I sound like white noise
Quivering and still. The sound changing now With the frequency Back into me. I turned one notch To change the channel Because I can’t handle This episode. The lights blink As images Play in motion And I see them Dance like they should Till the ***** And fizzle back to black and white Blurring Into the SOUND.
There are scenes
I'd like to rewind some delete others re-shoot ones to work on in post production shots to subtitle some record and others replace to finally watch it like a movie
The Cosmic Dance
Sends me into a trance. I do love space It’s really ace. What more can I say? I need more pay! Speckled stars Form The Milky Way. Star Trekking I’d love to do. Talk about a room with a view. All those planets, all those stars, From exoplanets to sandy Mars. Space they call the final frontier, Others would rather stay right here. Sunny Earth is the place to be, Roaming widely, running free. See those palm trees, On those shores. In that soft breeze The great outdoors. Grasp the day, That’s the thing to do. Make it pay, It’s down to you. Paul Butters © PB 24\10\2017 (poem 2) – First two lines written 1.20 AM in my paper diary.
I'm just a moment,
That can last an eternity. A precious second, That's worth more your jewelries. A petite minute, That can change your life A blunt hour, That throws out all the lies. A weightless week, That fills all your time. A merry month, That can challenge your prime. And a yonder year, That's so close yet so far.
I saw a man
yesterday staring at the birds above circulating in the sky I could see his mind liberated in the smile that slowly made its way to his face
I will start a series of shorts depicting what I see