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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
If you like?"
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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