there's a sun in my mind.its peak,gets me tanned.
another dog bites his bark
a fish revels in a walk
the sea goes shallow
for me.
when i close my eye
planets squish,
like apes mating
a circle grows a bubble
i feel a slow train
on my spine.
when i close the other one
for a brief lull
i go blind
in my mind's eye
then burst,
a volcano in a jar.
torched flames,colours speeding wild
like the first thought.
multiple rainbows
a flying snake coiled on
pyramid of shades
and unnamed hues
a vortex of red
plays a carpet for me
red,red..
a planet shaped of blood
in the universe of mind.
if this,
what last moments feel like
i'd oblige to death
many a times.
when i close my eyes
i see,hearing an earth revive
the ground walking itself
another mile,
the teeth of roads tattering
with defunct motors,
towered in a pile.
when i close my mind
i open my eyes
termite eaten wood,
a bag of wheat
even a pigeon
would despise.
a bed soaked with sweat
of running dreams
a window cracked
with the tremors
of my whip tail.
when i close my eyes
there is a sun in my mind
Poetry by ben
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Written on 2006-10-21 at 12:51
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when i close my eyeanother dog bites his bark
a fish revels in a walk
the sea goes shallow
for me.
when i close my eye
planets squish,
like apes mating
a circle grows a bubble
i feel a slow train
on my spine.
when i close the other one
for a brief lull
i go blind
in my mind's eye
then burst,
a volcano in a jar.
torched flames,colours speeding wild
like the first thought.
multiple rainbows
a flying snake coiled on
pyramid of shades
and unnamed hues
a vortex of red
plays a carpet for me
red,red..
a planet shaped of blood
in the universe of mind.
if this,
what last moments feel like
i'd oblige to death
many a times.
when i close my eyes
i see,hearing an earth revive
the ground walking itself
another mile,
the teeth of roads tattering
with defunct motors,
towered in a pile.
when i close my mind
i open my eyes
termite eaten wood,
a bag of wheat
even a pigeon
would despise.
a bed soaked with sweat
of running dreams
a window cracked
with the tremors
of my whip tail.
when i close my eyes
there is a sun in my mind
Poetry by ben
Read 632 times
Written on 2006-10-21 at 12:51
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