Take a peek within my mind, taste the fruit of insanity. A dreamless abyss of my dark fantasy, where this fruit dost grow upon a gallows tree.
The Fruits of Insanity By: Adam M. Snow
Take a peek within my mind, taste the fruit of insanity. A dreamless abyss of my dark fantasy, where this fruit dost grow upon a gallows tree.
Where I lay, slumbering away; lost to my own world of insanity. I am my own dream falling upon time itself; fluttering away like murder of crows, into the blood red dusk, spreading wings to grow.
To be sane is to be insane, they are one, an endless cycle; as I am two but one.
So I say, "Take a bite upon this fruit, free your mind to a dream; a forever fantasy, within my insanity."
Love your lines "taste the fruit of my insanity, a dreamless abyss of my dark fantasy, where this fruit dost grow upon a gallows tree." Fantastically haunting. Thank you!
I enjoyed the poem. When you dance with insanity. Easy to add other folks to the craziness.
"To be sane is to be insane,
they are one,
an endless cycle;
as I am two but one. "
Thank you for sharing the outstanding poem. Above lines were my favorite.
Coyote
***Slaps his hands together**** Alright, here is my view and keep in mind i am just a dude, there is pain, but pride, an awesome pride that needs to break out.
wow... this captured me from the very beginning, the first stanza caught me and still at this moment remains the best of the piece:) the flow reminded me of a trickling stream, powerfully there, but whispered so you can't pull away. this was... just wow...:) great job snow:) it was amazing:)
"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow
I keep my work clean, I write to inspire others. Some people would even call me a philosopher, but w.. more..