May
2019
“why i want to live in a different era” – spoken word 2019
Why I want to live in a different era than now
It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity
But what happened to a time when
All you needed was a book and a cup of tea to be happy
But now you need an E book and a pink passionfruit lemonade tea to feel satisfied
What happened to reading a book and drinking down the words like wine upon your lips
When everything was more beautiful because we could see
Years of wisdom passed down from generation to generation in songs and stories read by a
crackling fire as you huddled around the warm hearth of a flame, can all now be found in a
minute
One click can replace a thousand priceless memories
What happened to a time when we used to run through open fields on a warm hazy afternoon?
The long blades of grass tickling against your legs
All the while the sun cradled you in its warmth
But now we run through fields digitally and we call it reality,
The warm sun that grew you in your youth is now your enemy
What happened to a time when we used to play a record
and let the music take us over and hold us like tree roots, spreading vastly in the ground?
When we used to dance like autumn leaves blowing in a comforting breeze
And sing like songbirds with not a care in the world but each other.
A time when we used to love
But now we need Spotify, to blare pointless cool words into our brain until we feel numb
We use the very thing, that was used to bring loved ones together,
To make them go away
because now people are considered your worst enemy
What happened to a time when we used to walk to the store
and turn it into a great adventure as we skipped along the swift sidewalk
hand in hand, laughing and breathing dreams as if they where air.
But now we click
And its delivered right to our door
A carboard box hallow and void of all life and love
Sitting as it whispers “this is happiness”
What happened to a time when we used to write?
Scrambling to find a piece of paper and a pen to pour out our dreams
Desperate to escape from our mind swimming with illusion
When we drank down poetry like it was the sweet nectar of life,
Illuminating our very souls
But now the words are short and pointless
The pen doesn’t move
And paper lays un-touched like a corpse in a crypt
Begging for life
Everything was more beautiful then
When the sun touched everything with its glittering light
Stretching down every vast alley and walkway
When forests where teaming with life,
And people showed love and compassion for everyone
And when you could walk down your street and your neighbour wasn’t a stranger
But a friend
But now our sun is clouded out by a wall we built around ourselves
And refuse to break down
Our forests are gone, struck down like soldiers on the front line
Now the only love we show is for ourselves
And the words of sweet wine are dried up and empty
The world was so much more beautiful then