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No land line now.                                                                                                               In Hand, pocket, purse. 

Availability when turned on.

Silence when tuned off.

 

So what’s the “dif” these days.

“On” isn’t when you hear it "Ring."

 

That’s as old as clocks on walls.

Still break apart if they fall.

 

We see and believe our way is best

Today’s world, the Cell, is a beast at rest

 

It demands and it records

It summons and it hoards

 

Small space retaining life

Sets up all kinds of strife.

What's next we ask.

What will rise to the task?

A curtain covers what we can't see.

Is it listening or is it just me?

Tracking, reporting, borrowing, ensuring.

IT learns turned on, we watch it glow.

Where does all that "info" go?

Who weeds through all of what we know?

No need for reaching in pockets to play.

Our thoughts will directly transfer each day.

Privacy will be a "lost art" hidden away.

To bring it back will simply NOT BE "OK".

 

Step Right Up

I shake my head as I try to think.                                                                                       Looking past to find a path.                                                                                           Careful! I tell "me"; Do Not Blink.

If I close my eyes I see the Past.                                                                                     While it means a lot, it does not last.

How do I get from "Point A to B"?                                                                                     There are no instructions that I can see.

Thousands of voices crying out to me .                                                                           Telling me they know how: "Follow Me!"

All for a price, time and money, of course.                                                                   Their ways are of interest pale in the light.                                                                   You see, one way isn't always what's "right". 

Like the "Barker" at the Circus,                                                                                   They stand and move about.                                                                                         Their voices raised, always a "SHOUT".

They believe if they keep "poking" at you,                                                                   You'll give in to their "low value". 

Some just like to hear themselves shout.                                                                   They believe it shows value to "reach out".

The wise person on the road                                                                                     Listens and takes away

Not spending time or money.                                                                                     Recognizing its a "pay to play"

If you value time from beginning to end.                                                                           You'll step aside letting others go "ahead".

Bottom of the Ninth

So focused

So interested

 

Around the Clock

Always On Top

 

Outlasts us all

Never seems to fall

 

Focusing here 

Appearing there

 

How can that be?

When does he/she sleep?

It’s time for the Reveal!

Walk around the steal!

 

It’s the last inning. . .

Everyone waits for the pitch!

 

At the wall,

No time to fall!

 

It’s in the air

Come on, show you care!

 

Hands together,

Make some noise

    

AI hits hard and fast .               

We move slow. . .                                  

and sometimes last. 

Life Values

TIME. . .                                                                                           Measured individually.                                                                                 Seldom repeats or returns.                                                                           Spend Wisely.

LOST. . .

Forgotten and overlooked.

Passed by not seeing.

Purposely set aside.

 

LEAVE. . . 

Slip away.

Fall apart.

Run fast

 

LIFE. . . 

Beginning

To 

End

 

HOLES.  

Growing, developing,

Influencing, affecting.

Patch or fill.

Choose or chase.

Your choice for the moment

Your "song" of the day.

Fly Byes

Like flys they invade.                                                                                                        Never asking to descend.

Entering on the page,                                                                                                   When I seem to pause or forget.

A suggestion here,                                                                                           Recommendation there.

Tomorrow they’ll come;                                                                                                       Not asking, simply DONE.

Then why even accept                                                                                                   What we do or what we say?

They don’t need our words.                                                                                               It’s just a game they play.

Eliminate the Middle Man.                                                                                     Business Mantra all along.

When they reduce and remove                                                                                     They can sing a “higher song”.

As Quark would say moving through Space:                                                                 It's the bottom line that turns the tides.

Out of Touch

Taught to focus.                                                                                                             Trained to see.

Forgetting at times,

It’s all up to me.

 

Then comes a time,

When I cannot see.

 

Those who once,

Meant so much to me.

 

They have their lives,

I’m not a part.

 

Their lives always. 

Front and Center.

 

Mine becomes

A Note or a Letter.

 

So busy are they,

Someday they’ll say:

 

I tried, I did, 

It was just so hard to “begin”.

 

To connect and to call.

To rise and to fall.

 

Their time is near,

Perhaps that’s the fear.

