within the real,
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Tag: Image
“Happy lifestyle concept”
The scene is one of harmony
Though manufactured for the screen –
But image is reality:
We will believe what we have seen
Or heard among the many things
Put out there to control our thought.
We’re being played — we’re being had —
With out so much as being bought
As wandering through happy fields
To slaughterhouses we devise:
For fools we are, who acquiesce
To knaves who we all
Idolize
To share is human:
Real or Unreal?
It might now seem unreal, but that’s because
We live within a world of imagery;
So much we’ve never tasted, felt or smelled
We think we know from things we hap to see
We’re lief to say we know what’s false from true;
The photoshopped from what with life is full —
That perfect animals like this exist
Or perfect photos, seems impossible
And yet, this photo, which I lately bought
Is not, I think, unreal, but just got
Caught
Photo credit : © Olga Itina | Dreamstime.com
To share is human:
Natureality
Make your skin look different than it looks;
Make your body different than it’s made —
Chase the image offered to you here,
Spend your money on the latest shade
Never think that you might be okay;
Never grasp that you have made the grade —
Make your skin look different than it looks,
Never stop and think
You’re being
Played
To share is human:
The Images I Choose
I buy the photos
(Most the time)
That I post in this place
Some find them, well,
Salacious, and
Imply there’s some disgrace
In showing off
These models, and
The bodies they display —
But yet, it is
Deliberate:
It’s what I mean to say –
I’m fifty-three,
Not handsome, and
The irony’s not small:
For image
Isn’t anything:
It isn’t real
At all
To share is human:
Image and Reality
Twixt image and reality
The diff’rence may be great;
But masters of illusion, we
Make bent what’s really straight
Backstage, though, there’s another view,
The tricks all fall away:
It’s just us, lonely, clinging on
To make it one more
Day
To share is human:
Mental Picture
(Note: the following thoughts are devoid of anything like wisdom. – Owen)
I read her words of life and lust:
This is the picture in my mind.
Although I checked her “about” page
And she looks more like a librarian…
Not that there’s anything bad in that.
I dated a librarian once – she was wild –
But writing personas can be so strong,
And create such an image,
It’s hard to live up to
But which is the real us, anyway?
The us in words, the creation of our minds and spirits,
Or the us in pictures, subject to the conventional
Expectations of our childhoods?
I don’t know, but I say
This is what she looks like.
