OVERLOADED
My mind was overloaded
I’d jammed it to the hilt
No room was left for gladness
Only misery and guilt
My mind was overloaded
I couldn’t sleep a wink
I tossed and turned forever
There was no room to think
My mind was overloaded
My blankets made me sweat
My toes were cramped and twisted
I could only turn and fret
My mind was overloaded
I tried to say a prayer
Either God was on vacation
Or He simply wasn’t there
My mind was overloaded
My wife began to snore
It brought to mind my lover
Who always knew the score
I poked her in the rib cage
I asked her for advice
She answered me with
kisses
No need to ask her twice.
Andy
SOMEONE ELSE
Someone else has sat in your seat. Someone else had had your
idea. Someone else has led your life. Someone else has stood in the rain or
snow and stared at a discarded bouquet of roses on the ground. Someone else has
shed these tears before.
Yet for a moment, that first moment you felt it or
experienced it, that hard flat surface beneath you or the bright shocking
revelation that 2+2=4 or that indeed this girl is the one and only one for you,
that moment is yours and yours alone. And then it’s gone, and you are left with
that old proverb’s famous words, “There is nothing new under the sun.”
But I prefer to think to myself, “But what a sun!” and the
thought that he and I and you and I and even she and I are looking at the same
sun is a beautiful thing, and can threaten to overload my mind. There is
nothing new it’s true. The world is very old, but it is also very beautiful.
Especially if you try to see it for the first time everyday.
Scott
OVERLOADED
Overloaded
From my hair to my toes
Overloaded
From my guts to my nose
Overloaded
Like a ship about to sink
Overloaded
Like a drunk’s last drink
Overloaded
Like someone in trouble
Overloaded
Like bursting his bubble
Overloaded
By ice and snow
Overloaded
Like a burlesque show
Overloaded
Like an derelict’s yawn
Overloaded
Like a cop’s baton
Alex
STRANGERS AGAIN
The Nash, cut down into a truck of sorts
and overloaded, rolled along on three tires and a rim that wailed a constant
complaint. Each expansion joint in the concrete punctuated the
protestation with sharp metallic blows. For all the noise there was not
quite enough to fill the big quiet caused by a motor silenced by the lack of
gas. A hot breeze sanded over the sunburned faces of those passengers
perched on the patched canvas covered remains of their lives. Their dirty
hands gripped the canvas tightly, their fate on the downgrade, brakes burning.
Al looked over at Floyd, but they were strangers again. Their
night on the Colorado River was a couple of hundred miles ago, and the Mojave
had since sucked all the juiciness out of the memory. Floyd looked
resolutely ahead, knowing he was being watched. The increasing wind
whipped at his open shirt and the sunlight counted his ribs. He was as
dark as an Indian, except for his knuckles.
Daniel
ODE TO FACEBOOK
Too much talking
Too many words
You need to stop
You've already been heard
Too many messages
And notifications
Please give it rest
And go on vacation
I guess it's entitlement
I guess it's fear
That makes you think
You're all I want to hear
Please take your comments
Your updates and such
To your own bulging mind
We've all had enough
Emily
OVERLOADED
Weight Limit!
Feeling overloaded!? Some people have figured out how brains work.
Important names, dates, secrets, poems, criticisms, jokes, catchy phrases?
Where have we put these thoughts? In long term or short?
Can I recall or even remember to search out what matters most to my friends and
family?
Overloaded equals a full life--or agony & sleepless nights.
I think I'll just watch another movie.
Writing helps.
Liz
OVERLOAD
Information overload
Is the frustration of the day.
Too many stings, and things
That attempt my mind to sway'
Gigas, megas,and other bytes
Filling up our brains
without something else to store them
I would simply go insane.
A simpler life is better
It brings me peace of mind.
And of course, my music,
Which helps me to unwind.
I don't think we're intended
To walk upon this road
The information highway
To systems overload!
Mike
