Vincent Knight

Updating Your Files

On my computer... It's like a dream when I see you. But it's like an update when I meet you. From memory of the past, to refreshing your profile. Data from days we missed apart restored between us. I'm just glad to see you. Forever we are family. It's in our code. Always in my mental abode. Stored in my files until the end of time. Rewind. I write the words down so we can have them in mind. The days go by logged in my calendar. Files unwritten, just memories from the youth, To the end of us all.

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Slit Pupil

Focus snaking around the air Tracing the charmer's notes Listening to the flutist's song of their evil affairs Snake pupils Sins from the devil Satan brings an exotic dancer to be glared Hypnotic motions Winding body of scales Pupils snake and trace The devil gains power All lustful eyes must beware The quartet of performers Their souls ensnared One hell of a life A monster comes, joins the audience Slave to the music Or slave to the will Slave to the masters who said I cannot kill Musical notes crawl the stairs Barred from heaven Your eyes can only gaze Poisoned pagans must bask In their own un-desires The monster's chant lives on The flute plays his song The quartet gets along And their lives go on A hell of a life

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Waking Up

God's Eye looking at you Splitting you into two Distracting you from the world Angels' Chords singing to you Resonating parts of you Helping you unfurl Red strings, bones, muscles Blood pumps, lungs balloon Light shines, mind swirls How will you handle Being a small speck On this tiny world Pow goes the gun Hurled, you go shoot From the cannon, the barrel To live life on Earth You wallk the forest Often scattering the squirrels Who live peacefully Without any thoughts Of a greater, another world

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Songbird and The Showman

Part 1 Angelic audience, hear and behold the spectacle. The tweetie bird emits a voice of gold. Esteemed and reverered on stage, a pair's song is told. They are the show, they are the stage, but for who is this scene being sold? According to the pair, that answer doesn't matter. The Showman, lost in his bliss, cannot see the critics scatter. The songly bird …

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From Grace

There’s nothing beautiful in a tumble. It’s one of many ways to Fall. No. There’s nothing beautiful in a tumble. Sad or Pitiful at worst, So there’s nothing beautiful in a tumble. Comical and Pathetic at best, But there’s nothing beautiful in a tumble. Sudden, hopefully short lived or brief, Because there’s nothing beautiful in a tumble. There is great…

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by Vincent Knight