When I’m not tapped into a music stream.
I like quiet
no - let’s be exact,
I like silence
ear plugs in - deafening quiet
or better yet, noise cancelled anti-sound
That’s relatively new technology
My mom mentioned new studies suggest it may rewire things
gray matter wise, you know, behind the eyes
like the patterns sound forms in sand.
But if you’re going to scramble my mind
your going to have to wait in line behind
bland 21-year-old issues like:
sleep deprivation
hormonal fluctuations
romantic fog
case study competitions
business model design games (REALGAME)
deductive logic puzzles
irritability and mood swings
mental bandwidth anxiety
cognitive confusion
information overload
assignment stress
premenstrual syndrome
compulsive coping mechanisms
career anxiety
sexual frustration
multitasking shifts (schedule)
canon events (existential dilemmas)
culture shock (new environment)
feeling “scrambled”
family pressures
So, yeah. let’s fn Jettison headphone worries - MOM - shall we??!
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Right Now by The Creatures
A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) by Romeo Void
Your Turn to Run by Malaria!
A rustling of digital leaves
in the binary breeze.
Odd fractals of ones and zeros
crash in waves of a subliminal sea.
Rotations of carbon and nanowires
collecting in my shadow.
Ghost of man-made reality
in matrices of ions.
The light of a binary universe in transit.
Coils of cool light drifting
through my Silicon Soul.
A leaf curves and descends
into decaying isotopes.
I feel the event horizon
of god’s information overload.
A rustling of skeletal circuitry
in a binary breeze.
All is not what it seems: odd filaments
of nanites and nanoseconds.
Feeling the rush of cold
in a binary breeze along subliminal seas.
Fraught is not dauntless as The Honor is frighting
AS my kids sleep one day they'll wake up
Ziplines tragedies uptown is where the rich sleep
Lucky is being true to your Maker
AS no Master has yet to Master me
I still must be the Master of my emotions
Copslides are like collapsed economies
Every said "no" to an enemy
Centerpiece "Well" it explodes into smithereens
Generous men expose themselves to Danger
While greedy men wish for their deaths
May the Generous Always be blessed and excel at all things
in a world of information overload
it's refreshing to be succinct
in a few words to pass a message so punchy
that it gives one cause for a pause
in a world where time is at a premium
it's appreciated to be respected
to share what one has to say with panache
and every word striking its mark
being sold on the notion that less is more
AP: 1st place 2025, 1st place 2022
??Dreams and Thoughts
Shift that dial
Time
Is a no mans land
An existential drift
Are you the dream?
Or are you the dreamer?
These Thoughts
Inside your head
Up down and upside down
Streaming
Screaming
Whispering
Deftly walking on quicksand
As you observe
Half truths and no truth
Feeding your thought
Thought feeding your mind
Cascading like a matrix
downloading
Informing, cross referencing
Incessant
In that funk
It’s all just junk
Those thoughts
Let them go
Let it all go!
Drift away
Do it today
Follow your heart
It’s time for you to decide
Are you the dreamer?
Or are you the dream?
For those thoughts are not me
They are not you
Just information overload
And
It’s gonna explode!
Take cover
Your heart
Quintessentially true.
That is you.
Beautiful and free
No words are needed
No thoughts heeded
It’s within or
Without and for all to see
For you are you and I am me
and we are
one.
So
Are you the dream?
Or
Are you the dreamer?
Dreaming this dream?
Get in that flow
just
let it all go!
By Pskips
To the abode
I offer information overload
You can’t tell
Fact from fiction
That’s exactly what we want
To continue this friction
Of us versus them
Them against they
Me against you
Add to the mix
Nobody has a clue
Of what is true
And what is a lie
All they seem interested in
Is watching you die
Emotions run high in this day and age
Where racism rules
And fascists rage
The powder keg has been lit
And the country has gone to s**t
Half live in the absurd
The other half in the blurred
One thing is for sure
2020 has been one big turd!!!
Who’s responsible?
Eric (and sometimes not)
Information Overload
Lost in data,
Lost in tears,
Empty words, promises,
Presented with flowers,
The Truth and the lies,
Together, hand in hand,
Information Overload,
From our waking to our sleep,
Words thrown to take our soul,
Lies raised up,
To the highest Throne,
And yet we know,
Our lives depend on them,
As slowly our Feet,
Sink deeper into Snow,
Information Overload,
With Flashing screens,
The Joker with his charming
Smile,
Waiting for his crown,
In his palace of lies,
Hoping that we will be,
to busy to see,
That the King,
Really,
Has no
Clothes on.
John Roberts
I worry
In this well-connected world
I worry
Information overload
In a big hurry
Horrific acts daily
Come in a flurry
It’s enough to overwhelm
And make my sight blurry
And because of this
I worry
I’ve become part of the world’s jury
Doling out judgement
Of my keyboard’s fury
I worry
That I will no longer react
That I will become numb
To the fact
That I no longer care
That I no longer feel
That I no longer care to appeal
To the humanity
We should all share
This is why…
I worry
Eric (and sometimes not)
We are tangled in our own restraints.
Canned and homogenized... Congealed and packaged.
We meander sheepishly through the one-way stalls society has provided.
Strategically placed in the direction they need us to be going...
We are distracted by our devices. We glance up to see the burning world; only to yell empty obscenities at the TV, and go back to our newest episode of electronic fantasy.
Information overload...
News is instant and constant. The grim reality is looking at us through our gadgets, but it's only as real as our video games.
Morality and honor died with our grandparents. And as we watch heads being severed in some remote, dusty hell, we feel only for a moment...
Our distraction is our salvation, for
Ignorance is truly bliss...
Turn up the radio
jump start the chemicals
What did they say?
Well, you're not an animal
a definition of zero
Attacked by the genes
of a century of shame
Don't make me say it twice!
You're a believer
a pretty little deceiver
the aftermath of purgatory
when the story ends
you'll say it again
say it again!
Don't you tell me
This isn't what you wanted
so I guess you should have
cut it out!
Information overload
all the children screaming “go”!
Go!
All the one's you thought wouldn't know
Go!
Everything you belittled
Go!
Lover's just a title
Go!
Go!
Go!
Well you're not an animal
a definition of zero
attacked by your own reservoir
of shame
Go!
Pretty little deceiver
When were you a believer
In the countenance
that you sold?
Go!
All the children screamin'!
Go!
All the lovers cryin'!
Go!
Little deceiver
Go!
Definition overload!
His shirt had the logo
'Software' on his chest,
'Hardware', an arrow pointing
straight down to his crotch.
I thought the 'Software'
should've pointed to his head.
Somehow I didn't think
his heart could've been 'soft';
probably a doorman, bouncer maybe.
Remember Raoul Moat, body builder killer?
Perhaps I am prejudiced, with information overload,
could've been a gangster. No - just a gentle giant.
caring for his mother whom his father abandoned
when he was just a wee defenceless kid.
This world is not fair or equitable, I thought,
nothing that commands one's unquestioned faith.
Millions perish by earthquake and floods;
survivors face a fate worse than death.
Magic moments can disappear in a flash
On a digital camera of modern technology
Screening memories placed in files and saved
Mentally sterile conversations mailed in text
Without feeling or emotion sent quickly in a rush
In between surfing the net of cyber sex
Dating make believe strangers who promise love
While hunting for lust pretending to care in the real world
With made up names playing online games
Ramming the hard drive for more information overload
Exploding the motherboard of invention
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