Call it inception.
All this time, I've been getting brainwashed,
by ideas that are not mine.
What is perfection?
Honey they shrunk my mind.
How much longer can I take this.
I'm just glitch in the matrix.
This ain't a city of God, there's too much greed for glory.
Little kids are playing with guns,
How bout that for a toy story.
Need to make a great escape into space like Interstellar.
Surrounded by the Devil's doubles, trying to be a goodfella.
I know these material things are not relevant.
All we need is love to survive like the fifth element.
People wasting their lives, because they love to gossip,
And they have the nerve to underestimate me like a hobbit.
Feel like an alien but who's intruding,
Trapped in a show like my name is Truman.
And now they want to put a chip inside a human.
It's like 1984 getting watched by tele-screens.
It's judgment day, witness the war against machines.
But I'm fighting back, I'm a man on fire, you can't move me.
This world is fake like one big set,
I swear life is like a movie.

Black and White, Coloured
It doesn't seem to matter
Technicolour, Sensoround
Made the audio much fatter
Shaking seats, scented mists
Make most patrons go scatter
To me, it's still a movie show
And entertainment's all that matters

With technological intracies
That boggle one mans mind
there are movies being made today
With images refined
Clarity and texture match
and a green screen there behind
CGI is god today
And so...it was designed

Today, I pushed the envelope
Moving dimensions one more out
I've seen 2D and 3D films
This one made me shout
In the middle of the first scene
It felt so real without a doubt
That I had to take my glasses off
This new dimension....I must tout

Even with my glasses off
It seemed so real to me
I've never seen a film like this
Not even in 3D
A mystical intrusion
And my senses were set free
Then my wife leaned over silent like
And this she said to me....

"Sit still....shut up....it's a play you idiot!"

you feel my despair*
your fingers quench the loneliness

you don't flinch at the touch
I know you've felt it before

fighting the battle
of worth and contentment

love and war

reality and fantasy
my mind paints pictures
and shows movies
that has never touched a screen

yet, I still cannot see
the moral of your story

the focal of the point
its blurry and faint

but the script is still there

the film is still rolling
and the same movie plays

in my mind the same scene
constantly, over again

me yearning for you
needing more of you
hopelessly feening
restlessly dreaming

tossing and turning
in this imaginary love
you aided in me creating

its so warm
and deep
and wet

drenching me completely
in this
mythical story

that you could possibly

no actually

literally

maybe

you could quite love me..

          Fin


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He showed promise 
That's what they said
Never knocked out
Next in line for the big seat
He could take a hit and hit right back
Then the Depression hit hard
The money, the promise, gone in an instant
Injury after injury, loss after loss
He was beat up and beaten down
No more boxing
Third night in a row without dinner
Bills stacked up on the counter
Out of money, out of credit, out of milk
Power's shut off, kids are cold
Wife is tired and so is he
Working at the docks with a broken hand
When he's lucky
He comes home from a thankless day
Children gone, wife in tears
We couldn't keep them warm, she says
They were getting sick, so I sent them away
We couldn't even feed them, Jimmy
She cries and he can't handle it
So he leaves
He goes to an office, fills out a form, waits in line
A woman hands him money, but he can't look for the shame
He takes it anyway
He goes to his friends, his old bosses
Please, I just want my children back, he begs
He sacrifices all self respect, all dignity
What makes him a man, gone, for his children
They throw him some spare change
A true friend makes up the difference
His family back together, there is happiness
But, dear God, will he ever make it out of this hole
They come to him with a fight
A glimmer of hope: money
He fights, he wins, but he doesn't dream
At least he doesn't say
He says it was just one fight
But they come again with another matchup
He wins again 
And he doesn't stop winning
Until one day he's in that same spot
His shot at the big spot
And his opponent is mean,
A true killer of men
But he is stronger, tougher
He fights for the beat up, the broke down
He fights for those who have to beg
He fights for his family, for milk 
He fights for the very right to live and breathe
And he will not lose this fight
He will scratch, bite, claw his way
But he will not lose
And he doesn't 
And we won't
because losing isn't an option
because everything is riding on it
because suffering makes us stronger
because when life hits you hard, you don't fall down
You hit back

His muscles are tightened
and my intestines twist in my stomach juice.
His eyes are glued to the glowing screen,
but mine trace the curves of his back, shoulders, and neck.
I close my eyes and feel his touch,
his soft caress and tender ******.
My hands and fingers through his hair,
his chocolate skin and everywhere.

I open my eyes to the TV's glare.
Light shines back across him,
an arms length away from my burning.
I bite my tongue and hold my breath,
only breathing again at the fantasy
of someone loving me.
Saving me.

He's right there and doesn't know
how he makes me cry inside,
every time he moves an inch, laughs out loud, or-
god forbid he turns around.
He does just this, an looks at me,
smiles that smile and pats my knee.
As if he feels for me.
Won't you feel me please?

At home I lie in the dark,
trying to smell part of him on my clothes.
Nothing.
I stare at the ceiling,
my mind too full to let me close my eyes.
I'm only able to smile,
though I know I will later cry.
His image ingrained for another sleepless night.

Thank You Mr. Barstow
For your beautifully narrated
Video of family camping

During the summers from 1957 to 1961
The five-member Barstow family
Of Wethersfield,  Connecticut,
Set out to visit all 48
Of the then United States of America
On a series of month-long camping trips

They made sure
To go swimming in each of the Great Lakes

The family members
Positioned their bodies
So they would
Create the first letter
Of each lake

All the lakes looked so similar
They came up with this idea as a way to know
Which lake they were pictured in

Priceless

The son rolls up the back window
Of the station wagon

It reads, "Y'all Come
Sightseeing South
Summer - 1959

It is great to see an American family
Having so much fun

May God continue to bless the Barstow family

She was ***** and abused
Told her story to her lawyer
But recalling the scene in her mind
Couldn't make her feel better

She had a depression after
Feeling that she's *****
Afraid that when everyone knows it
She will be called bad and ugly

Who will listen or believe me?
They will think the fault was mine
If I did not show myself to him
Perhaps he won't be tempted to cross the line

Her lawyer really wants to fight
But she started keeping quiet
Why not?  The man who ***** her
Has now the stage finally set

Many victims like her in this world
End with a hopeless decision
Fearing life would be different
Just a pessimist's intuition

There is a boy over there

            No more than seventeen

No less than insane

(To some, that is. Some who can't see.)

This boy has a friend
(And yet no friends at all)

Who wears a great big mask at night
And makes Donnie feel small

Two universes,
One fate that can't be fought

versus a lonely boy,
a lonely girl,
and all of their genius thoughts