Psychedelic smoke
Rising in the backstreet of my shallow mind
Kiss my lips
With one more puff of your feverish wit
I am impressed
The way you looked into my eyes, while writing a poem
On the illusory canvas of my skeptic brain
You never looked that lucid to me
The way you behave tonight
Sober and clean
But this smoke is making me baffled
I should look for another sign
I should read your subconscious
I should behave like a competent shrink
I know not, what should I do?
I am just afraid of labeling you
You are like me, rather better than me
It is just the matter of misfortune
For you or for me
You are gaining insight
And I am losing one
In the dissociation of reality
Sep 07,2009
sanity is a myth but good write maybe you are losing it lol 10
On the illusory canvas of my skeptic brain You never looked that lucid to me............................oh what an expression by the imagery of Psychedelic smoke/Rising in the backstreet of my shallow mind, really wonder awes that happens to happen yet ingenious write,10+++, thanks for sharing
Know this wealth as dream, On it, why crown & gleam? Just like the wall of sand Empires of the world stand CP
A well penned..great piece.Thanks for sharing your talent with us
am just afraid of labeling you You are like me, rather better than me It is just the matter of misfortune For you or for me You are gaining insight And I am losing one In the dissociation of reality Reality is a reletive concept and it changes as the context changes. One gaining insight while the other loosing it seems no sharing of reality happening there. I gave up labelling and diagnosing long time ago as it is an insane act to fix people with lables who may be beyond our so called sane comprehension and who do not fit into our standardised form of reality. I don't know if you are trying to say what i have understood! But as always I wouls say; mutiple perceptions and multiple realities! 8/9/09
The look of eyes sometime is sharper than sword. The same eyes many times show a sign of love. Eyes can express many things as an index of the mind. The poem is well composed
The question of ' What should I do' coming at the end of the verse is in just the right space after making a summary of what attraction is doing to the mind - - the usage of strong descriptive comparisons too is all adding to the power of this fine romantic poem....10 from Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
where is sanity to lose it, doc? loved some expressions like 'backstreet of my shallow mind/illusory canvas of my skeptic brain' enjoyed reading...