June 7, 2009
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Unlock new turns and phrases
With words painted on a pastel of light
Meeting of the minds, eye to eye
Imbuing cortex stimuli, future sightWe gather in front of the beacons of data
Hyper-text forged subjective throught
Gazing upon the realm of each patron
A clone of id, ego, and dreams soughtWonder how I can reach these patrons
In ways only the image can stir
Creative wielding each shape and pixel
Which keys of lettering can only concurI find in me an unspoken desire
Express the mess that one can only digress
Seek kinship, beholding supernatural trials
To enhance the taste of life’s very crest…
I have no explanation for this poem … It just came out of me.
… and it had to go somewhere.
Comments (1)
Excellent “Channeling”. This is what I would call a “Modern” poem using the days vernacular. While my minds eye had some difficulty following,which is odd since I’m VK in NLP, my more kinetically connected self resonated with a beautiful complex mind yearning to touch, to meet, in the supernatural. At least that’s my first take…:)