Remember the message
on video home system tapes
"Be Kind, Please Rewind",
Though VHS tapes are an
invention of the past
Kindness still has to last;
"Be kind, please rewind"
Keep the next person in mind
"Be kind, please rewind"
Consider the next person in line
VHS tapes are fading from memory
but don't you forget the saying:
Be kind, please rewind...
A voice recorded, soft but clear,
Echoes pain we failed to hear.
Hannah spoke from shadows deep,
Of secrets buried none should keep.
A hallway's whisper, locker stares,
Unseen wounds and empty chairs.
A photo passed, a cruel slight,
Each reason dimmed another light.
Justin's love turned into blame,
Jessica’s tears, the haunting shame.
Bryce’s smirk, a predator’s grin,
The silence loud—it let him win.
Clay rewinds but can't undo,
The paths they crossed, the truths they knew.
Mr. Porter, blind and slow,
Let chances slip and let her go.
Zach took notes but not her cries,
While Tyler's lens revealed the lies.
Alex sank beneath the weight,
Of guilt, too heavy and too late.
Thirteen stories, thirteen names,
A map of hurt, a trail of flames.
In every voice, a fractured plea:
“Would someone have stood up for me?”
Libraries put biblioklepts on wanted posters
In workrooms next to aluminum coffee pots and toasters
So, the librarians will not check these felons out
Because they steal books and tapes without a doubt
I have the vinyl the tapes and c ds
Now I can stream whenever I please
There one in the pile, one I adore
One that meant much and now even more
For when I was young
it was just a sweet song
But now I am old and I got it all wrong
For who could imagine what we would live through
And now for our children and grandchildren too
So will those who can , will they answer the call?
For if’n they don’t
then God help us all.
We have no surveillance tapes
No ring doorbell to capture strangers or friends
Our house could be unlocked day, night and on weekends
Our dogs like the inside door open
So, they can look out the glass door on the outside
Our dog doors are open twenty-four seven
So, critters can get in if they need to
They do not stay long
Our dogs are the size of ponies
Which is also why we never have to lock our doors
Baby you got me so obsessed
You know Im twisted up twice
Like 720 degrees
You know I aint nothing nice
But you got to admit
You love riding with me
My old friends might ask
What made you break,
what gave you the disease
If I got back to work
Theyd all shut up
And act like “My nigga Please.”
Please bring a track for me
Tapes push back tapes pause with glee
But you know the rain
It falls down cold
The know the thing, I believe
That it falls down on me.
Don’t bring your ice a fussin x 2
Don’t bring you rock so cold
So this is hustle city
Motherers back up
When they find out the true definition of a ****
Its so scary But you know what
I cant do much when they
Find out which one I love
Its a cold day outside but inside
Its as warm as july
Inside I see the drama on this guy
I love to watch it fly
With her i hate when she goes
With her I masterbated and she knows
Its alright, its alright she can do that
Its alright I thought she knew that
She said - I know - I love it when you do that. I love it when you do that to So Imma do that to you
Cause hey girl hey girl hey girl
I love that I love that
#Blue_ticked
Feel like I have been locked out from heavens gates, the screaming so internally bloating, my veins turns green, could I be internally bleeding?
I said; I'm fine not immune to pain, please come closer, look clearly, the ruins you have created, my emotions in bruises, maybe I'm susceptible to pain, blame me not for being human
Remove the red tapes, allow me to be, to say and to show. Stop expecting, I'm me not they, don't blue tick me, confront me, force me to break, my body has reached its brim of pretending, of manning up, of being strong, please don't just blue tick,
It's my grave you digging, I'm not ready to die, as of yet, not like the rest, I'm not the rest but me,
Open your heart, listen up, come a little closer, look my direction, I'm here not going anywhere, not going to be silenced, hear the ticking emotional bomb beeping inside me, I'm about to detonate any minute,
please stop blue ticking, just stop forcing to add me to statistics, I'm me not they, I'm I not the rest
Just stop blue ticking me
#Poetic_Ink
The corner video store
With the neon lights,
Was the place to be
On Friday nights ...
Only black VHS tapes
In clear, plastic cases,
Lined the 'HORROR' sections
Of my favorite places
From left to right ...
Up and down the walls,
There were bloody fangs
... And killer dolls
Aliens and dinosaurs
Monsters on the prowl,
Giant sharks terrorize
Wild, werewolves howl
Next to white masked men
Hungry zombies run amok,
If my favorite's already gone
... Then, I'm out of luck
Demons and busted ghosts
Wicked witches casting spells,
Vampires and psychos
Dark houses and hotels
Wire rack rentals of ...
