Alias

Alias

Sydney Bristow is an agent for a subdivision of the government called SD-6. Her fiance is killed and her world comes crashing down as she finds that she wasn’t working for the CIA as she originally thought, and she has actually been working for the enemy. She becomes a double agent attempting to dismantle the enemy’s organization from within. But is her director at SD-6 really one of the bad guys? Will she ever find out what happened to her mother? Is anyone ever really who you think they are?

This show is filled with twists and turns in nearly every episode, sucking you in with the very first one. It becomes much more than your typical government show as they unearth the prophecies of Milo Rambaldi, the creator of devices that have the potential to destroy the world. Alias is a genre mix of everything- action, science fiction, romance, drama, and even some horror. Along with a star-studded cast featuring Jennifer Garner as Sydney Bristow and Bradley Cooper as her reliable friend Will Tipping. This show truly has it all, Showing us another brilliant work by J.J. Abrams.

9/10

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Prophecy

There once was a man named Rambaldi

Who wrote about a world he could see

That in the future would come to be

From all his inventions and the small fee

Of millions of lives to create the world seen by he

And only one woman holds the key

To stop the followers of a mad man’s prophecy.

Seduction

Darkness

 

Creeping through alleys

Toward unsuspecting victims

 

I’ll capture you

A spider with a fly

In my web of lies

 

I’m hungry

 

Looking for food

 

Fulfilled by lust

 

You look at me

Tell me you love me

Tell me you want me

 

And I’m satisfied.

Seeing Ghosts

Every time I turn around

I see you standing there.

You appeared without a sound

And at a glance, filled me with fear.

 

A blurred silhouette just standing

In the center of the room…

In my head is branding

An uneasy feeling of doom.

 

I know that I’m the only one

Who can see your kind,

But only after you’re already gone

I realize it’s only in my mind.

Cleopatra

She swings and she sways

To the trill of the piano,

With a facade of blonde hair

And the red lips of a vixen

To hide the fear held in her eyes

Of the terminal illness

Dancing in her veins

From dusk ’til dawn.

Copper

A penny for my thoughts?

Give me a pen and a paper

And I’ll take you on a journey

Past the contrasting black ink

On the white-as-snow page

And show you the mechanics

Of my brain. Here my thoughts

Are carried away on

Post-it notes of their own

Until they’re pieced together

Like separate pieces of the same puzzle,

A bigger idea made from

Several smaller ones

Placed out for very few to read.

Give me a penny, if you wish,

But I guarantee

It’s more than what you bargained for. 

Lovely Lady

You may be beautiful,

But what more do you have?

With looks, but no money?

I’ll pay you for your worth.

 

Some coins for your teeth

Royal with their pearly crowns.

 

A dozen dollars for your hair

Locks of their own without being captured by keys.

 

I gave you freedom from your looks

In exchange for a human toy.

 

Yes, you’re a lovely lady, doll.

The Way We Talk

Words taking flight

On a trip, traveling up my throat

Flitting across my tongue

And playing at the tip

Where they brush past my lips

And escape.

But what happens

When there are no words?

A different form of communication

Evolves without trying.

Your lips on mine-

The pressure, lingering, intensity

All signs that show me

What you want, need, desire.

A secret code, no-

A secret passed

From one pair of lips to another

A conversation that lasts a lifetime.

This language is our own.