...And We Are All Background Noise in the Symphony of Ears

This is the first abstract poem that I've written, so if you wonder while reading this, it has no cohesive story or plot, it's just a bunch og images that came into my head during writing.




Think I’ll go and lose my mind

On a shining white mountain

Maybe I’ll be back again someday

In a hole or ditch somewhere, son



There’s a man there with eyes like Christ

And a tongue of burning fire

He’s grinning and laughing on a cross

Waiting to see if I’ll expire



The black majestic angel standing

Crying tears of vanity and shame

Opens his dirty wings to me

Wanting me to play his game



I hear a tambourine softly ringing

And a guitar strumming warm and deep

Strings buzz and hum in my brain

Playing a song of some sort of sleep



There she is lying down

Naked, by a legendary river

Frost forms around her breasts

But she does not want to shiver



And I love to touch her body

But I’d rather touch her mind

The rims of her glasses filled with fog

Behind them, what will I find?



The sun shines it’s blue rays

Down on me like a child

And the moon’s purple starwine

Ripens nuts and berries wild



So the metaphysical flower blooms

And pollinates my fingers and face

With unhappiness and sadness

And things loved by the human race



I’ve seen that in my younger days

That I was old and very wise

But now each day I grow older

I feel I always shrink in size



And that death is a maiden

And many times her cup I will sip

So I wait to feel her jagged hull

And to kiss her sour lips



I lie down tired and confused

Wishing that I could fly

And now every time and close my eyes

I think, “Is this what it feels like to die?”

 

The sun shines it’s blue rays

Down on me like a child

And the moon’s purple starwine

Ripens nuts and berries wild






if you change blue to another adjective than i think this is a really realy really strong stanza

 

I love it.

 

=]sometimes i wonder why you show me things that you write, because i usually end up sitting here gushing over how extremely wonderful they are and that you have major ass talent while you just sit there and say thank you. haha.
and yes, i do.
hahaha.
i love this poem, it's so amazing.
=]