Here I am: Standing naked of earth and sand – To rid this dusty land of legacy and rotted out bones, bleed ashen words upon this page of virgin tones. My youth, thus, desecrated – imprudence awaits, a trust and an unknowing glance from a sleepy boy’s eyes, Why, is this a generational hindrance from ancient times? Or, was it simply her? I don’t know, … Continue reading A Nostalgic Bruise
Lost! Within my thoughts to write a poem never to return from the land of metaphor, or from the earth of the dead. Many thoughts have crossed over into the ancient storms of life where my best, thus perform in words and anecdotes, or from the seas of the dead. The emptiness of being eludes me perhaps I am at peace I don’t know, or … Continue reading Thoughts, Anyone?