A piece about how others attempt to control our thoughts through a constant barrage from the media portals. We are expected and do come to believe in the most horrible concepts that counter our own self-being.
The power of the spoken word or spoken image.
Lyrics
I hear voices as I sleep
And in the daylight while I creep
On concrete sidewalks cracked and dry.
Your blinded eyes and broken speech
Pass by beneath or behind my reach,
But I hear voices.
Speaking from the books I read,
Yelling from the outernet,
TV chanters, radios, phones
Electric outlets, static drones …
Oh hard world if I should do
What they have asked of me.
Yet their seduction bleeds my will;
Mere drops will soon a bucket fill.
No hidden forest or silent shore,
The winds through the leaves, the ocean’s roar,
They carry the words like an air borne plague.
I hear the voices.
Do you know them?
Do you nod your head?
Your answer turns me cold with dread.
I thought this affliction isolated me,
But we hear voices.
Tell me how you carry on,
How you’ve found the strength to resist the song,
How you sleep at night in the quiet dark,
How you’ve silenced the voices so long?
No answer, but I see it in your eyes.
You turn away, have you heard a call?
Don’t answer, don’t do what they say.
But I know … I know
I’ve heard the voices too.
"I’ve heard the voices too." First, you must turn off your devices, and listen to the soundless moments during Silence - the hidden will become unhidden for you and you and you... Do you believe that this world is all there is to Every Other Living "thing"? The answers lie between the noise and the silence. Remove those negative voices, say "Forget It" or "Stop" - think ii, though - do not speak aloud, for Words have a Power of their own... every living thing is a unique wave - You are a Wave - find your flow, and ride that small weathered boat towards the source, and you shall not taste death. Love you, Susa