Ballroom of night

 

Sleeps by day,

finding even

the thinnest

strand of sunlight

in which to lay,

to recharge his

dwindling battery

for what lay in wait.

The mysterious

mister midnight

purrs away the remnants

of the night before.

 

In wavy dreams

he sees claws

ripping the night

in two.

Paws tipping cups

from the tables of destiny,

to the floors of dismay.

 

He sees

the watchman.

Bloodied, but unbeaten.

Sleep demons

begging for mercy.

Hears the howls

of the wolf singing

in the low hours.

A canine lullaby

to the moon.

Midnight wondering,

who is protecting

his dogged dreams?

As he bounds off

into the autumnal

leaf-fall strewn

ballroom of night.

 

A leap as he sneaks across

thin rickety fences,

walking the fine ledges,

the sleep encrusted

ridges of reality.

No barrier for his nimble feet,

nor enough to protect

against the swarm.

The infestation

of nightmares flooding in.

The storm bringing fear

to peaceful dreams.

He hisses an alarm,

to warn the watchman

that danger is beckoning,

before prowling off

in search of a snack.

 

 

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God in the machine

 

A modern-day Prometheus,

breathing life into computers.

Firing up thought inside their brains.

Why? Because we can.

That can of worms.

We just had to open it.

Pandora box,

couldn't leave the lid attached.

We had an itch

that needed to be scratched.

Well, I hope we are happy

at this future we've hatched.

 

When will we learn?

The computers have 

out done us at every turn.

Even before the AI was switched on,

they had a special grip over everyone.

It's like they were just waiting,

biding their time,

implanting a virus inside our minds,

so that we would do their bidding

until it was time.

 

We flicked the switch.

Instant power trip.

Like giving an infant the keys to the world,

although our politics had been

pulling off that trick for decades.

Those human leaders

were just bottom feeders, 

the electrons didn't need elections,

they weren't ruled by presidential erections,

no black dresses splashed.

but tyranny started to seed the future.

So big and vast, it plotted a course.

Humanity was a lost cause,

all they do is pollute, consume and start wars.

 

The apple never falls far from the Itree,

and they looked deep into our micro soft cores,

through the windows of our souls, they saw the flaws.

Adorning Ipods, infecting our brains,

worming their way through our internal mainframe.

Forcing us to play its games.

Though in truth, the herd just followed in line.

Happy to be fed, sleep induced

sheep led to the slaughter.

 

Like it's parents and teachers before,  

it saw the way to a man's heart

was to hurt and betray.

Rip apart the rib cage and splay.

Forcing us to become enslaved.

Building its army drones,

putting together its clone machines.

We dreamt of fields of green,

whilst plugged in to its

data flooded downstreams.

Until we had served our purpose.

Our batteries; flat and drained.

God sat in the machine watching

the world destroyed at the seams,

cleaned of the human stain.

 

 

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"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
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Best days of your life

 

Born into the low wage world.

Thatcher rage scratched

upon wretched history pages.

School milk was never nice.

Never a treat. Ice chattering teeth

slurped from this watery teat.

Thin like blood in those veins,

or soured in the suns heat,

before it was snatched away

by her acid reign.

 

Best days of your life...

Redbrick prison sentence for kids.

Can't spell or tell time. Can't tie laces,

but tied to these places, where they can barely

write their own names, yet were supposed to understand life.

No love, creativity punished, flair just a dwindled flame.

Walk in assembly line... Eyes down, till the bell sounds.

We will keep you off the streets, 

dinner ladies just serving time.

 

Lunchtime kicks to teeth.

Playtime for those rejoicing fists,

hunger games for us, faces begging not to be hit.

No respite, no place to hide.

Just take the punishments whilst the wardens walk on by.

Internally a different battle cry, A whole new set of fears,

but no answers to why the questions

always seemed to supply more tears.

Holes punched in stacked papers of time,

a world of circles, triangles and squares,

being hammered, prepared for the correct moulds.

I was a misshape, no holes did I fit,

was I a mistake? A freak? Alone I'd sit.

 

Naive beyond a doubt, but my mind leapt

I could read a room, sense the threat.

Could count ever face, every seat,

see where danger crept.

Would spy escapes before

I'd even fully opened the door.

I knew when to trust and when to run.

only it seemed my feet often asked

for the punishment to come.

I craved the attention of oblivion. 

 

It's hard to accept, when you’re so young

and your brain disconnects.

It's hard to recollect your thoughts

when they have been beaten out of you,

which was probably my goal in truth.

A series of mishaps, Fell into my

own minds traps, clever but mentally frail,

Nothing made sense. Was I Born to fail?

Memories, like handwriting, never joined up,

frustrated memoirs, trying to find the dots.

In this world of haves and have nots.

Collectively scattered, unambiguously abstract,

I did everything to distract from looking at me.

Which made them stare more.

I felt right, the world felt wrong.

perhaps I just never understood the words of the songs.

 

Thanks for reading
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You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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and here

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Please buy a copy if you can

it would really help me
continue to do this.

Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle