Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Are We Living in a Matrix?


'Are we for real?'

...or are we as real as Asterix, Spiderman or a pink haired Anime character?

We communicate often but, we have stopped talking.
Phones are priority. Yet, should we really call phones by such a name or ...maybe by something more suitable to the way we 'NOW' use them.

I'd say texotones. Lol!

But jokes apart, this is so dammmn true isn't it? We text to ask shall we call. We text if we can avoid a call. We invite, wish, congratulate and even cry on text.

We have substituted sound for silence and yet, we claim we feel lonely and have no one to share our lives with.

How can we find human company when are our most trusted companions are now small sleek instruments that fit in our back pockets or rest as close to our hearts as possible. We spend all our time connecting via a net we can't see or touch, we devote hours to tiny icons we'd need magnifying glasses to really look at and we watch intently...not the sparkle in the eye, nor the glint of a smile or listen to real love in someone's voice...but, instead those famous...little dots that dance on our screens, as people we say we care about and love so much - text us.

What is the use when people hardly call eachother, hear a voice or listen to the sound of laughter.

Today! Its a silent world.

We are cutting out contact And People are all turning into introverts. We are teaching are children to be isolated. We don't hear the emotion of a tone as a voice sways on certain words. Fail to hear hidden words in a sentence spoken, fail to actually see with our eyes.

We are in a matrix - with make-believe sounds that only we hear but do not share with the other person. Talking in words we type. Stopped using our eyes to see people, nor our ears to hear their voices instead... photos or pics suffice, meet-ups, get-to-gethers, hanging out is less or almost never...we shy away on the claim that we are busy, otherwise occupied and avoid real contact. Touching other humans seemed awkward.

No friendly tap on the shoulder. No punch on the arm, over a joke. No hugs. No kisses. No love shared in a real world, just emojis or stickers that substitute by acting out the movement in animation.
Life is just a 2D game where no one really sees the players. Images are perfected and, freckles erased where once there was. Lips made fuller, hair longer and smiles wider and yet, these smiles don't touch the eyes, make the heart sing or miss a beat.

Life is just a huge lonely game where no one knows the rules yet everyones trying to play harder. Taking too many breaks is a bad thing. Spending real time unnessary and experiencing seeing reactions on a face an inconvenience to be avoided. Pics. Replace real people, emojis are the new expressions, And a kiss is a Gif on a glaring screen of cartoon characters smooching.
A glimse of reality depends on good cams on better phones or textotones (as I think I will call them). Even making love can often depend on just how good your wifi is
...or satisfaction achieved if you have a connection through the best internet partner in town...No! not the man or woman in your life - Oh! No. Human contact has lost its value. 'Touch me now' is just a phrase and 'I love you' are mainly stickers.

The question we need to ask ourselves as each day rushes by is -

• Are we doing this all for us?
• Is this for our kids?
• Will are children really benifit from are mad dash to make more money, get more fame at the sacrifice of 'real' human contact?
• Is this the example we are striving so hard to set, for the next generations to come.

Isolation. Isolation? Isolation!

Yes! Believe it or not we are isolating ourselves. Unhappily behind bright screens creating weaker, more anxiety prone lonely people...pretending its all for the good of a new human race.

I wonder though...how much further will we strive to live alone.

Isolated in places we call home.

I am Lisa Wydeman and if you are on my fb...feel free to call me anytime. Afterall I must try to start to change the world with... me.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Pensive Thoughts

Wanting is an ache
Waiting a tug of war
Between heart and mind,

This foolishness is...
Wishing upon a star
When its a cloudy night
With not yet, a star in sight,

So you see, I need you now...
Right by my side
Kissing away the blues
You, only wanting me...
...wanting you,
to night

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Day After Paradise by Lisa Wydeman

His hair was beautiful, that's if you liked a total mess of spun gold. Knotted, matted and straining to be free, it hung in a loose ponytail at the back of his head. Beard once stubble, was overgrown and yet... his fingers constantly running through those sunkissed strands kept it tangle free.

He thought of her and his heart ached.

♡♡♡

Honey dripped from her fingertips. She licked her fingers and paused, index finger in mouth...sucking on it gently and recalling his tongue. God...that man made her mad. Mad, mad...mad for him, mad at him and...ahhh!

Forget it !

Burning rage gripped her. Chucking the jar of honey in a corner of the fridge, she slammed the door. Fuck him. Fuck that mother fucking bastard.

"Fuck him, fuck himmm!!!" She screamed.

Yet, the sound wasted itself into a sob much like screeching brakes, tires straining against hot aphsalt or the screeching cry of a cat when it takes on the high pitch note of a baby bawling.

She felt drained, wrung out. He had wasted her. Her love, her body, her mind.

He had taken everything she owned and left it out to dry, like wet linen on an old clothes line flapping in the wind where lay all her animosities, insecurities and emotions.


Eyes focused straight ahead at the surf.

He had been staring at it for the last twenty-five minutes as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, then seeped into the center...until finally he could barely see, a thing in front of him. Yet he stared.

The beauty of the sands, the sunkissed tips of the waves and the seagulls...swooping low to catch fish in their beaks, that mesmerized him, was now but a blur in a horizon of despair.

He was alone.

He had been alone all his life but, now he felt more alone than he had ever before.
The body a vacant cave of sunken misery, cried out to be free.

His mind screamed while his soul watched in silence.

Muscular frame, tanned skin and handsome face...now void of any emotions, he sat on the grainy seasand under the large coconut palm tree.

