"axons" poems - Hello Poetry

Manila is beautiful at night, Seen from overhead, high above rainclouds in the night sky with a tantalizing view of car exhaust and the debris of broken dreams Manila is beautiful at night. It comes and goes like a shadow in flickering light. At first, it hides behind wispy rain clouds, playful as a child hiding in his mother's skirt. If you look closely, it's lights glisten-- golden and teasing It's incessant winking, an almost promise of what's to come From your aerial vantage point, you wonder: "This is what it must be like to be an Angel when they fly" Below the city, with all it's secrets, sprawls like a handful: A rich lady's heirloom diamonds, thrown carelessly on a ***** floor. It will somehow remind you of a creature: perhaps human, or Leviathan in it's wake Cities, after all, are their own specie of living things At first it is looks like a Brain, with neurons and synapses electric and active Certain spots of the city: mall compelexes and large parking lots, like the nuclei of a brain cell the roads that lead to and fro, the cars zipping up and down in red and yellow lines remind you of dendrites and axons, stretching far They communicate with each other in their own language; a code Your imagination runs wild with untamed fantasy On next glance, it looks like a heart. The whole city pulses magnificently in unison it seems. Thud, thud. Thud, thud. You feel it? Your heart follows it's tantalizing rhythmic pattern, it's muscle beats Though and through the city pumps it's lifeblood into each nook and cranny Oh how it entices your passion so. At last you seem to hear it breathing. Listen closely and hear Manila inhale and exhale in steady tunes Inhale, and exhale-- a silence comes over you, And it's strangely reminiscent of amazement, excitement and bitter fear Your ears dull and you listen to the rush of air in your lungs, the deep drum bass of the pounding of your heart the dizzying feeling that exists in your brain Manila really is beautiful at night. In the shroud of darkness, it rises from slumber; Vivacious and lovely, it's seductive and free Manila is lovely. Manila is a woman, as it should be.

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Jan 6, 2014

Jan 6, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC

alxithymia

Pearl City (Part One)

Manila is beautiful at night, Seen from overhead, high above rainclouds in the night sky with a tantalizing view of car exhaust and the debris of broken dreams Manila is beautiful at night. It comes and goes like a shadow in flickering light. At first, it hides behind wispy rain clouds, playful as a child hiding in his mother's skirt. If you look closely, it's lights glisten-- golden and teasing It's incessant winking, an almost promise of what's to come From your aerial vantage point, you wonder: "This is what it must be like to be an Angel when they fly" Below the city, with all it's secrets, sprawls like a handful: A rich lady's heirloom diamonds, thrown carelessly on a ***** floor. It will somehow remind you of a creature: perhaps human, or Leviathan in it's wake Cities, after all, are their own specie of living things At first it is looks like a Brain, with neurons and synapses electric and active Certain spots of the city: mall compelexes and large parking lots, like the nuclei of a brain cell the roads that lead to and fro, the cars zipping up and down in red and yellow lines remind you of dendrites and axons, stretching far They communicate with each other in their own language; a code Your imagination runs wild with untamed fantasy On next glance, it looks like a heart. The whole city pulses magnificently in unison it seems. Thud, thud. Thud, thud. You feel it? Your heart follows it's tantalizing rhythmic pattern, it's muscle beats Though and through the city pumps it's lifeblood into each nook and cranny Oh how it entices your passion so. At last you seem to hear it breathing. Listen closely and hear Manila inhale and exhale in steady tunes Inhale, and exhale-- a silence comes over you, And it's strangely reminiscent of amazement, excitement and bitter fear Your ears dull and you listen to the rush of air in your lungs, the deep drum bass of the pounding of your heart the dizzying feeling that exists in your brain Manila really is beautiful at night. In the shroud of darkness, it rises from slumber; Vivacious and lovely, it's seductive and free Manila is lovely. Manila is a woman, as it should be.