First Frost Poems and Others

By Paul Springsteen

Here is a collection of Poems that I made.  I originally was just collecting them as I worked.  But then I realized that I could tell a story with them.  Hopefully people like it.  It is a little bit experiemental.  Most of the Poems are about a town called First Frost in the world of Bangseong.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Springsteen
• Release date: Dec 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223532729

Paul Springsteen

Paul Springsteen is someone that grew up in a medium sized town in Texas located in the united states. He went into the military upon graduating high school.  Though it didn't last long he did get an honorable discharge because of medical reasons. After this he went to the local college of his home town.  There he got a master's degree in physics. Due to illness he had a hard time in the job market before he discovered the joys of writing and wishes to spend his time writing stories for the forseeable future.  This came about from a strange origin.  From D&D of all places.  He kept feeling like he was getting shafted from playing stories.  So he pushed himself to write his own stories and enjoyed it. His stance on writing though is that he doesn't write to whatever is the it thing in the market.  Instead he has a particular way the story is supposed to go in his head and follows that.  So the reader should be aware that even killing the protagonist and having the bad guy win is a possible way things could happen in the story in the future.

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Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction.  Any similarity between names, places, and events in real life and this book is pure coincidence.

Disclaimer 2:  I don't think my poetry is good but sometimes I feel the desire to do it and put it in a book.  Maybe some of it is accidentally good.  I don't know.

Note:  This originally started out as random poetry.  I deleted some.  Then I decided that I can tell stories with poems which made it so that it just felt better.  So there is a lot of that.  I can tell the little short stories about Bangseong.

Note:  I told some stories then I thought that I can tell the story of First Frost.  One of the cities in Bangseong.  The world which might have to be renamed if I stay there much longer.

Note:  Maybe I might regret this but if someone wants to make a song or piece about any of the poems in this collection feel free to.  Consider this a license.  Make money off of it.  Probably no one will.  I think it might be cool if there was music about these poems.

Dedication:  Dedicated to God.  I would be dead more times that I can count without his/her/it/their influence.  I might have died already but that just a theory.

What may pass or what is

Let these passages swim through the mind

Let them pass though the mind all in due time

Cursing through a shallow time

In a bracket of faithlessness

People are grasping onto a shadow of hallow

So that their sins may wallow

Below a see of murky depths

That the virgin has wept

A blister of blood and swallow

The shrieking of an ever present sallow

A people that are lost

That having truly paid the cost

A reckoning from on high

Let people be ravaged from gods sigh

The pain of the past

Is nothing to what may pass

An army of the broken

Before they ever were

Take this as a token

Their cries are louder but not heard

A weeping sore called indifference

A fake heart made of iron

People claim sentience

A glowing siren

The giants fight above us

But there are those that loom above them

Their machinations sus

But what can you do to such whims

A decrepit future or just growing pains

What was in the past will never be the same

People lost what those before had

Things have changes from when a small lad

Wars are fought over simple things.

Let the forces that control speak plain

Breathe Fire

Breathe Fire in the ground

so that I may sleep

Breathe Fumes in the air

so that I may weep

Truly a lost paradise of forgotten value

A nonsensical paradise of forgotten truth

Never before in the foray of battle

a question emerging in this way

Forward in the past

But backward in the future

Thus is the time we live in

Thus is the experience

A flaunting of language

Truly what may come to pass

Though lost in madness

None may perceive the truth

The wind will blow

The wind will blow

It carries a scent

Of lavender dew

Of ashes lent

An ancient burns

Smolders into dust

While others remain

Rendered to rust

The wind will blow

Seasons change

The entities bellow

A case of mange

They did not care

They did not listen

They spent their time

In manner that hastened

Typical of animals

They spent their days

Searching for futile things

Wasting away

The wind will blow

It will change the land

New things coming

They