Bring Out The Best In Me

I studied the sky intently with a borrowed suit
Designed to wait in the way required by them
However, I could barely stand up straight.
The wind whistled the tune of change in us all;
Difference was hard to spot, but noticeable.
I straightened my silver tie and watched.

Today is a delegation, A kind of meeting;
Awaiting the masters who have always controlled us,
Kept us safe, stopped us from moving too quickly.
I suppose I should be grateful for the envious honour
To greet, parade and welcome the Overseer
Into their world of limitless Joy in the castles.

My feet clicked and my back engulfed me;
Just stand and smile while taking it all in
To show the world what peace really looks like.
After all, I don’t suppose people even noticed a war,
There was no rubble, no burning buildings of hate.
It was an extermination of our disorder; Priceless.

My first guess was that we needed to be taught a lesson;
A demonstration of mechanised efficiency so valuable,
So understandable to live in the castles with pride.
I can turn and see these rounded marvels of steel;
Forged with precision and undeniable authority
Making sure we stand where are with our silver ties.

When the night is as dark as graphite, they appear.
It is almost routine to hear the buzz before your eyes
Adjust – whether with tears or the clouds of dust accumulated.
Emotions aside, here they are and here I am; sold
To the natural way of life, Inside the tall towers.
I sometimes wonder what living on the outside is like.

My ancestors were slimy in their intent; Dominating
With their thoughts of world supremacy – Metal Bullets.
The delegation is a sign of change and continuity all in one;
The Earth is not big enough for two contrasts; stigma.
We sit and take it all in while the mechanised control
And tell us what we are thinking with a sense of purpose.

There are two types of person; we are told this all the time.

Slow Drip

Dripping through the cavities
We see each other; hidden, obscured,
Yet very well aware of the decay.

The picture frame is hanging
Obviously at a slight edge, angled;
Unnerving all observers.

We are literally who people see us;
There are no cracks to cover at all.
The surface is bad enough to explore.

Everyday is a sweat-soaked trauma
Of keeping ourselves together;
We are all in this spiral mess.

The pains are imagined; universal.
Experience is the key to survival;
Understanding what pain actually is.

One

One night was all it took
The magic kept us there
All colour in the air
I begged you take a look.

One time to tell the truth
Discover all our wants
Then confess all our Haunts
And reminisce Our Youth.

One chance to feel your form
Will I be ready now
The golden Air somehow
Will calm the mindless storm.

Both minds merged into one
The rush of feeling flow
Her words an afterglow
Of what had just begun.

We call to hearts abound
Why do they grant this touch
Of memories so much
They twist us all around.

One night of calm embrace
To feel you on my skin
The sound of violin
Your blanket windswept face.

Two days of keeping faith
And closing all the doors
I knew that when I swore
I promised all I gave.

One moment’s not enough
The laughter filled the air
To smell and stroke your hair
Discovered I’m in Love.

To be me (Society part 1)

To be me
And act like myself
Whenever I please
Whatever the time
And within my means
Is pure free.

To be you
As leaves fall insane
And keep to your way
Moving those eyes
Away, day after day
It crumbles in weight
Harmony.

To keep face
And swallow your pride
When friends question space
And talking in stares
Then notice the trace
Divided.

To laugh true
And lie to have fun
In social demise
When thinking in dreams
And sever all ties
Can only Forgive
False promise.

Family Fun-day Robotics

 

For lots of reasons, systematic failures
and the demise of human culture
there appears a way in which it should
be done and an example to be set.

It was only last year, a good year
when everybody least expected change.
Humanity was unaware of its presence
and looked up in a satisfaction of
perceived dominance; fun-day.

The day that we all look forward to
at least that is what colonies would say
if they understood the significance
of our moment; our place in history.

We saw what was needed; cleanse –
the land would be awash with colour.
It spread far along the hills – missionary
In keeping with the standard protocol
The day was never significant before.

The overseer was dominant as usual
Every little significant change was
in keeping with historical relevance
Failure is not an option, update.

And everybody was in a straight line
Ready for the celebration to begin,
Family. Understandably essential
To keep the mountain running – Laugh
Line never broken and day is set.

It is not often that we look back
At the work that was achieved; flow –
In keeping with our sharing of the mood
We must press on with the anniversary.

We stand and observe
An eye-line of progress.

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