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Rob Timmins Poem
I just found my happy place.
Experimental modulation,
laying the perfect foundation
for a creative mind.
Live off the fruit of the land.
And
an honest obsession with intoxication, melting your polymer thoughts, remolding them into
metallic fantasies that feed on your every-day life.
I just found my dark side
smiling at me with shiny eyes.
Beckoning.
Luring me in
with the promise of an alternate reality where I'm the big-guy-screw-you making my own
moral and social regulations for everyone else to try and spit out over lunch.
He says its better with him.
He says its like when you're between being asleep and conscious. When you can give birth to
any self-animated sequence; and project it onto your Big Screen of a mind, socially
invincible. There's no laws, discipline or expectations. You're completely invincible.
He wants me to live in the dirge of the world,
walking with my head down low.
In some self-generated alternate reality.
Eyes half closed,
and head half empty.
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The dreamland calls me to bury myself deep into the warm, sweaty breast of a safer,
lawless land, that's comforting whilst maintaining the surrealism that's mirrored in the
passive, day-to-day life of most observers, humans, and astronauts.
Tonight I can be anyone, anything, superhuman, sub-human, superhero, anti-hero; or just
simply embrace the benefits of a world created entirely for me; courtesy of myself and my
subconscious. Disregard this universe, and create your own.
Sleep is the totally accessible, complimentary antidote to your messed up, gut-wrenchingly
predictable, miserable life.
The ship that sinks, but keeps on sailing.
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Abysmal bass blows holes mid-air,
celestial beings break bones.
It upsets the balance, and takes control.
"Stare up with me"
the air gets thick
like a translucent Saviour.
"Breathe in and release,
feel it rescue every temple in your body"
We obey.
Our necks are crooked,
stalking the rain with our eyes,
waiting for every bead
to sting as it explodes.
Climbing to the peak of ferocious stone gods.
You feel it in the back of your head
taking colossal steps,
up and up.
"Some thing's about to happen"
Anxious butterflies attack your stomach,
lifting primal energy
up and up.
Surge of electricity.
Abandoning simplicity.
Keep climbing
up and up.
"If we fall, its over"
CONFUSION
fights
FREEDOM.
ONE LAST STEP
"I think we made it"
We explode into sub-atomic beams of light,
spreading infectious positive energy
to all with open ears.
Hold on tight to skeletal boundaries,
throwing ourselves into
plump, fabric clouds.
"We are so beautiful"
Caution took the exit,
jealous in all this confusion,
one wrong step,
and you fall.
Failing to climb the air with your feet,
desperation greets you with an iconic smile
Minds collide.
Identities collapse.
Limp, they crawl under hostile rocks.
Freedom breaks free and
you feel the warmth
of a smile.
Brings you back down,
to buried animalistic tendencies
and the treasure-trail to happiness.
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