Liberal Arts Thoughts
by David Lester Young
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
Print Save Become a Fan
Recent poems by David Lester Young
Birthday Wish For April 30th
Bang Bang Craven For Peace
Vietnam Veteran American Dream Rant
Wild Flower HeArt of Texas Poem And Lyrics
Wild Flower HeArt of Sweetheart Texas
>> View all 2,367
Music of creative auditory imaginations
Creating hallucinogenic manifestations.
Notes stimulating erotic sensual pleasures,
Amatory cuddling of nature’s magnificence,
Mirage intertwined in living miracles of harmony.
Fantasies of creative visions illuminating minds,
Inner sight of one’s conception of our universe,
Whorfian hypothesis of dynamic linguistics,
Speech levitating audiences stimulating thought
Capturing them in silence, exploding them in applause.
Art masterpieces carrying the diversity of humanity.
Consternation of endless puzzles of combinations,
Equanimity to its appraiser and owner of its value.
Divergent reasoning creating pleasure upon viewing,
Artisanship of independent intellectual pleasures.
Salivating aromas craving substantive sustenance,
Menu of words enticing images of favorite treats.
Taste buds imaging imaginary morsels licking lips,
Scrumptious savory imprinted implanted illusions.
Piece de resistance making dieters drool.
Tactile sensation so softly enticing,
Silky satin sheen sliding over naked bodies,
Static electricity raising goose bumps of love.
Nerve endings quaking inside desires,
Friction of skin abrasives polishing lovers of words.
Exploring writers of extrasensory perceptions,
Imaginations transcending beyond all boundaries
Charting the wilderness of unknown elements,
Traversing the mind of imprisoned limitations,
Chef d'oeuvre of liberal arts.
Note: In my humble way of using the English language, the enemy inside me must realize the freedom to float in my dreams of my fantasies, poetic disillusions of hallucinogenic adrenaline prayers of faith; that words are my salvation to my purpose, to enlighten others in the use of the liberal arts of their existence.
Somewhere in America not on company time 10/14/04
The Terminated Crossfire Poet
Free spirited hair of the convertible ride of tranquility