A World of Lost Minds (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on October 22, 2009

Great poetic reasoning and treatise here, Eileen. We inhabit a world of lost minds, fuelled by our own personal greed, self-interest and pursuit of success and happiness. Pure and simple... who cares what world leaders are up to as long as I can hit the shopping mall on Saturday or the Big Game on Sunday (so to speak!)???? Such is the rat(on-the-sinking-ship)race we have created, striving for more more MORE of the same old crap, refined, updated and faster. Pink Floyd's lunatics are everywhere and the more you listen to 60s and 70s song lyrics, the more you realise just how prophetic they were, though envisioned through a psychedelic haze. This must now classify as the worst Bad Trip experienced on a global scale... Still, as Mother Teresa knew and acted upon, the tide is turned drop by drop and we can only affect those drops nearest us - but make a ripple we surely must (and do... for good or bad...) Enough from me - plenty to think about from you, as per u! :)) xx

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on October 22, 2009

And Georg/Edvard is NUMERO UNO in people that have lost their minds...LOL, Ed

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on October 22, 2009

A mindless world for people that have lost their minds?

Georg

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

Written with power and truth, Eileen.

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

History does repeat
The ignorant and the numb
will always succumb
Shitty but true
Patrick

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

there is a stark truth to this especially the final stanza-well written

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

Your wisdom shines on.

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

In the Sea of humanity you are one of the hot spots.
How wonderful to wade in your waters, like a tide pool, and find such life.

John

Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

Eileen, Thak you so much for another wonderful poem.

With Love,
Cindy

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

our only chance for survival is the spiritual energy from those of this world but not from within it ...

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

This is said in a most premonitious fashion, and well spoken too, a poem of spirit crying for help, it gnaws at the soul, for it has so much truth and passion. It will be a long way from dust, or the burning bowl, back to humanity, it might never happen, and that might be the best, for all those that survive us, if any.
Hugs! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

Eileen,
This has great truth about the directions we've taken, the paths chosen, and I'm with you in spirit, sharing the disillusionment.Well said!

John

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

the future is created in the moment of today, what we experience was created yesterday...we have the power to evolve and the nightmares will cease

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

The present state of affairs is only the tip of the iceberg and we have lost control of our lives to those runing the Country. Yep 52% gave complete control to one party and their lust for power knows no bounds. Bravo for such an enlightening write.
Love and Hugs,
George

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

The world has become a world of lost minds who don't know what the f... they are doing. Nero is fiddlin', as Jerry Bolton says....God help us all! Excellent write, Eileen; well done!

(((HUGS))), much love, and prayers~

As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 21, 2009

Could not be more eloquently stated, my dear friend. This is a plea/prayer sent in the hopes of rescuing the world, for I feel deep within that the world is soon to be unbelievably evil. It is close, very close to the no turning back point. I am seventy years old last April, and I feel that if I live another ten years I will see it. We will have gone from the innocence of "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" to "Nightmare on Pennsylvania Avenue."