The greatest show on earth

 

Welcome to

the greatest show of your life.

The biggest bang on earth,

as the comet breaches our skies.

This will not be televised,

and there will be no encores,

no sequels in store.

We won't be back for more.

This is a one-off event.

A once in a lifetime chance,

to dance under the burning night.

 

Tickets sold out quicker than Taylor Swift,

and boy did those tickets shift,

but here you are with front row seats,

please enjoy the food,

the main course will be served

at half past three

out on the concourse

as we will witness

the tail end of our history,

as the sailing comet

should come into land imminently.

We will not be serving desserts,

unless they have a kitchen in the afterlife.

 

We will be setting aside a short break

before the main event takes place,

so that you can contact anyone you need,

but please make it brief,

you don't want to lose your seat.

We hope you have enjoyed our hospitality,

and don't worry about the limbs

you had to sell to pay for this privilege,

you won't be needing them

once this day is finished,

which will be in about 5 minutes.

 

Wondering why we

wanted to be paid?

You didn't really think

we would stay!

We are away on a private planet,

many miles away

Watching proceedings

in glorious luxury.

 

Oh, and by the way

 

Look up...

 

 

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the third part of my "Travels with pen trilogy"

is now available, with all of my other books, 

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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle

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Memories never die

 

There is no death,

only the moment

your life loses elasticity.

Body stops holding

your soul trapped within,

letting it flow freely

over the seas of eternity

to venture through cosmic stories

that our imaginations can't fathom,

but I picture us standing side by side,

next to the space chasm watching

nebulas burst in the sky, like fireworks

only a million times more exciting.

 

There is no death,

only the moment life

stops stretching

to wrap around the

clock that is spinning

ever onwards.

The quick ping

as the split threads snap,

snip, slapping into the evermore

of a long nap,

where they carry on.

Energy never stops,

it just becomes another thing,

powering this machine

of entropy. Opening doorways

formerly locked for you and me,

so we can explore

the everlasting stories.

 

There is no death,

just those left weeping

after the fleeting spark

in the heart stops beating.

When we become one

with the universe,

we leave behind mere

whispers of a dream.

As we become one with

trees and streams,

mountains and valleys.

Those mourning over memories,

see not the wonders we see,

but in the stories of the galaxy

we live and breathe.

 

Those monuments of time

never leave, they glow within our energy.

Statuesque, gigantic and meaningful

glances back at your prime,

those tears wept,

bereft of breath

they whisper

about moments

when those stories

would fire the stars in the sky,

but those stars are still there,

flaming and alive.

We keep the fires burning

and revisit them from time to time.

So, try not to cry

because,

memories, my friend,

they never die.

 

Thanks for reading
Follow this link for more.
https://linktr.ee/Wordsandfluff

My latest book, "Journey"

the third part of my "Travels with pen trilogy"

is now available, with all of my other books, 

at Amazon

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/stores/Kyle-Coare/author/B07GWQTN4M

 

Please buy a copy if you can

it would really help me
continue to do this.

Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle

.

 

The infernal hum

 

Some seeds you shouldn't sow.

Those fields overgrown

with gnarly weeds of misery

are all that will show

for the work you've done.

All of the energy, been and gone

because you listened to the

eerie sound of the dreaded hum.

 

Sometimes we wade too deep,

into places our legs shouldn't be.

Into lakes of misery.

Once you realise you've misread the maps,

the coast isn't close, the boat is capsized

and you’re floating too close

to the edge of reality.

You end up feeling all lost at sea.

That is when the sound begins

to echo around menacingly.

 

It pervades your sleep,

invading your dreams,

bringing with it

torment and hate

to anyone that breathes.

Once inside, it never leaves,

an unwanted guest

that stays for eternity.

The hum rings out internally

just as ferociously

as it does externally.

 

It becomes part of your day,

taking over the voice in your head.

"Let us feed" you hear it say.

It wants to drain all goodness away,

it wants you dead.

Making a meal of your life,

a little piece at a time,

but when you listen

to the voice in your head,

telling you

that these places are home,

it's hard not to hear

the infernal moans.

 

 

Thanks for reading
Follow this link for more.
https://linktr.ee/Wordsandfluff

My latest book, "Journey"

the third part of my "Travels with pen trilogy"

is now available, with all of my other books, 

at Amazon

 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/stores/Kyle-Coare/author/B07GWQTN4M

 

Please buy a copy if you can

it would really help me
continue to do this.

Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle