Just a bunch of poems I will write expressing and conveying my feelings about modern life

Redemption-That place. I only think now...

the planes of time, travel forwards in spite, fuelled with anger, no respite. where they end, no one knows, let’s protect our city of ‘gold’. Nys is the one. He needs to decide his responsibility. Footnotes Nys- Scandinavian Vikings name for time. Kismet- Turkish name for fate. ‘blossoming’- the transformation to adulthood. ‘exaltation’- the ceremony princes are given their planes.

A Man visits the earth, what will he find? He comes from afar