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A kind of torture
By Vogons
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Category Archives: Film
Old fashioned
Mine an old fashioned
Kind of silent movie
Secret smiles
Behind closed doors
Writing captions
Never spoken
Lying in bed
For hours
Only thinking
What's behind
Velvet curtain?
Sending flowers
Anonymous note
The rush and glitz
Glamour of colour
Took over my world
In the stillness
And quiet
Reminisce gentle images
Black and white
Sepia tones
The colour of my dreams
Hers the only rainbow
That matters
The Lost World
Open your eyes to a new world
Where life is created
The DNA of love
For millions of lifetimes
Travel over to where
We long to see, touch
Observe extinct species
Marvel at primitive instincts
A dangerous love
Born of experimentation
Nativity of reason
Extracted from mosquito
A far fetched dream
Comes to fruition
Playing with fire
Hiding in caves
Best leave this world
To the realm
Of fantastical intentions
If tempted to return
To its arms
Just remember how
Jurassic park ended
From now on
We won't hide ourselves
From the light
Love's anthem plays
All through the night
Lion
World presents digital pixels
Eyes adjust to scenery
Day long listening
To hearts on repeat
Stories neverending
Appeals, demands
Longings, refusals
Understanding
A girl in the background
Crying
Dog barking
Train horn in Dehli
Automatic voice
On the Toongabbie line
Selling my song
No cleaner air
Than what I breathe
Come down toward
Just shy of Antarctic
Weather is fine here
How could you think twice?
Part of your world
'Bright young women
Ready to stand
Ready to know
What the people know
Ask them my questions
And get some answers
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love?
Love to explore
That shore up above
Wandering free
Wish I could be
Part of your world'
~Ariel, 1989. (C) Disney
Part of that world, by Jodi Benson
A heart full
Funny how Cosette
Hands clutched to heart
Could sing of love
While another watching on
Full and empty
Is often only
A few streets
Between them
Mind games
Toying teasing
Playing with its strings
Only hurts the more
When love comes to
An end
How often no one knows
For whom
The river runs deeply
Until it flows no more
Indelicate words
The opening scene and theme
Of Four Weddings and a Funeral
Say the most indelicate word
In such a proper way
To convey intense feelings
For somebody or thing
Fear of missing out on love
The act of not giving in
Perhaps this word invades my mind
In such a proper way of late
Simply because frustration of
No other words to say
When someone has captured completely
All senses pervading with
The delight in submitting willingly
To the plight of love's great gift
Moonlight cinema
Star gazing
Big screen
Blue light
All night
Stuck on
Plot twist
Lead femme
Lost me
Wondering
How long
Could I sit
In the dark
Catching
A glimpse
Of reaction
To the sight
Moonlight
Cinema
Gravity
Giving way
Force
Like the first
Star wars
Irresistible
Memories
Imprinted
On reels
Of mind
Never another
First time
Being with you
In my life
Seamless
The crack in the wall
Glowing bright
In the darkness
Of a moonless night
Slipstream taking us
To other worlds
Underworld
Dark overlords
Time stands still
On this side
While senses ride
Down cavernous divide
Only one
In multiple galaxies
With loyal friend
Can evade its tricks
Old timey-wimey thing
Keeps pushing
The big button
To Who knows where
Do you dare or
Do I dare?
Come with me
Home in time
For tea
Count the stars of heaven 