Juggling
eccentricities
Bound
by cords to current
Ensuring
indulgences stay current.
Swimming
upstream;
An
uphill battle
For
fear of missing out
Of
an inconceivable pursuit
Of
inadequate expectations.
A
world gone from dial up
To
dialed out;
Form
hard bound
To
loose-leaf;
From
hard fact
To
belief.
Are
we bound
By
gossamer cords when trivial becomes our Right
And
Caesar provides his circuses
For
the thirsty soul?
There’s
a sign reading:
“Please,
don’t feed the bears”
And
we, like wildlife, gorge unaware,
Choosing
all we want
Over
all we need.
Its
veiled illusion
When
every want is streaming,
Streaming,
While
all the while drowning, screaming.
When
Friday’s release
Brings
more excitement
Than
Sunday’s relief.
How
does the cross fare
With
vision impaired?
Just
give me these new chains
I’m
done with my old ways
I
don’t care about justice
I’d
rather be entertained.
I
don’t care about deep truth
Or
freedom’s song
I’ve
got a sweet tooth
And
this life owes me one.
We
don’t need drugs
With
Netflix,
Our
quick fix,
Our
new pill,
Our
sweet release.
Noble
words of condemnation
With
fingers on triggers
And
hearts yearning for distraction;
Subtle
deceptions,
Hollow
consolation
To
burdened souls
On
weary roads.
Of
this my soul knows very well.
Intricate
addiction
Insidious
design
Illusion
to maintain---
A
media throne
Inspires
a faulty crown
Placing
pleasure before your good.
Infections
selfishness
Mammon’s
little cousin
Indwelling
poison
Placed
before my brother.
Satanic
perversion
Clothed
as cheap amusement;
Artistic
endeavors
God-lit
and beautiful;
Abhorrently
tortured; twisted;
A
wasteland from Ithilien’s dreams;
Into
a pacifying concoction
That
places another’s joy
At
the foot of my whims.
Of
this, this my soul knows
Very well.
Immediate
extradition
Requires
explicit examination;
A
denial of self,
A
new emancipation
From
the hoodoos of YouTube
And
the foolish pursuit of wealth
As
the means to remain entertained
Which
undermines all else.
It
requires deep thoughts
In
a darkened room, alone
And
a willingness
To
put other’s merriment
Before
your own.
It
requires a severe disconnection
A
rending of bone;
A
snapping of conceit;
A
spiritual insurrection.
Ultimately
--- death
For
we cannot sustain it
We
cannot placate it
This
god of entertainment.
Who,
oh Lord, can save us?
From
a life of vapid searching
Of
constant unfulfillment
Of
want
Of
longing
Of
epic disappointment.
That
is no life;
No
American dream
Though
in the half-light of addiction
Sweet
it seems.
What
hope?
No
repeats
Only
rebirth.
A
quest for pleasure laid upon the altar of stone.
Life
anew
For
God and neighbor alone.
No
half measures.
No
Baals of health or wealth.
For
idols cannot stand
Against
a crucified self.
Of
this my soul knows very well.
