New Age Child
And so now the route to unknown's open, the blocks removed from a life time broken.
Plans are hatched for words to tell, this carousel spun round that fell.
Rise anew the bird from ash, that finds the nouns to his literary bash,
joins the ball as a lead to fate, down garden path then through the gate.
Compost heap on memory's part has some nutrition for a new wave start.
Lessons learnt amongst the roses burn then cool as future poses;
as even now I laugh aghast at soul's resolve when confronting past,
rich and rank experience spent in a life found lived; yet thrives to vent.
Maybe when I grow up still, I'll be those things for my boyhood's fill.
A scientist, perhaps fireman brave who also polices streets and danger craves;
or maybe artist, not just pretend, and create lines that reality bend.
So many things I hoped to be; an astronaut credited wth psychology.
Of course there is the other way, to follow stream and dreams let play;
filling in the music meek of what I've lacked or care to seek.
Do you think that would be enough, and is it doubt that clouds my stuff?
So be it, let all unfold and cling to me as magnet bold.
Polarise the boring bits, ignite the fires of mental fits.
Deliver through my energies met, the stratospheric twirl of bet.
Spin roulette where chips fall free, and throw to side mediocrity;
To stand against, the new age man, who still sees the world as children can.
Nathan J.D.L. Rowark is a horror writer, and editor of Horrified Press.
He lives in the UK with his partner Lilla. Nathan first started writing poems and stories when he was six years old, and has always been a huge fan of fictionally macabre. http://horrifiedpress.wordpress.com
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