Gently gliding
through an air
of triumph, love, and ecstasy.
My head
takes it's place
amongst the clouds
and my hands
continue to reach
for the stars.
Subtle sunny skies
with lax limitations
so effortlessly...
I fly fearlessly
collide carelessly
with wonderful possibilities
generally unbeknownst to man.
My mind reclines
from its usual sanity
my body relaxes
and I prepare for the ride of my life.
I float through the air
I see knowledge
I smell love
I taste freedom
I hear the world
and I feel my soul.
All the while
I float through
my proverbial winds
of thought
and divine sociolojcal imagination
and phenomenal cultural experience.
I can only
hope,
pray,
and wish
for someone to see
beyond convention
through the lies
to view the world
through their very own eyes.
Author notes
Al apart of my new poetic ira. Trying, mixing, and blending various styles, techqiques and social and metaphoric situations to make a great poem.
A picture may be worth a thousand word, but a word could inspire a thousand thoughts and alter a life's course.
Hope you enjoyed this unique poetic brend. Thanks for reading,
BC.
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I really like this BC. To me its like floating through life. You get up do the same thing most days, go back to sleep and wake up to do it all again. Idk. Then again it reminds me of choices and acception. I may get it wrong but oh well lol. I loved it. great jb.
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I dig it
I totally like this piece, it is different, a very nice blend....wonderful work.
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