On the precipice of knowing and feeling,
being and seeing
What are we?
Truly what are we?
Beyond this veil of physicality,
and our brains practicality,
we try to understand...
to trace circumference lines,
to stay in our own frame,
where the caption automatically... allocates;
pre-dated labels and designs for our minds
You see we are not the unique architecture
of the skin that we wear
We’re not even the architect!
Can you detect your watermark... or has it been drained of hope?
We’ve been taught how to cope in a construct
made by man
Little wonder we don’t understand
something so alien to our soul
Even the stars... could not implode,
through a phone
Our thoughts pigeonholed into
spied, surmised… advertisements
Bastardised, into a capitalist consignment
Anaesthetised by digital appeasement
Be good and take... your treatment
Lobotomised, our now screen eyes
A.I.’s dilating the gift of human thought
When did Google and Siri become King and Queen?
When did we learn to stop questioning,
researching... fact-checking?
Who taught us not to?
Who is Siri, when she’s at home... does she atone?
She’s not in your phone;
she is now... squatting in your mind
Google the authoritative... finite,
to most of the generation coming through;
who never knew
that research was... exactly that
Not a quick fling between a search engine and spellings inaccurately typed
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a Luddite
For free worldwide knowledge and education... I would fight
The reality though... with an esoteric law,
filtered internet firewall,
from a government who grew claws
of iron bars and sharpened its shackled teeth;
whilst waiting patiently in the wings;
is that it lies, to its… own people
It rewrites truths... narrative skewed
and, through control leaves strength depleted
Crime of stealth, of our knowledge… wealth;
to which most are unaware… didn’t even occur
and when told.... disbelieved with delusion
This war against freedoms,
through tactical divisions,
has been plugged into our homes and ears
Has been raging now for at least... the last twenty years
The Kerplunk of humanity
and now all the marbled, digital currencies
now fall through the holes;
spaces between the overlapping intersections of crude division
From the colour-blind mastermind
of child’s manipulated play,
cardboard box - plastic cylindrical tube,
humanity haphazardly plays
When in truth the only two colours used
are the hues of those who have... and those who have not
No longer craftsmanship...only dictatorship
No strategy required... well at least not from us
as we’ve now regressed from classical chess
No longer wars of knight, bishop or queen
No grace or chivalry
Plotting deception and tactics... all tools we have sold
Out in the cold, a stasis of thoughts, sucking screens
This war is horrific, a chainsaw to bloodied daisies
This is an atrocity like so many other atrocities,
which have now occurred
and yet we sit in the stalls, burning books to keep warm;
working out risk vs dividends... of human beings;
child murders displayed on balance sheets
We are chemically drip-fed, anaesthetic,
through our food and TV;
made addicts to dampen their mood
Our water now a heady chemical brew
Chemtrails clandestine scratched lines;
hidden out in the open flight paths of powder blue
Are we...
now beyond where we think we should be,
only feeling the truth intrinsically?
I think so many times... we become confused
with what we think we should be,
who we’re told we should be
and with who... we actually are
I wonder do children still explore,
go that extra mile, to see behind... their perceptions’ doors
into their own shades of themselves... their labyrinth,
to see the patterns
In actuality do they understand Newton’s Law?
Acknowledge... the way in which we all flow,
from source of virgin fluidity?
Can most of us still see that we are all
on a continuous looping, living, breeding
dystopian night-terror dream;
a prophesied Orwellian wilderness?
There is no goal; the clue was in ‘our’ J(our)ney
...all along In history’s stuck vinyl song;
to appreciate the gifts upon the way,
the ones of space… within vast space;
where we can experience clarity
in the in-betweens
To paraphrase Plato
“We know nothing and never will”...
but Safari knows
and Memes will tell us they do too
and if not, with one click, Wikipedia will do its trick
and tell us all we need to know
or indeed what they want us... to know
But don’t get confused
as now upcoming movie titles
are more highly prioritised in search engine’s order
than the actual definition of words
A search engine, in reverse, rages for the machine;
not to quench our fatigued knowledged thirst
However indifferent we are to ourselves,
I still wonder how many times we see
our doppelgänger heart’s soul mate;
another who resonates with ourselves
A vibration and ignition
far more powerful than sex
A deep aching... a need to transition
A rite of passage... preordained,
cosmically. aligned
Bodies and minds redefined... entwined
into Tetris and a Rubix cubed side
A need for like minds
A deep-seated yearn to belong
Sure we fight and resist
We try to desist,
but, then we become tethered;
blocked up, stifled and shocked
as we repeatedly bang our heads against
a fake ceiling of oppression’s power
In Nature’s organic way of life,
dreams have no shelf life and
people’s thoughts have no sell-by-dates
We still feel the pull of the moon and tides;
yet we just walk by
and become lonelier, when others are still lonely too
in their factory Lego house dungeon,
when we could be standing side-by-side
Amplified!
In a dichotomy of duality
Coincidence and serendipity
Lay lines... energy’s pathways
Hindsight and premonition
are two sides of the same coin
Relativity should never be ignored;
the bent clocks of Salvador Dalí,
Da Vinci code... let's free fall
One plus one human always makes two or indeed can make more,
to build foundations with astral views,
filling our pains, holes and souls;
feeling the warmth of the sun’s love
Seeing the synchronicity;
our Escher minds entwined, now evolved
The new birthed chaos; an attack on conditioned banality;
the disorder within the deception of perception,
riding together through the spiralled conscious planes,
unrestrained... shedding
ill-conceived filters on the way;
matter and dimensions dismantling,
travelling, vibrating on wavelengths of light dappled sound
Not having to be
or to be seen
any other way;
not afraid
of being perceived as insane
Healing Is growing;
breaking apart... is to multiply, to defy gravity;
coexist birth and die all at once
The cracks in our brokeness
is where we find our pure truths,
where the light of love shines through,
it does not judge or subdue
It illuminates the best;
every aspect... of its whole
Shadows are where folded darkling skies lie;
stars, talismans of the world gone by
Where we can run from.... or embrace our authenticity
Where we can complicate
or choose simplicity’s anti-venom
Here is where humanity can take on
responsibility... ownership of itself
There is no beauty, no beast
There is only ever love
We are one puzzle piece
Mosaic catastrophe
within a sudoku box
in an inverted version of now
Through kaleidoscopic telepathy,
refugees, sketch artist greeters...
the frequency of empathy must remain high
This is why we experience anxiety,
as we’re not supposed to be
imprisoned behind walls and roofs
or 9-to-5 jobs or skin colour hues
Wars stacked up on wars;
they’ve created a matrix of binary
Yet we’re fluid
We have no gradients or edges to our souls
We are quantumly entangled
We are collectively... consciousness learning
We are God and nature discerning itself
Would you try to remove yourself from an atom,
from the Fibonacci pattern;
the pattern coded into our DNA,
into the precisely angled crest of a wave,
A shell’s groove, engraved...
liquid draining’s direction down the drain
From golden ratio are we trying to escape?
Is it even wildly known... sacred geometry?
This is why our eyes reflect the Galaxies; they are the same.. we are them
and they... are us
We are connectivity
and in fluidity lies... all that is love.
Society thrusts...
manifestations and authorisations upon us
and of course, we do this to ourselves
We disassemble our minds to understand
Yet all the knowledge is
and always was in the palms of our hands
It’s within us
It is us!
It’s within one grain, from inside a spinning hourglass of time
We are one projection amongst a forest of possibilities
and yet the trick is to hear a tree when it falls
To heed that call;
To help one another to mend;
To understand and to be... understood
© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry
