Post by Absinthe on Sept 11, 2008 13:45:29 GMT -6
This was written during my Literary Analysis class on Tuesday afternoon. Our professor is an exchange faculty member from a university in Hungary. Her English is very good, but her context is a bit off and so explainations of thing can get rather confused
Our ears tickle with sensation of sound
emenating from your moving lips.
Jumbled syllables create familiar words
with foreign meanings from alien thoughts.
Confusion runs rampant in leaps and bounds
playfully landing blows to occipital lobes
painting stars that dance interpretive movements
lending meaning to the words we know but can't comprehend.
We try to grasp these tantalizing sprites,
as we swim through fogs of fantasy.
We're a breath away from oblivion, smelling the salt of daydream beaches -
Your tongue lashes out with whip-like precision,
snapping us back to reality where we submit
to the mischief of Confusion, ceasing the turn of our wheels.
A spark could fuel a fire, raging with unstoppable force,
spreading to encompass the world's knowledgeable stores.
And so you keep striking that flint, just hoping to ignite
the packing of our brains. Strike on, Sensei, strike on.
[Even though its hopeless]
Our ears tickle with sensation of sound
emenating from your moving lips.
Jumbled syllables create familiar words
with foreign meanings from alien thoughts.
Confusion runs rampant in leaps and bounds
playfully landing blows to occipital lobes
painting stars that dance interpretive movements
lending meaning to the words we know but can't comprehend.
We try to grasp these tantalizing sprites,
as we swim through fogs of fantasy.
We're a breath away from oblivion, smelling the salt of daydream beaches -
Your tongue lashes out with whip-like precision,
snapping us back to reality where we submit
to the mischief of Confusion, ceasing the turn of our wheels.
A spark could fuel a fire, raging with unstoppable force,
spreading to encompass the world's knowledgeable stores.
And so you keep striking that flint, just hoping to ignite
the packing of our brains. Strike on, Sensei, strike on.
[Even though its hopeless]