Remember back to skool daze
when miner willy was an icon not an insulting phrase
when an egg would make you dizzy
leave you in a spin,
racking your brain to solve the puzzles hidden deep within
a daydream in 8-bit pixel painted screens
Remember trying to outrun all others on the roads
a pitstop in monochrome
in black and white, two tone
like an arcade to enjoy at home
if you could get the damned thing to play
before the dreaded tape loading error was displayed
As the years passed
excitement splashed the covers of gaming magazines with a crash
off to Woolworths or Dixons we would dash
armed with pocket money cash
joysticks primed; trigger fingers ready to fire
gigantic ants to avoid, our minds couldn’t ever tire
we had the universe in our hands
whole new 3d lands, space to explore
but we still wanted more
Pac man filled up on pills and thrills,
whilst we stood up against space invaders armed with lasers that killed
not a care in the world, our 8-bit paradise
battled through Lords of Midnight, R-Type kept our reflexes tight
whilst the hobbit helped us learn to type,
it was Robocop that kept me up most of the night
Sega and Nintendo added new dimensions,
new colours to the spectrum
a plumber in search of a princess named peach
that was always in another castle just out of reach
a hedgehog that made the eyes bleed, such speed
TV screen soaked skin slowly fades
like those 8-bit dreams of yesterday
Pixilated fragments of the games we played
Thanks For Reading,
Peace, Love and Poetry.
Kyle.
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