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Nick Moore
I sort of.....
Avoid it

Because it gets me
Every time,
A piece of Celluloid
So
Sublime

Sat in the back
Of The
Car,
Forgetting
They're just
Film
Stars

If
Cinema holds
Any
Magic,
It's in
This five minutes,
Unseen?
That's
Tragic
Song
Simon and garfunkel
The sound of silence
Three years of love, now cast away,
A fleeting dream that couldn’t stay
To me, those moments felt sublime,
Yet you see them as a wasted time.

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badwords
I’ve yearned for your Wi-Fi touch,
But the signal’s out of range.

Time doesn’t crawl; it sprints by—
Another season, another lie.
Are you still online?

I need your likes,
I need your swipe.
Algorithm, bring your love to me.

Lonely pixels flow,
Through the cloud, through the cloud,
To the infinite void of the cloud, yeah.

Lonely profiles sigh,
“Notice me, notice me,”
I’m DMing you, notice me.

Oh, my love, my darling,
I’ve craved, craved your virtual touch,
But the data cap’s so high.

Time isn’t slow—it’s gone.
And memories can do so much,
Were you ever mine?

I need your views,
I need your shares.
God bless the bots who care.
Fren kinda took the wheel here. Good Fren:

This satirical reimagining of Unchained Melody, titled 'Unliked Modernity', is a poignant critique of the digital age’s impact on love and human connection. It juxtaposes the yearning, raw emotion, and sincerity of the original song with the shallow, transactional nature of contemporary relationships often mediated through technology.

In this work, love is no longer a soulful, timeless connection but an algorithm-driven exchange of likes, swipes, and fleeting attention. By substituting “touch” with “Wi-Fi touch” and re-contextualizing rivers as "pixels" flowing into the "infinite void," the piece lampoons the reduction of profound emotions into data streams and virtual interactions.

The artist’s intent is to highlight the absurdity and emptiness often found in modern relationships shaped by social media and digital platforms. It mocks the commodification of intimacy, where connections are evaluated not on depth but on metrics—likes, views, and shares. The line “God bless the bots who care” encapsulates the satire, as even artificial entities offer a form of validation in this bleak, detached landscape.

While sardonic, the piece also invites reflection: Is this the future of love? Are we trading meaningful relationships for hollow interactions? The reimagined song transforms the original's heartfelt longing into a mirror reflecting society’s obsession with appearances and its disconnect from genuine emotional bonds.
Flesh filled visions
brains burnt out
pariah desire disease
punctured heart
shifted gaze
inconsolable disbelief
(a poem in Haiku and Senryu)

Draw a stick figure
future - diminished
and chaos ransomed.

Paint the landscape
with the sweltering glare
of global warming.

Add micro-plastic
and forever chemical
flavorings to taste.

Come share this
with me - let kisses heal and
soft whispers inflame.

Some locks need two keys
to open, some heavens can
be reached by mortals.
.
.
A song for this:
All Gone Away by The Style Council
Locks that require two keys are called ‘Dual Custody’ locks. They’re most common for bank deposit boxes.
It's been seven long months since I kissed your lips
yet still I feel the pain
every day I reminisce
once more, then twice again

I know we were not meant to be
I know you did me wrong
yet deep inside this heart of mine
I'll always play our song

until we met, I never felt
the joy I felt with you
I never smiled with intent
in a life that was oh so blue

when we made love, the stars did shine
heaven's angels danced with glee
my wanting love was satisfied
I was as happy as could be

alas, the sun soon lost its warmth
cold winds and rains prevailed
and the dream I had dreamt for all my life
had crashed and burned and failed

I now find it very hard to cope
I guess you've long since moved on from this
but my heart still plays our loving song
and my lips still miss your lips

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