Tuesday Musing

Those Few

 

Everyone

is born unique

But many die

as clones

 

Lost of promise

Grace endowed

With joy bereft

a drone

 

Everyone

His image shared

Till falling

from the Light

 

Beatific

Vision lost

Alone

— to face the night

 

(The First Book Of Prayers: February, 2026)

 

 

From The Maelstrom

 

We are

separate

We are

distant

We are

many

— we are one

 

From the

cities

From the

country

From the

maelstrom

— we become

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

 

So Close And Yet …

 

Feasting on the

lettered law

Abandoning

its spirit

 

Crippled by

the sanctioned rules

Afar

— when we’re so near it

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

In The Offing

 

Poetry

is the weight training

of writers

Building new couplets

 each musing

reweighted 

Lactic

endowment

new pain in old phrasings

Success

in the offing

— as writing expands

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

Sunday Triumvirate

Infidels Mourn

 

Fools gamble

cowards ramble

but wise men ponder

 

Alone in a crowd

 silent out loud

 a sage to wander

 

Through pathways of old

with proverbs untold

he seeks transcendence

 

As time is reborn

and infidels mourn

— his soul’s quintessence    

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

  

Never And Always

 

A man’s ambition

should never

exceed his worth

 

A man’s ego

should never

invade his soul

 

A man’s fury

should never

exceed his cause

 

A man’s reasons

should always

— defy excuse

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

 This Present

 

Have you ever been

to yesterday

in search of tomorrow

False notions

that frame our thoughts

with despair

The past a deception

in search of

new victims

The future a myth

in this present

— we share

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

Unto Ash

A step ahead

of Satan

a lifetime

on the run

A pitchfork in

my rearview

the outlook

zero sum

My energy

depleting

my feet begin

to slow

His flames are

hot upon me

my fingers

start to glow

The years I’ve spent

and wasted

the loved one’s

in my wake

Their memory in

the ashes

Gehenna

— is my fate

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

Tuesday Triumvirate

Love’s Goodbye

 

Those who ask

no questions

offer the greatest

comfort

 

Those who speak

inscriptive

tell the biggest

lies

 

Those who pledge

no fealty

to themselves

dishonor

 

Those who bear

no greetings

doomed to love’s

— goodbye

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

Misfortune Contrives

 

It’s in fashion

to wear

your heart

on your sleeve

 

A French poet

alarmed

that love may

deceive

 

Bleeding a wound

that

misfortune

contrives

 

Alone

in deception

your love

— circumcised  

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

Epiphany Of Time

 

Once

you wrap

all existence

into this moment

 

You will

understand the

difference between life

— and its living

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)