Without darkness

sunlight

would be hard

to see

The first

casualty

of blindness

is truth

Knowledge

lacking reference

an egg

that won’t hatch

As wasted

on the folly

of the young

— is youth

(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)

The Dying Trance

A soul will rot

in boredom

The spirits

dying trance

Once disengaged

all feelings fade

without

— a sideward glance

(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)

What Eyes Miss

Children

cross those barriers

that adult’s

hide behind

Wading

into no man’s land

instinctively

alive

Children

cast fate to the wind

without

a second thought

Seeing

what our eyes will miss

in strictures

— we’ve been taught

(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)

Voices

Alive

no longer conscious

my words

survive the grave

When read aloud

to lift my shroud

in voices

— time belayed

(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)

Ask

better questions

Tell

better lies

Marry

the moment

Divorcing

the time

Search

for new meaning

That cross

on the hill

Dream

in the daylight

Forever

— until

(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)

A human life

is given free

and taken

without payment

The times

 between

to lend and borrow

— till fate reclaims your soul

(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)

There’s poetry

in everything

the essence

and the form

As words set free

what time deceives

and hides within

the norm

A verse unsaid

awaits intent

to fill

the idle hours

Where hope endows

the moment proud

to dance

— among the flowers

(The New Room: September, 2026)

You never were

that kind of father

So I could never be

that kind of son

You saw what you

wanted in others

But with us it was

all zero sum

I reacted to what

you were doing

And not to the bombast

you spread

As the rift ever widened

between us

Into canyons of anger

— and dread

(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)

Those first words

spoken truly

— the most sacred in your heart

(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)

Never conflate

money and love

The one hates the other

when push comes to shove

Never confuse

false pander for care

The almighty dollar

— unable to share

(The New Room: September, 2026)

You are only as much

as you settle for

And only as much

as you dream

When the fences come down

new horizons are found

And new islands appear

— in the stream

(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)

Death

begets a birthing

The cycle

to repeat

Its journey

long and twisted

Meandering

like a creek

Death

starts out an infant

Learning first

to crawl

Arriving

at its end point

To answer

— natures call

(The New Room: September, 2026)