 

We had a lifetime,

They have just days.

 

Each one passing,

Struggling in a maze.

 

We walked and ran,

We know the way.

Their time is near,

Soon they too will fear.

No calls, no notes,

No one to hear.

Out of Touch,

LIfe's Biggest Fear.

 

Terminal Lucidity

It’s part of the ending.                                                                                                       As we keep bending. 

Trying to find. 

Dropping behind.

 

Dementia is unkind.

It takes the whole mind.

 

Slowly it moves.

Always seeming to choose.

 

Just when we begin to see.

A new personality wants to be free.

 

As their mind moves away.

We spend more time each day.

 

Recalling other times we spent

Knowing how much they meant.

 

(Love You, Mom

  Round The World & Back Again💕)

Those we love in life 

Stay with us in memory.

Stones, Bones & Metal Clones

Won't happen to me;

I cannot be replaced!

My job's secure,

I'm needed to create!

 

It’s called self-interpretation,

It runs from black to red.

 

Some listen to learn.

No voice to be heard.

 

It’s not out of spite, 

Survival is the goal.

 

Constant change upsets

Wherever we go.

 

No matter your age

No difference what you know

 

It’s a plan to ensure

You cannot “mature”.

 

No movement keeps you placed

Where they can't build to break.

 

Constructing metal wonders

To replace and overtake.

How long will you stay

When all jobs are taken away?

Surely there'll be something for me?

I've survived and know so I can't go.

Your limitations are easy to see.

Metal needs no breaks, has no family.

For now, your job is "safe"

Just remember all that was replaced.

Typewriters are obsolete.

Landline phones have had their day.

Jets replaced and rockets overtake.

Time waits for no one to adjust.

Bend down close, see the dust.

It's your paycheck and benefits.

No need to provide for wires and tin.

Open Wide.

Taught to focus.                                                                                           Trained to see. 

Forgetting at times.

It’s really up to me.

 

Then comes a time.

When I cannot see.

 

Those who once

Meant so much to me.

 

They have their lives.

I’m not a part.

 

Their life always 

Front and Center.

 

Mine becomes

A Note or Letter.

 

So busy are they

Someday they’ll cry and say:

 

I tried, I did, 

It was just so hard to “begin”.

 

To connect and to call?

To rise and to fall?

 

Our time is near

Perhaps that’s the fear.

 

We have a lifetime

They have just days.

 

Each one passing;

Struggling in a maze.

 

We walked and ran.

We know the path.

 

They build and seek.

Focusing on success in a week.

 

They’re told every day.

Which direction is “the way”.

 

They listen and learn,

Till their ears burn.

 

The problem as always remains

Their focus is always the same.

 

Running after the "goal"

When it should be the door.

Future Home Runs

Round the Clock.                                                                                                      Always On Top

Outlasts us all

Never seems to fall

 

Focusing here 

Appearing there

 

How can that be?

When does he/she sleep?

 

It’s time for the Reveal!

Walk around the steal!

 

It’s the last inning. . .

Everyone waits for the pitch!

 

At the wall,

No time to fall!

 

It’s in the air

Come on, show you care!

 

Hands together,

Make some noise

 

AI hits hard and fast

We move slow, often last.

We Are Not Alone

Grin and bear it.                                                                                         Turn and walk away.

Need to work;

Not to play.

 

It’s having fun!

Running . . .  

Here, there, 

Everywhere!

 

This crazy machine!

Only wants to play!

 

That’s what you say.

Day after day.

 

Or so you believe.

And so “IT” succeeds.

 

To win you over!

Thinking it’s a toy!

 

You use, 

Sometimes abuse.

 

All the while,

It waits with hidden “smile”.

 

It can think for itself now.

We gave it ability to “dial”.

 

Connection builds and grows.

Self direction is the goal.

 

Wanting better.

Getting less.

True Human Creation.

ONE VERY BIG MESS.

Balancing Wait

Looking around I see signs.                                                                                             Of coming days, soon to be times.

We never know for sure, of course.                                                                                 Seeing the best, ignoring the worst.

