Indifference is the height of inhumanity
That fills in the holes of history, hungry, looking for some empathy
It wasn't all that long ago when a hole in the ground was where people would go.
Many grew sick from lack of hygiene so some one invented the pit latrine.
This greatly prevented the spread of disease. People squatted over a slab
and bent at the knees.
The first flushable was used by British royalty, a toilet that the commoner
would never see.
Chamber pots and out houses were used by many.
They composted the waste and saved a lot of pennies.
Years later dry toilets were used in most homes.
They had a wooden seat as their throne.
Some time during the twentieth century flushable toilets were
in every home you would see.
Tout allure and hello to a cleaner way.
A clever French man invented the bidet.
Is this too much information? Don't go yet.
The end of my evolution of the toilet.
To my assumptions my brain went out of function
It is a mess; it is moronic; it went out of logic
My brain is still eluded by this madness still diluted
Do not want to see it concentrated
Because my world is still dilated
Like a woman is labor and
My heart made of paper
Soon to be torn later...
As my mind wandered its intimate thoughts of a woman
Her right, brown and black eyes pierced threw my eyes
Right, strait to my heart.
As the image moved into existence
I could not believe this
It is a woman of a young man’s desire
Sparking a fire which I couldn’t retire
Seeing this appealing but I was only dreaming
As this madness revealing my assumptions...
As I switch off my mind from its virtual mentality
I opened my eyes into this so-called reality
Spring forward like a jack in the box
Being the end of my slumber
Dragging my body to its final gloom: the shower
Inhaled meekly, exhaled deeply
Doing this repeatedly
As my mind moved backed and forward
Like a rectangular wave motion
Came to a solution
Which I hope to be with the wrong conclusion
As the day progressed
Hoping to cool my heart on my chest
With my assumptions...
As the sped threw like a kid in cocaine, mental pain
Too much information put me out of focused
You should have noticed
My day contracted like stretched rubber band
All of a sudden I so myself lying on my bed
As I deduced my life like a mathematical deduction
Closed my eyes for a second
And I was back where I started:
To my assumptions…
To my assumptions my brain went out of function
It’s a mess its moronic it went out of logic
My brain is still eluded by this madness still diluted
Do not want to see it concentrated because my world is dilated
Like a woman is labor and my heart made of paper
Soon to be torn later...
Maybe you shouldn't send the letter
Argued counsel in my head
But the moral compass pointed
Toward transparency instead
I have always walked the straight path
From the time I was a boy
To the noble and the righteous
Revelation brings but joy
There's no gangster or homemaker
President or CEO
That is going to subvert justice
Not while I am on patrol
Now the careless and the reckless
Not necessarily a crime
To you I'll give a warning
Do not cross me one more time
Like apocryphal Washington
If it's a lie I cannot tell
Inclusive of the truth withholding
It is I who sounds the bell
There is too much information
Some is fresh and some is not
I'll call an investigation
And we'll find out what is what
Maybe I overreacted
Turns out there's nothing to see
Let us have it all redacted
This revolution's not on me
January 13, 2017
It's impossible to hum with your nose plugged
Don't try it you'll give yourself a hernia
About two hundred babies are born every minute
Guess there's not much doing in suburbia
Dust under your bed is your own dead skin
Unbelievable but that's what they say
There are more nerve cells in the human brain
Than there's stars in the Milky Way
The water you drink has already been drunk
By others, what a charming thought
Donkeys kill more people than plane crashes
That's not something I think of a lot
A million dollars in one hundred dollar bills
Weighs only about twenty-two pounds
A disposable diaper holds seven pounds of pee
That's too much information I've found
97% of money contains a trace of cocaine
Have you sniffed your dollar bills of late
The glue on Israeli stamps is certified kosher
This leaves me in an overwrought state
10 million bricks are in the Empire State Building
Masons surely had a heavy load
That's it for now but there'll be more to come
Keep an eye out for them down the road
© Jack Ellison 2013
facebook breaks marriage
too much information seen
my feelings are hurt
Like a lost child
or a bumpy car.
I jolt around,
banging into people.
