Speed of Light
By JudeAce
I do not remember my poems- Orgasmic ideas explode deep within me As images, words, meters spontaneously unfold, Tasty emotions refined through a cosmic veil... I’m living real hard But that’s my living devotion To truth and knowledge And audacious dreams... I’m too caught up in anonymous emotions At least that’s what they say to me But wondrous worlds of metaphoric splendor So do embrace me I become a sieve inside a mystical garden Watering ideas inside new brains... Precious drops of delirious splendor Inside my wandering eye Release spectrums of surreal and spacious syntax Into cool winds soothing this evening’s muse... I listen to opinions inside gray matter- I speak to whims of ethereal appearance- I ride the invisible stallion of freedom To a river where I can refresh my burden And clear the dust from my weary views Tired but not malnourished, For a creative urge controls my way... So I wait and wonder on this wonderful evening What do my poems really imply? And when is their time about to come- But I know that’s just a rhetorical question And that time is only an illusion When living at the speed of light... Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 03:48 PM PST 10 • 0
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