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, but she gave me fuel to write.
Within this Omega Point of integrity, we shall always be tested
amongst the god’s ruins,
or, as a ripening soul
embarked upon a journey
of the humanity factor, and
of an evolutionary force.
Yet, as I write with venomous ink
From this revolutionary pen
Nostalgic thoughts creep in, again.
But, within a heart of damage that hears her fate –
My poetic query begins to interrogate, as
I begin to rid this dusty land of legacy and rotted out bones, bleed ashen words upon this page of virgin tones.