The coconut trees grew in abundance along the coastal belt. Their shadows casting a dancing pattern of mischief in the noonday sun. The frangipani trees further inland that dotted the landscape were almost eerily magical with knarled barks like old men's arms reaching towards the heavens. Frangipani; voluptuous blossoms, scattered in clusters of white snow blown by the crisp sea breeze, was necter to tiny birds that weathered the winds in their lonely plight to feed their young.

Shadows were disturbed. The birds were quiet and the sea sounded like a quiet mouse disappearing into the hole from which it came.

Yet, he saw or heard nothing. Oblivious to his own existence he remained motionless.

♡♡♡

The shadows of his quirky smile wrenched at her heart with an iron fist. She slumped on the sofa and tried hard to fight back the tears. 'Tears on My Pillow', played on the radio and she winced. Lyrics that she enjoyed singing, were painful in this aftermath.

She reached for the remote and turned on the television. Muting the sound, remote in hand she stared at the pictures blankly, as the radio played in the background.

Soon dozing off, then awaking again...dozing and awaking...her mind drifting to the moments they had spent in baring their souls. Escaping the rhythms of love making, of discovery, of that moment... when she'd been truly one with him. A smile spread across her fair smooth complexion. Her hair fanned out about her made her look delicate and beautiful against the large cushions of the white sofa.

She drifted off to sleep once more. The music pulling her into an oblivion of poetic silence.

As if in a trance she lay there and yet, her mind a turmoil of chaos and pain intermingled with sudden flashes of passionate memories, thrust her on a turbulent sea of waves, surfing tides in a hopelssness of misery.


A loud noise made him grab at his eyes and wipe at the blur of tears.

His eyes wide open stunned, he looked at the sea. The sea, was hardly visible. The horizon far receeded...lay in a fine line, far out.

For a fraction of a second his brain froze. His mind was a complete blank. Held still like a scarecrow in a field of wheat. Watching. Seeing. But, unable to move.

♡♡♡

A loud noise awakened her. She looked up and horror gripped her throttling every ounce of breath within.

The beach was no more.

The television was blaring clips of a huge wave. Had her hand somehow slipped and pressed the sound button back on?

A reporters voice extremely loud, was announcing something. She tried desperately to focus on what was being said, as her eyes took in the repeated angles of a wave crashing and smashing everything to pieces. Devouring trees, houses, the tiny boutiques that sold the colourful batiks caftans she had bought, the railway tracks and pineapple sellers stands, the tiny shanties where children played in tattered clothes, the golden sands...all gone.

Her heart seemed to stop beating.
She had left him there. On the beach.
On those same beautiful sands.

"God dammit!" She cursed under her breath.
She had left him there.

Ceiera's hands flew trembling to her mouth. She felt her knees give way. Blood rushed to her head as her heart, like thunder bolts pummeled beneath her left breast.


Sawyer moved at a lightening speed. He stumbled once as he jumped up and darted across the sand.

He ran faster than he ever had in his entire life.

He pulled the door opened and jumped into the copter.

His hands grasped and pulled on the levers even before he closed the door. His red and white helicoptor took off from the ground a fraction of a second before the wave crashed into the coconut palm tree he had been sitting beneath. He pulled hard at the door in mid-air. His muscles taught and straining in an attempt to shut the door, against the wind that threatened to rip it off its hinges. The door closed...finally.

Letting out the air trapped inside his lungs, he dared to look below. The beach was gone. Obscured by water. Thrashing waves...upon waves moving inland at a great speed.

A tsunami. Was it?
It had to be.
Tidal waves weren't so big and...and, didnt crash over land in such destruction.

All tears of remorse, sadness and disappointment had disappeared.

Sawyer thanked God for the first time in as long as he could remember for his life, for saving him and for everything he had. He knew what he had to do. He knew nothing else mattered. Nothing else was as important. All he wanted was to get to her, to Ceiera.

♡♡♡

She breathed in deep. She had to keep her wits about her. She had to find him. She knew it as plain as day. She had in that second she saw the waves crashing. All she wanted was him. Nothing but Sawyer mattered. She had to get to him.

He had to be alive.

"God please save the man I love", she whispered as she pulled on her sneakers and rushed out the door, car keys clanging like a hundred windchimes in the dead quiet of that life or death moment.

♡♡♡♡♡

Life is a moment awakend. Time is the present. Moments lost in self pride and fear to grasp each breath of passion...is but a useless illusion.


Sawyer turned his copter inland. He didnt care if she hated him. He would find her - not for all the love he wanted of her but, for all the love he felt within his own heart. He watched as the waves roared. With no agenda and no law, they moved forward to swallow a life of idyllic beauty on an unsuspecting island.

♡♡♡

She cut the car engine and got out. She was at...what looked like, the edge of reality. The waves had not come in so far inland. Yet, the unreal scene unfolding about her, froze her mind. Complete chaos, despair and a wild madness was rampant where once was a quiet life of smiles.

She had no road to follow.

No way forward.




Monday, September 10, 2018

To All the Men I Booted Before

Yeah! Wonder which ones will want to hate me, love me or like me on FB after this title.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Beside You

I thought about this moment
Caught between the lines
What I want right now
Is the stars in your eyes
Gazing at mine...with no disguise

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Blues

I see you in the clarity
Of a cloud...that's indefinte
I see us in the transparency
Of the solid white
Sailing across my horizan

Catching time

Words and pictures
Slip in place
Some taken in...
That old familiar place
Catching time
In this everglade

Tuesday, January 16, 2018












Nipples rise
Heart beats faster
Quickened breath
Hot in desire

Feeling wet
Lips a swollen
Bitten and dry
Tongue a roaming

Wonder in
Thrust in and out
This chase of time
Is just about
To reach its peak
On loves

Greatest mount