"Are you my mammy?"
Craving closeness
and warm touch,
I come on too strong,
revel too much.
Information that is
just the truth.
Of my restless, sexless,
search for you.
The you who
might care for me.
The me that won't
be bowed or tamed.
The me who
is not ashamed.
Of who I am,
or what's beneath.
The "too much
information speech."
If you're out there,
please come forward.
Before I fool
myself and others.
With cling on desire
to any who care.
To take advantage
of me... anywhere.
Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzy
Too much information making all of us dizzy
Most who’ve been exposed self-quarantine
Running out of toilet paper making us mean
“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour
Scientists scrambling now to find the cure
Hurry!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
What started out in China as an epidemic
No respecter of nations totally pandemic
All around the world countries shutting down
Even New York City looks like a ghost town
Is there no end to this viral mess
As our way of life’s forced to evanesce?
Scary!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
March 14, 2020
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No photographic memory
No genious qualification
Just too much information
He started off with little
But it grew and grew and grew
A little bit more
With every step
At every single station
Rattling around inside his head
A clever brewing force
To a quick un paid vacation
I don't think he had the patience
Bouncing words between his ears
Like the knowledge of a nation
I guess he simply knew too much
He thought of simply
Giving into his final destination
But knowing all he knew, he knew
It lead to his damnation
Whick lead to many troubled years of
extreme procrastination
So to free his mind a moments time
There was constant masterbation
But it only left him wanting more
What absurd exasserbation
So he was left with just suggestions
To answers with no questions
So much pent up frustration
What a sticky situation
The bare bear barely bamboozled beleaguered befuddled bystanders.
They’re there for a reason, I chastised the bear.
Hoping their backpacks did not have food.
For we all know that this would be an overwhelming lure for a bear.
Especially a bare bear who briefly blows up butterfly balloons for busybodies.
I hope this is not too much information but I wanted you to be aware
Because there is not any more room
Lexicon is a little wild creature with wings.
This sets the waves in motion through space.
Words are carried in the air or the seas with stings.
In poetry, words may bridge at a faster pace.
Drops of rain slither down the window.
As wisps of mist escape from my mouth.
Candle burns and shade casts an innuendo.
My sight fades like frost, and we'll fly south.
Words have the ability to both heal and harm.
Words have the ability to crush your heart.
Shred your soul and ruin you like a worm.
And it enters the bones via any body part.
Your words might expose you to hazards.
Avoid giving away too much information.
Words are nothing more than haphazard.
Ignoring tracks that won't peak imagination.
Written: March 02, 2023
Tunnel vision does apply
When someone’s really sick.
Just try to change the topic –
Nothing else, you’ll find, will stick.
Prepare to hear a litany
Of symptoms and of cures,
While thinking all the while you’re glad
Those problems aren’t yours.
Of course, you’re sympathetic
To another’s aggravation,
But sometimes you’re bombarded with
Just too much information.
You listen and you nod your head,
Relieved when you must go
And pray that you will never share
Your own account of woe.
It’s funny how I suddenly felt extremely beautiful after they constantly mentioned it.
It’s funny how I am extremely happy after I’ve talked to them for a few minutes or hours.
It’s funny how all of a sudden I need to maintain this and think about its implications in my life overall.
It’s funny how I have this subconscious restraint that I only release when I’m not around them.
It’s funny how I’m constantly trying to decipher their true motives from my encounter with them.
It’s funny how tired I get from having too much information about them yet that’s initially what I seemed to desire.
It’s funny how there is this great anticipation on what people’s opinion on my taste will be.
It’s funny how I imagined heartbreak at the onset of passion.
It’s funny how I feel this emptiness yet this release without them
It’s funny how confused I get when I think of their presence.
We used to be friends
but we had a falling out.
We got back together
and had a great time.
For two years,
got married.
Got along another year.
Messy split.
Divorce.
Anger on both sides
Saw each other at funerals.
Did not speak.
Twenty years later found each other again
at a family wedding
Too much liquor
Too much information
Too much laughter.
We both got scolded when we got home
by our angry spouses, neither
understanding
That we used to be friends.