smooth as cream,
mellow mood junkies
in an atmosphere
of serene escapes,
......I'm drifting away
moved by a musical
serenade of motion
no caution made,
::high::
on waves of cotton comfort,
my toes: curled
in a tangle of euphoria,
the sensation,
rose and fell
in the swell, of my breathing,
my mind, intent
on topics,
of expression, and intellect
the poetic subject,
(was infinity)
such is the content
that i gather, shape, and change,
from a scattered element of perceptions,
i formulate theory,
i interpret with epiphany,
and solidify judgment
i cast aside, and abandon
any wrongful prejudice,
by definition:
human nature is actually habit
what purpose do our marvels serve?,
but to capture envy and
sponsor our aspirations, further
more,
conscious.
(note to my readers: those, mystified,
in child like enchantment,
my gaze and views must remind you of wonders
as hard as you're staring)
i love this poem, it makes me feel...understood..haha