Tyres and treads burning....A Poem by MarshallBlistering between the false hope of liberty and the dream of a destiny beyond the stars and the cosmic intricacies of filtered rituals of nonsense, I stayed stymied on the crutches of traditional customs and conventions of writing. Even the telescopic vision of a faraway fantasy did not change rapidly until the burning smell of a laissez-faire life drove me into the strange new highways of poetry. Before too long I re-directed my attention to writing, reading and contemplation all of which came together in an implosion of thought. I wrote my first poem at the tender age of twelve and never stopped racing down the roadways of writing tyres burning and speedometer ticking Who can stop a getaway wordsmith from breaking vocab records for daring the unimaginable fantasy? Author NotesOptional © . All rights reserved, 8 hours ago© 2014 Marshall |
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