Haunted cars and T.V.'s,
Eventually, I'd take my pick
And then, go pay the fees
With a sack of popcorn
For three days I'd slouch,
Against the biggest pillow
On the end of our couch
The whole house was dark
But, the T.V. screen shined,
Back in the days ...
Of "Be Kind. Rewind."
Beta and the VHS
Could not be beaten years ago.
A childhood of watching tapes...
These were standard video.
Then throughout my teenage years
The DVD was made.
The quality was noticeable
Because of this upgrade.
Discs progressed over more years...
Along came the Blu-ray.
Evolution yet again
Of picture and display.
Ultraviolet and 3D...
Digital copies too.
Many ways to watch a film...
These are just a few.
These days, resolution lies
In glamourous 4K...
Up to four times better than
The typical Blu-ray.
From what I've heard of resolution
8K is the best.
I wonder how when the time comes
It compares to the rest?
("Perception/Reality Merit Badge" #62, 2015, original oil)
Smoke and Mirrors
Amid the flux
Of shimmering sound and vision
Someone is lying
Is it your eyes
Is it your ears
Is it those pulling the levers
And splicing the tapes
Or is it all of the above?
In the end
It’s not the lying that matters
Since that’s what senses
And people do
It’s the believing
That will get you in trouble
Every time.
(8/14/24
China on the boom
On steels, chips, tapes and tiles
That burst into bloom.
Roses curve almost as delightful as her curves
Roses curve like cursive italics
Roses curve like bed sheets
We sleep on petals in Brazil, eyes azul
Love is crazy and I'm a fool
For you I'd drop dead by bullet because your gorgeous shouts gracious goodness
Roses made the word vivacious
Curves that aren't tasteless
Let's face it nobody knows where lost souls find hope
But when we slow dance with no audience, I swear I've found it
Roses die but the feelings forever grow
Roses curve like her smile and it makes joy bloom
Roses bow but this bouquet isn't for the play
She takes center stage
My darlin darlin, my gorgeous rose
This love is old school, it's all I need
Old school cassette tapes with the same warm sound as your voice
Vinyl symphonies that match your heartbeat
I just want that to be
My theme music for my paper machete mentality
Molding this house of balloons while I watch channel orange
Her Divine Feminine sharing the same background
With my Igor reflection
Love is a wasteland
But the petals we dance on make it easier
p.s. the world slows down with you in my arms...
The grandkids came to visit
So, in tribute to the past,
We honored a tradition
That I never knew would last.
For when our kids were younger,
We would play our favorite tapes
And we’d dance around the living room,
The greatest of escapes.
We’d bust out all our fancy moves
And slide across the floor,
The joy so precious, who could ever
Ask for something more?
Yet now, one grown-up kid is back
With children of his own,
So all of us kicked up our feet,
With music from the phone.
The thrill was back as we let loose,
Our smiles both bright and wide,
As, young and old, we danced in tune
With how we felt inside.
During the 70s I felt really so alone
so joined a Penpals Worldwide club
this I really enjoyed meeting new friends
watching for a mailman hoping for a flood
In the UK I had a few of them
remember Janet and Janice across the border
also written a lot to Jane in Wales
so good to receive letters in any order
We exchange photos with each other
remember in Germany there was lovely Brigitte
who was a really attractive blonde
enjoyed reading her pen, such a hit
A special friend was Joan in Chicago
we first, exchanged letters, them onto tapes
so nice to hear each other's voice
we sent each other sweets of various shapes
But never met one another
though I did check price of a flight
then I met my future wife Jean
so Joan and I ceased to write
I often wonder where they're now
and wish life for them has been clear
trust they're happy and at peace
still loved the penful memories of yesteryear
(In the 70s, I remember such happy times of having many penfriends across the world, it was a blessed time of happy memories, but often wonder where they all are now.)
With the help of new technology,
We’re privileged again
To have a brand-new Beatles song
Entitled “Now and Then.”
Though, sadly, John and George are gone,
Their vocals are alive
And tapes of their guitar finesse
Have managed to survive.
Combining those with Paul and Ringo
Singing and on drums,
A song has been created
Which, with video, becomes
A wistful and nostalgic visit
To those magic years
When the Beatles made their music
As we followed their careers.
Not five minutes is required
To relive an era when
We were young and found the Beatles,
Unaware that now was then.
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