"synthesia" poems
I cannot see you, but eye can !
Ears cannot hear, but the heart can,
Smart Sherlock's wisdom
might deduce the essence of your silent deflection.
Spiralling on the thermals of the mind,
the higher eye soars surveying the event horizon that
spreads like an oil slick before my gaze,
The world and all that's in it , out of it,
Spinning ,spinning. I can see,
And of that interaction, that total neural interface,
that synthesia of being
Was that the step out of the Old?
I'll finish for today and carry on.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
First you introduce as pop
Then you let him know you are indie
Afterwards tell him how much you love him thru jazz and how you shiver in electro
Sometimes you can be insane you drop to hard-style bass and you scream in nu-metal
Then you turn to rock cause you're feeling better
Once you've calmed yourself chill-waves settled in your ambient
You do your last ballad dance and you end with a folk bow
Slowly fading back into synthesia dream pop
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC