Day 1, Genesis
The creation of this blog symbolizes my step to begin publishing and circulating my work on the largest scale possible. I wish only to make the world a better place as a result of my existence, and every cumulative major event in my life has led me to the realization that this is my true purpose. My gift for writing is not to be ignored, it's not to be hidden any longer: but rather pursued, appreciated, and shared. I am unable to change the world from the pages of a notebook, and thus I present the world with the first glimpse at what I have always dreamed to be my life's work. Without further ado:
Genesis
Beginnings, sugar sweet as glucose,
Pumping through trees meaning new growth
And breeze sweeping the land as throes
Of mother Nature's diminishing prose,
Who will save us, we don't yet know
But someone must come to disclose the woes
Of a world so furtively breathing below
The suffocating breadth of a life we chose.
Exploring more, destroying scores
Of beautiful sculptures, Earth's reward
Persisting through ages of wisdom and witness
To phases which came and then went with our wishes.
Then we got greedy, conceding to listen
To beating of drums that make man's mission,
Ignoring the repercussions for riches,
Ignoring the outcomes of sowing division.
Now, we see the aftermath
Of years spent depleting resources, had
Only because of our host's hard work, that
We can enjoy, but never deserve, as
Humans, by nature, we use until useless,
Never convincing the Earth of our trueness
Our souls will rot in materialism, and youth wins
As feverish dreams have turned abusive.
Genesis
Beginnings, sugar sweet as glucose,
Pumping through trees meaning new growth
And breeze sweeping the land as throes
Of mother Nature's diminishing prose,
Who will save us, we don't yet know
But someone must come to disclose the woes
Of a world so furtively breathing below
The suffocating breadth of a life we chose.
Exploring more, destroying scores
Of beautiful sculptures, Earth's reward
Persisting through ages of wisdom and witness
To phases which came and then went with our wishes.
Then we got greedy, conceding to listen
To beating of drums that make man's mission,
Ignoring the repercussions for riches,
Ignoring the outcomes of sowing division.
Now, we see the aftermath
Of years spent depleting resources, had
Only because of our host's hard work, that
We can enjoy, but never deserve, as
Humans, by nature, we use until useless,
Never convincing the Earth of our trueness
Our souls will rot in materialism, and youth wins
As feverish dreams have turned abusive.
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