By TV Light

 

By TV light

we kiss,

that feint flicker

shimmers over

supple skin, as delicate

as a feather

on the wind.

 

Dark brown eyes

seem like

reflective screens,

like black mirrors

in the low light.

Rippling like

relaxing streams.

Showing

the moonbeams

the way

to get back

home.

 

By TV light

we touch.

Caressing

radiant lines.

riding the

airwaves tonight.

No drama, nor tragedy.

Just romance at play

under those flickering

wisps from the 

visual display.

 

TV light

hides the scars,

but I'd share my

torn ripped apart heart,

if you'd take me to the stars.

I saw a piece of heaven,

an angelic sight, peacefully lying,

in that strobing nightlight.

and I want to glide

in her wings tonight.

 

By TV light, I dream.

of you here by my side.

I rode my dreams,

a fantasy journey,

into the imaginary.

Floating on a sugar sweet

moment of saccharine

chemistry. In a flicker of clarity

I remember

the love letters sent

but never seen.

Left over memories

littered on the pages between,

I whispered to you my dream

and I never want 

the dream to end.

 

 

 

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Origins

 

It came from the stars...

A time, long distant to ours.

A light. Unseen,

so, did it shine as bright?

Out of orbit it crashed.

Crater marked slash

but no one saw.

No one knew,

and in all honesty,

there was nothing

they could do.

 

The moment of impact.

A ringing shrill metallic wail

spread waves around the earth,

a feint ripple at first,

before the echoes coursed.

but no one walked. Not on two feet.

Not human at least.

But the sound was alive

and hungry to feast.

The beast was here,

and we were not even

a glint in the universe's eye.

 

Born unto this grind,

we didn't know any different,

didn't feel it infiltrating the mind.

The interference

Some sensed

that something wasn't right,

but to question,

would have you pilloried

and burned at sight.

Under the weeping

gaze of moonlight.

 

As years marched through,

the waves grew,

every spin of the earth,

making them stronger.

Some people felt the surge, 

the hunger,

the way the sound urged

them to bring pain.

Some just danced,

until their beat dropped dead

when they flailed and flapped

as their weak human brains

popped in their heads.

 

The sound had its own

gravitational pull,

making the tides come

when it called.

Countless wars, deranged thoughts.

Hatred caught in this one sound loop

Through the airwaves it boundlessly swoops.

The hum.

A sound heard by all

but only understood by some.

If you hear its call, 

then there is no use.

Don't run.

It's too late... It's already won.

 

 

 

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Warping perspectives

 

Lightning

casts

a silhouette.

from the fiery

glare.

A figure

burned to my eye,

but no one

is stood there.

 

A spectre,

seeking solace

from the pouring rain?

Or perhaps someone hidden

out of view?

Perspectives warping

my tired brain.

I wish I knew.

I wish I was with you.

You would know, if it was real,

if it was true. 

Or just my eyes,

blurred from tears 

that I've cried

too many times, 

warping the truth.

 

A silhouette. Most definitely stood.

My mind is clear,  I swore.

 It was definitely here.

I know what I saw.

But why? I wonder out loud.

Hearing my echoed voice,

startling my trembling ears.

A shadow staining

the atmosphere.

A portent of something,

lurking near.

A warning. 

Run. Get out of here.

Begone.

Or just the lies

of a my mind playing tricks

on wimpering eyes of fear.

 

Does it stand with ill content?

Looking upon me with vicious contempt.

Does it see a victim? Or someone

who will stand up to him?

Can it sense my fear?

Does it linger like perfume vapour

towards this atmospheric neighbour.

Or am I just losing my mind?

Left somewhere far behind,

on a bar top, 

drowning amongst the beer slops.

Back when time was called

and the endless ticking finally stopped.

 

 

 

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