word patterns

by hippigrrl

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-08-26 11:42:00

the walls close in
and wrap me
in a cacoon
i break free
and plant a tree
in the grass

watch it grow
i lay in the dark
and dream
of madmen
and beautiful goddess’s
dancing around me
full of joy

i dream
of giddy joy
of people being free
and happy
dancing singin
and rejoicing in being alive

i watch the tv tower
crumble
and the hypnosis wear off

i watch the new renissance
grow out of the dark moldy corners

i let the words spill onto the page
and dont hold back
for i am just an interpreter
a reciever
of information from the cosmos

i exist
there for i dream
then i create
something
new