by wayne34liverpool, Merseyside, England, UK
Sep 2014 410 Views 4 comments
computors
Into the world am consumed
To the land of virtue reality
To the land where computors roem
A land of un reality
Mega bits and giga bits
All terms of sicience present
of past
Pens forgotten paper was the past
Now screens that light
Cursers we follow
We now write are spoken word in digital format
We store we save
Are memeries now stored locked away
To the cloud a virtue cloud
Served by many Servers
All data stored
We visit streetlife a city we creature are selfs are imaginery us
a new persona
We live in unreality
To the land of virtue reality
To the land where computors roem
A land of un reality
Mega bits and giga bits
All terms of sicience present
of past
Pens forgotten paper was the past
Now screens that light
Cursers we follow
We now write are spoken word in digital format
We store we save
Are memeries now stored locked away
To the cloud a virtue cloud
Served by many Servers
All data stored
We visit streetlife a city we creature are selfs are imaginery us
a new persona
We live in unreality
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Posted: Sep 2014
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Comments (4)
But I still do snail mail, even sometimes with people I know from here. As useful as computers are, they seem to eat up a person's time... and more importantly, as in your poem - it's easy to lose sight of reality- esp. in how people treat each other- as in bullying, etc.
(And all that data stored by all those servers-kinda scary thought!) Guess we need to strike a balance and try to stay grounded in reality, even here on this site!
Nice, thought-provoking write!
SCatlyn
We only live in unreality if we choose to Wayne, I myself have a life away from my computer. Sitting too long ain't good.
Served by many Servers All data stored... The digital trail we leave is similar to boxes of private letters, secretly stored, that get discovered and opened after one departs this worldly life. There is probably truth to be found in both trails left behind, more or less depending on the person leaving it. Thank you for sharing your verse on A land of un reality and the challenge of new persona found therein.