Long Lcd Poems

Sailing along on edge
Convenience, forgotfulness
Wayward beliefs once simple
A world supposedly, not flat

Then, tell me...
Why are we falling
Bruised eyes, off peering
Life, living lies
In this thing called internet

Where is hope 
Stretched out
In a few ample strokes
What are...

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These 4 walls


She stares with those big brown eyes
glazing over from the images
of a square fantasy world

Mentally masturbating the oozing 
daydream droplets which swim
upstream along radio waves

This is her escape from a reality hidden
behind locked...

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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I live my life sober and clean
but once was called a bean

I started with promise and hope 
then found myself drowning in dope

I smoked a dart from a pack I found 
that led me to...

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Zombies
By LDB

The day my heart fell was the day I met you
Crashing, like the peaking waves in the LCD were true
But I was dead when I met you and first held your hand
Alcohol and addiction...

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Our first TV, a Mullard, maybe Murphy, black and white
five minutes for it to warm up, and it smelt of Bakelite,
the back was made of hardboard punched with rows of tiny slots
which cast a reddish...

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MONITOR'S PREMONITION
Your heart is the size
Of your fist
Is it a hearsay?
A tell tale
A belief-
He is booked
Tentacles arrested him
With vacuum locks.
Lying pale in blue open coat
Chest, right and left
Ankles, wrists and abdomen.
Lines on screen dances
With eerie...

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Part of the denominator, 
extraordinary matters level off 
and find the lowest trough. 
The so-called experts 
joust with the pretenders, 
and they are wrestling still. 

In days of yore the Seer 
would proclaim the truth,...

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Part of the denominator,
extraordinary matters level off
and find the lowest trough.
So-called excellence will
joust with tomfoolery,
and they are wrestling still.

In days of yore the seer
would declaim the truth, 
accepted by the old, the youth,
whereas for now...

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World of colours twinkling like stars,
I really wonder, how mesmerising could be Bazaar.

When one is low, 
When one is free,
When one wants to have some fun,
Going to bazaar would be awesome.

Wow! See that shop.
Don’t you...

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we share a love, you and I;

uploaded amongst the wireless bandwidths, bits and bytes, enmeshed and encrypted.

a love transcending beyond the mesh of space and time;

a love that’s spread on the pane of an lcd...

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Look to the right
Look to the left
Look down in front
Take my first step

Eyes on the clock
Then up the block
Something ain't right
It's six o'clock

Bus isn't here
Isn't this great!
Want that promotion
Being late will raise the stakes

Finally here
Guess...

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Silence
By Kevin Robey
September 14, 2013

After all the chaos, nothing left but silence
Stray thoughts die away in the ambulance
Dripping clear fluid lines the bags hanging on
The drops sounding the siren of my dying song

Am I coming...

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I woke up today or was it yesterday

I dress to leave like I did on Tuesday or was it Wednesday

I drive the mile to work or did I, I can't remember as I do it...

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The LCD stares back at me.
I long for home time,  to be set free.
The clock on the wall 
Seems to have stalled. 
Lashed to my desk with headset on
The days seems one long marathon.
Like...

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