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Event Horizon

by Chris Sorrenti


what is this place?
this unfolding nightmare
so distant from the dream
I knew as a child

on a heaving rock
propelled by hurricane
and volcano
surrounded by an ocean
of humanity
and yet never feeling
more alone
though the phone is ringing
the Internet’s netting
while a thousand little annoyances
of information
day in and day out
I have to keep sorted in my head

we all know the score
in the end who loses the battle
and yet continually praying
somehow we might win
reflected off
long faced Mondays
and on Fridays when we put on
our best smiles
though we’re not kidding anyone
especially ourselves

the roller coaster
is much too fast now
as it careens across an endless track
of taxes and death
our politicians can’t be taken
at face value anymore
only a few more years of oil left
to run the machine
and always the jackal
who feels he has the answers
but needn’t question his own motives
in sweeping the world
of today’s flavor of infidel

what is this place?
this unfolding nightmare
so distant from the dream
I knew as a child

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Posted on 11/22/2005
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/23/05 at 02:57 PM

My daughter Valerie and I were talking recently about such things, and she asked when did life get so crazy, so fast-paced, she doesn't remember it being like this when she was younger. And how with technology we don't really save time, it just adds stress, and we're still behind or have more to absorb than we can keep up with. I guess that's what the poem sums up. There's an inherent loneliness in here that saddens me, and makes me wonder about "annoying", I guess it's all in our free will of selection, prioritizing and choice-making, dealing with TMI (too much information). Weeding out the merit of the ones closest to us, the messages they give, and really following and filing them in our hearts or minds. Very valuable and well done piece, Chris.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/25/05 at 08:37 AM

this is amazing chris! poignant, and so true... it's funny though, how i wish i could remember my childhood dreams... they all seem too cluttered over and the memories are murky at best... just wonderful!

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/25/05 at 09:52 PM

everyday we stop acting like children our dreams continue to separate themselves from our realities. this poem is strong in pointing this out and it's painfully true. a fine write!

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/25/05 at 09:52 PM

everyday we stop acting like children our dreams continue to separate themselves from our realities. this poem is strong in pointing this out and it's painfully true. a fine write!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/27/05 at 12:51 AM

You write with great insight into very troubled times. I am reminded of Jesus' words in John 14:1, "Let not your heart be troubled. Neither let it be afraid. I go to prepare a place for you... ." I think of them rather often these days.

Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 11/30/05 at 02:22 AM

An eloquent commentary on "future shock" - sobering and effective. d:-)

Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 12/03/05 at 04:38 AM

I'm overwhelmed, and overstressed...and the jackal hasn't helped. Great commentary on the state of our "civilization".

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