Memoirs and Poems for The New Age

The New Age- Prologue

Sculpted to captivate the minds

of the adolescents

You are an illusion

constructed

painted in black and white

tinted copper....

Lead the young fledglings

let them experience utopia

and inhabit oblivion.

Why must it be so?

The young minds see visions

hear beings not of this world

yet subtle their reply.

Is this a message?

metaphor?

propaganda?

Who am I kidding? Only myself

Fertile is the plant; growth comes with time.

Time exists in itself;

a tragic masterpiece.

The seasons changed with no warning

March left you craving July

and September, death.