DEMENTIA

DEMENTIA

A Poem by LekANTIC

Pretty silhouette, psychedelic mystery
I happen to brivet on a place
were the road was fluffy like made of wool.
It was wide and wild
but the elephants swim and the ostriches fly.
The tigers eat grass,
the poisonous graters spit honey
and lots of animals that're horny
watching and playing beside the waterfall that's milky.

Right where I stand I felt wet
as there was a flowing wavy
mirror causing me a cold feet.
I gaze through, a long stare
at the scare that appear on ma face
and ponder the sort of whimsical creatures
that abode this queer place.

A pleasing distraction veil the moment
that was almost turning norm,
comes a visible of a awe being
that makes my whole numb.
Oh! you should have seen
the way she stroke her hair
and the smile that lead her face,
and all I thought was if I kiss her lips
would it have the same sweet taste?

Every of her steps lumine,
as butterflies perch on her hair,
fireflies on the cloth she wears
Her eyes' twitch look like butterfly's wings,
her smile brighter than summer sun,
her laughter's sweeter than bird's singing,
her skin tender than the new borns'
She's out of this world like another dimension,
her love like plague and I've caught the infection,
her enthralling beauty caught ma attention,
she's warm, horrendously sweet, and full of affection.

Believe me, you'll prefer her to euphoria.
She looks ordinary but mighter than phobias,
I'm anxious to know what her names are,
and at that spot that I are
other virile also gazed at the awe-inspiring glimpse.

Soon, as our eyes french-kissed,
she gave a smile that melts ma heart,
ma heart beats fast even as we metres apart.
No other star shines brighter compare to her,
I hope a day come we walk on the golden path.
Her breathe makes a frozen pole.
Her hands I'd like to hold till I'm old.

Heart filled with love,
Mind full of thoughts,
Million words can not,
Express ma feelings enough,
And then I ask if the men see her????
but I guess I've been touched by dementia.
Then I woke,
but I still see her with ma eyes closed,
of her love pills I'm overdosed........

© 2014 LekANTIC


Author's Note

LekANTIC
Just open the moving pictures of your mind.

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Added on November 20, 2014
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