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loved
By loved, 18 December, 2010

Mind Hands Coord

My mind’s like oceans waves
Surf upon surf tumbles
Over each another
Which way the next one does come
The oceans too do not know
How the waves decide
Which way to go
So is it with my flashing mind
Which way the brain waves flow
But the mind beats ahead of heart
Ere my life’s birthly start
My fingers drag along
But though slow
They sure do know
When and where to go

So if there is no show
Just imagine
Where my fingers
Linger so slow
And they know
That the beautiful
Orgasmic mind
Does know

loved

loved

14 years 6 months ago

I learnt metapflorical... manner of poemising

from neopoets best
they asked me
why don't u leave something
to imagination
and use ocean
in stead of a glass
so I did
and now
I also do
That's why I have been
oceanised
by u u u 22222

Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

14 years 6 months ago

loved

this is absolutly beautiful, for me this is the first time that you have really shared a look into your soul and your process, i was moved and taken a back by it.
the metaphors you use here are truly grand, the picture are so vivid and alive!
thanks for sharing the look inside lovelyHoney!
Always Eddie

R

raj

14 years 6 months ago

Sorry Loved..

sorry Loved..i didnt know that background about what others had suggested to you..but you surely did a good piece..

loved

loved

14 years 6 months ago

It is only at rare times

It is only rarely that
that my imagination bursts out in the way the volcanoes do and the ocean gives just some comfort to the tsunamis that may surface my mind is a jug full of juicy joy a sort of commotion and as someone before did ask why don't you leave something to imagination i took the cue and metaflorically flew from the wilds of my inner imagination into the far folds of the seeding eternity as my mind of its own does fathom albeit mysteriusly and unbeknown to me that my thought flow in such a manner even i don't know how they y=themselves fathom do you know or say the how is it for me

poemised version helped by my laps top!

Bursts of Imagination

It is only rarely
That my imagination bursts out
In a way volcanoes do
The ocean gives just some comfort
To the tsunamis
That may surface
My mind is a jug full of juicy joy
A sort of commotion
As someone before did ask
Why don't you leave something?
To imagination
I took the cue
Metaflorically I flew
From the wilds of my inner imagination,
Into the far folds of seeding eternity
As my mind of its own does fathom,
Albeit mysteriously
Unbeknown to me

That my thoughts flow
In such a manner
Even I don’t know
How they themselves
Emerge at random,
Do you know or say
The how?
Is it for me?
I compose all poetry
Thoughtlessly
And
Extemporarily
As this one now you can see