Before I am Famous

literature is something we infer after the story is told

Sweet Infringence

Posted on | July 29, 2007 |

wild flowers grow through the garbage
a blue splashed sky sinks into a black ground.

I dive into the crystalline lake.
deep, pure sounds murmur in
sing-song back and forth through
the mind of mine.

singing to the love of the ancient world.
the roots grow deep and intertwine itself.

melodious serenity come to my noisy mind and
burn me with sweet infringence.

yearbook signatures scream from the past and I
grow stronger by the hour
wishing that I, too, can run around the
sun.

pricking my finger on the black rose
bloody lava erupts from my finger;
feeding the green Earth.

steel glass thorns encase my heart and I slowly bleed.
living blood runs over a cup of gold.

waiting

waiting

to be free.

Category: poetry corner

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