Spinning like a crazy top…
Colors blur to black and white.
(Lost perspectives)
Ambition!
Perdition!
The rush of adrenalin:
Mistaken for fulfillment…
As I twirl around drunkenly,
On a cosmic oneiric carousel.
Manic laughter rings through the air…
Distorted music pumps my heart-beat.
(Lost perspectives)
Elation!
Deflation!
The crazy rush of exaltation,
Mistaken for passion, whilst
Twirling around and around…
On a cosmic oneiric carousel.
The spinning soon decreases…
From the heights the Earth tumbles inwards
(Lost perspectives)
Reflection!
Meditation!
The sad remnants of a cosmic high
Mistaken for melancholia
As the twirling motion abruptly stops…
On a cosmic oneiric carousel – called life.
© G.s.k ‘13
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Reading that definitely made me feel like I was on a very fast carousel. Great job.
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Thanks for the comment…and hope your head’s stopped spinning!
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Not yet, but the day’s still young.
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Ha! Maybe for you…here it’s late afternoon! 😉
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(Lost perspectives of the important things of life)
yeah somehow I doubt it bast 😉
“Meditation!” <—- what if we started bick-ram Naked-Hot medition classes… like the yoga. Who's IN!
haha. bast, that was an incredible poem keeeeeep going.
jim
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I listen to the sound of one hand clapping… Mu! 😉
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haha right!
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Really liked this one! I’ll have to read it twice though: it’s deepness masks itself under the apparent clearness of words.. Reblogging :)!
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Thank you very much for the comment and the reblog! I’m glad you caught that about the cleareness of words..
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L’ha ribloggato su Vetrina Mentale d'Emilio dei Neri.
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