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!"

i listened
to the sweet melody
you created
by the sweep of your fingers
curving those delicate fingers
making your skin tingle
and rattle.
kissing each note
with a soft greeting
but a hard farewell.
unveiling your soul
and all your intracies

Disgust vile feelings that bubble in the heat of my blood as they course the intracies of my veins they reach my and I collapse to my knees and weep tears they never seem to end as I start drowning in this closed room that I have created these feelings finally make their way into my brain and I begin to swim against what tears I have cried I do not wish to fall victim to my sorrow and I can create a new hope can't I  is that even possible what is this cold feeling I have icing the heat that travels through my blood it's your touch thank you from saving me from my self thank you now that I am frozen in the happiness I leave the rest to you