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Nick Moore Feb 2013
Disappointed, with the food you choose to eat.
Disappointed with the dark shadows on the street.
Disappointed with what’s on Tv.
Disappointed with what you call reality.
Disappointed we let things slip so far.
Disappointed with a bandage called a car.
Disappointed with the mobile in your hand.
Disappointed I cannot see the band.
Nick Moore Feb 2013
Come to me.
don’t be afraid of me.
I need to know the things.

The things you could tell me.
So don’t hold back from me.

I will try.
Try not to be afraid of you.
Of what my imagination thinks you can do.

Are you afraid of me?
Of what you think I maybe?

Trust is something we must trust in.

So come to me.
As I come to you.
Nick Moore Feb 2013
Cryogenics is here.
The night of the frozen dead.
But if you look into their mask.
Evolution bypass.

They want to live for ever
They work on it all the time.
But would you want to be with them?
For the rest of time.

It will happen.
Later or sooner
But these guy’s ain’t got no sense of humour.

Foot down on life’s gas
Evolution bypass
Evolution bypass.
Nick Moore Feb 2013
Down the corridor
Through the door.

Infinite corridors
Wall to wall doors.

Choose a door
Go inside.

Become comfortable.

Forget the door.

Frozen water
Ice melts.

Remember the door
Remember the corridor.
Nick Moore Feb 2013
Time the clock
never forgot.

Without a word
while dreaming occurred
it's cogs kept whirling and turning.

Woken from my sleep
by the
BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP

It's time to press you'r button.
Nick Moore Feb 2013
I knew this was coming
it's easy to push a thought away
I just lived my life
until this day.
Not much talking,
that's no problem
you look happy... in a way,
time to go now... what's that you say?
"there's a hole? I want to go inside? but I'm afraid?"
I speak the voice you know so well
"I'll go first"
a smile on your lips
it's time to go on my way,
arriving at my door
I hear the ringing of the phone
no need to answer it
I know the line's been cut.
Nick Moore Feb 2013
Austere, everywhere!
only me for
that I care.

In my dream, two apples
fall from a tree,
roll down the hill
next to me.

There I lay
in foetal bliss
behold she comes to me
the Goddess.
Wrote this one after reading an article about oral personalities and **** personalities.
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