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Pop Culture Poetry: Restored (Tron: Legacy)

25 Aug


He glides ahead on his light jet
And takes aim of the foes
Whoever’s on that gatling gun
Has kept him on his toes

He barrel rolls across the top
Of his enemy’s ship
The image of the pilot cracks
Across him like a whip

Time slows down as he comes face
To face with the creator
The user sees right through his mask
His expression cries “Traitor”

Although the moment passes by
Within a flash of light
To the former guardian
It feels like a fortnight

Sorrow and remorse wash over
The user’s old face
He’s aged so much since last they spoke
And not with any grace

He finishes his barrel roll
And the corruption fights
Harder than it ever has
But his old code invites

The former guardian to follow
What he’s meant to do
It started with a trickle at
The Disc Wars and then grew

As he thought more of the users
He swore to protect
Seeing his old friend now did
Help to fully reject

The corruption in his veins
Because he knew the truth
About his master, because even
Though his face had youth

It never once did show the pain
Or passion or the love
That the user showed just now
As he passed by above

His master locked his targets on
Their ship and took his aim
Too bad his old right hand man
Was no longer the same

“I fight…” the guardian growled
No more would he forget
“For the user!” as crashed
Into his master’s jet

As he plummeted towards
The sea of simulation
He felt an overwhelming sense
Of joy and liberation

He had to make sure his old friend
Was kept safe from the guards
He pulled his spare baton out but
It wasn’t in the cards

His master wouldn’t go so easy
He snatched away the spare
And formed another light jet in a
Brilliant flash and flare

It was the last thing that he saw
Before he was swallowed
By the sea of simulation
Just darkness followed

The liquid penetrated him
And his power did sever
Everything shut down as he
Slowly sunk forever

He saw a tiny blue light grow
And felt his power course
Restoring him to what he was:
The system’s guarding force

Pop Culture Poetry: Corrupted (Tron:Legacy)

25 Aug


Something eats away at him
A conflict in his code
Somewhere he’s been rewired
To not access the node

That does define just what he is
A guardian of all
Although he can no longer hear
He still can feel the call

Cycles pass while he ignores
The splinter in his mind
That whispers he is no longer
Free roaming, but confined

Shackled by the copy of
The one who made this place
Many cycles had now passed
Since last he saw that face

The real one, not the clone who thinks
He’s without imperfection
The more he thinks, the more he sees
The clone’s a pale reflection

Of the man who brought him in
To watch over the weak
Ever since the user left
This world’s been much more bleak

He readies for another game
Of Disc Wars for the crowd
They chant a name that’s not his own
But all he hears is loud

Whirring from his systems which
Now warble from inside
Amplified by the helmet
In which he does now hide

He battles the next contestant
This one seems not the same
He moves and thinks so differently
Not shackled by the game

His reflexes are lightning fast
He dodges and evades
Every single offensive
Attack he takes and trades

The former guardian sees a
Moment to end the fight
He takes the challenger down and
Goes to turn out his light

But something trickles to the Grid
A single drop of blood
“User!” he growls to himself
And all emotions flood

It’s the first time in a while
He’s said something aloud
The corruption retreats from
The slowly lifting shroud

But suddenly it takes a hold
Of his systems once more
Causing him to break the oath
That he at one time swore

He brings the downed combatant to
His master to appraise
As the two converse, he stands
Corrupted, in a daze

A mindless drone no longer meant
For protecting his peers
But once again, for just a moment
The corruption clears

“User” echos in his mind
“I fight…” he starts to think
But before he finishes
His resolve loses sync

The corruption takes over
And once again he waits
Serving every order that
The look-a-like dictates

Pop Culture Poetry: Familiar Blue

16 Aug

*Selected as Poem of the Day on the UK Poetry Forum: http://www.thepoetryforum.co.uk/showthread.php?t=21127

Familiar Blue

Twin suns beat down
As I make my way
To see your boy
To make sure he’s okay

You’ve been gone so long
But you’re with me still
Kind of blame myself
Think I always will

It’s what keeps me going
After all of these years
After all the regret
After all of the tears

I remind myself
It wasn’t you on that shore
Try to recall the man
That you were before

Hero with no fear
My brother, my friend
But the more I remember
The more I descend

Broken down
And all alone
Tired mind
And tired bones

So I walk the Wastes
But I walk so slow
Afraid I’ll fade away
Before it’s time to go

But when I see his eyes
That familiar blue
I see a new hope
to make it up to you

Another chance
To make it all okay
It’s what keeps me going
From day to day

So I’ll keep waiting
Till the time is right
When the darkness falls
To the blinding light

Till the day the force
Brings him in
To be the man
You could have been