"Medusa of Technology" by Tim O'brien‘Technology’ and Other Poetry by David Paul Behrens The Society August 6, 2016 News of Note, Poetry 5 Comments Technology I am sick of this world Technology has gone wild I miss the peace of mind I used to have as a child Everyone seems so busy Having somewhere to go Information running rampant But what do we really know? The violence is never ending Greed is the name of the game Technology keeps on evolving Human nature remains the same Genghis Khan with atom bombs Terrorism is more than a crime Nuclear weapons will be used It is all just a matter of time The Game While I have been here for awhile Through it all, I still can smile Thinking about where I have been No difference between now and then History in endless books of pages Is only a moment in all the ages As drops of rain go pitter patter Every fallen sparrow does matter All are one and one is all As we hear the animals call Different entities all the same Living life is one big game David Paul Behrens is a poet living in La Verne, California. Related Post ‘Ancient Melodies’ and Other Poetry by Bruce Dal... (All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Ancient Melodies by Ercules Edibwa No longer are they heard, the ancient melodies of Greece, so beautiful and ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 5 Responses gm August 8, 2016 Technology standardizes all things. It is anti-human in nature. Which makes me think that humans are not the ones in control. But technology is. For everything I believe has sentience. People can only choose which path to take, they cannot make the path themselves. If they create evil things, like bombs, it is not the humans in control, but those evil things. If they create good things, like a poem, or even a poetry website, there is no question of control but only of bearing positive returns. In other words, kindness is liberation and evil is servitude. Just some thoughts on your poem. Reply D P Behrens August 20, 2016 Your thoughts and comments hit the nail on the head. DPB Reply 绿山从 From Green Mountain (Cong Lu Shan) August 8, 2016 I’m running the cycle in this digital frame Most people forget the camera lens is the same There’s nothing to be attached to in technology’s range Just nuts screws and bolts A human being’s NOT the same. One can refine oneself. In the spirit and flesh. Only the lived out experience survives the rest. Playing with gadgets blows out in the wind. Only breathing the air counts as a thing. Reply 绿山从 From Green Mountain (Cong Lu Shan) August 8, 2016 I’m running the cycle in this digital frame Most people forget the camera lens is the same There’s nothing to be attached to in technology’s range Just nuts screws and bolts A human being’s NOT the same. One can refine oneself. In the spirit and flesh. Only the lived out experience survives the rest. Playing with gadgets blows out in the wind. Only breathing the air counts as a thing. Reply Kim Cherub October 21, 2018 David, I’m a terrible Luddite when it comes to technology, so I sympathize with your poem! I thought it was well-written and good for your purposes. I do wonder if the meter would be better with “It’s” in the last line. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.