Synaesthesia... Seeing music in colours words in colours feelings In colours
The gift of seeing music in colours
the curse of feelings in colours dark
to know words in colours
is that Godhood's in me
Let those that think on a higher level
know that the master of colours is near
he called me in claimed winds
and then told me a storm will begin
He said I think you know me
look into the murky seas for me
for soon I will come from the sea
in sepia profound dark glory
Then the sea shells sung
with no inhabitants in
for water does crush on cliffs
to claim the land again
But the colour is blue
is what Is seen of the sea
with algae to match green for sure as well
for she is generous to gives us air to breath
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
Synaesthesia... Seeing music in colours words in colours feelings In colours
The gift of seeing music in colours
the curse of feelings in colours dark
to know words in colours
is that Godhood's in me
Let those that think on a higher level
know that the master of colours is near
he called me in claimed winds
and then told me a storm will begin
He said I think you know me
look into the murky seas for me
for soon I will come from the sea
in sepia profound dark glory
Then the sea shells sung
with no inhabitants in
for water does crush on cliffs
to claim the land again
But the colour is blue
is what Is seen of the sea
with algae to match green for sure as well
for she is generous to gives us air to breath
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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