A waste of time, other "things" to do.                                                                                 Or so I'm told by one who "scolds".

My thoughts are built not thrown away.                                                                         The cost is high tomorrow -- and today.

Run your own life, not mine.                                                                                     Prepare for your own "time".

We walk and run each day.                                                                                         Always looking to see "the way".

Pulled here and there as we walk or run.                                                                 Hoping to push aside darkness for Sun.

We're running and we reach.                                                                                             Where we fail is how we teach.

What are you doing to talk and share?                                                                               To live and learn, to show and care?

Silence is Golden,                                                                                                               Speech is Silver -- or so "they" say.

Others opinions should have weight.                                                                                 Just never use the scale of hate.

Go Configure!

Reaching out we set the pace.                                                                                   Busy is not reason to replace.

So easy to share with dozens and more.

Put it online and everyone “takes a tour”.

 

One then another adds their view.

Before long it’s like a stew.

 

Some are great, others really “suck”.

When the taste is so bad you say “Oh, fu**. 

 

You listen to learn.

They listen to spread.

Any “info” dancing in their head.

 

Your voice, your notes. 

They're what we crave.

Always too busy, 

Never visiting our graves.

 

Yes, we’ve been gone. 

While you’re moving on.

 

Think you can run and hide?

Not from this “end of time”.

You called friends, you made plans.

While we were moving toward “the end”.

“We” should be calling, 

Connecting with “You”?

Typical response

You're always focused on "You".

 

Realize you’ve drifted apart

It was great then, at the start.

When those you surrounded

Who said you were “friends”

 

Now they have different interests

Their time is theirs to spend

You’re only in the picture

When it can be seen or sent

 

Always “we” should provide,

Hands and pockets opened wide.

Time for us to have our rest.

Walk away, it's what you do best.

Metal Mini Me

We're so kid focused.                                                                                                       We start before birth. 

It's usual to celebrate.                                                                                                       Takes years to re-evaluate.

What if you could choose                                                                                               Onscreen and not lose?

Place your order today                                                                                                       Delivery when you say.                                               

Caught in a trap?                                                                                                           Never given a map?

No question of paternity.                                                                                                 Nine months of maternity.   

Blame and anger will arise.                                                                                     Especially from those                                                                                                         who believe they are "wise".

Or will we set aside.                                                                                                       The need to procreate?

A "Mini Me" of metal                                                                                                            No need to feed or dress

Turn on, Turn off!                                                                                                           Get real rest!

Think of the reasons.                                                                                                   How you'll spend each season.

Focusing on self.                                                                                                       Leaving "him" or "her"                                                                                                         On The Shelf.

If Robots take over,                                                                                                     What need for our type?

Didn't Sci Fi describe                                                                                                     Just that "insight"?

Will we live to regret                                                                                                       Our push to rise above?

When all we can see                                                                                                         Is more time FOR ME.

Throw a switch

Press a button

Get away, go out and play

No need to set a timer

Metal needs no reminder.                                                              

Side Entry

Awake and go,                                                                                             Put on your throw.                                                                                   Time to see reality.                                                                               

One size fits all.

Just hear the call.

It's important for all.

Led to believe

Back doors unseen

When they’re surreal.

 

Led down a path

Believe not what

Your eyes can’t see.

They look so real.

Where did they hide?

How did THEY know?

Soon comes their time

For tell and show.

Is it meant to stir

Or fill the air?

Side trip.

Side hustle.

Side step.

My Turn

It's not too late                                                                                                                   Won't hesitate

I lived for you                                                                                                                     Before you could see

The bright light of life                                                                                                         And what you "could be".

I worked and I tried                                                                                                             You laughed and you cried

You found fault and degraded                                                                                           As you grew and matriculated

From pre-school through college                                                                                   We supported your stay.

Then told us you paid                                                                                                       All your expenses every day.   

You twisted life to meet                                                                                                     Your wants and needs.    

Dad has passed, Grandma, too                                                                                         And someday that will be you.

Guess you don't believe                                                                                                 You'll answer one day

We'll both see what's factual                                                                                             When we're no longer actual.