Road To Hell

 

A blind neglect

imbues our sleep

Where idle hides

a wound cut deep

 

The apathetic

coward reigns

when good intention

— rhymes with pain

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)

 

  

Charlie’s Hand

 

“And when we meet in joy again

an Angel’s welcome to befriend

As Heaven’s Gate swings open wide

Saint Peter waiting just inside

With Charlie reaching out his hand

— to take us to the Promised Land”

 

(The First Book Of Prayers: March, 2026)

 

 

Piercing The Veil

 

The tip of your pen

 its inkwell unleashed

to vanquish the darkness

where liars will sleep

 

The point of your spear

finds the darkest heart

To kill and impugn

 — where depravity starts

 

(The New Room: March, 2026)

 

 

Wasteland

 

Staying a stranger

 defines who you are

Living in darkness

— alone and afar

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)  

 

  

Walking The Line

 

An unfortunate truth …

a fortuitous lie

 

The first calls you inward

— the second to die

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)

 

 

 

This Over That

 

Why do I

post here

let me count

the ways …

 

Saying

quiet parts

out loud

other sounds betray

 

Why this forum

over that

which one

best defines

 

What I truly

want to say

mazing through

— the rhyme

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

Fruition The Magic

 

The key 

to the puzzle

 that last

final piece

Assumptions

misplaced

with the process

in play

 

The whole

always greater

than the sum

of its parts

Fruition

the magic

with completion’s

— foray

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

In Love With The Moment

 

Being brave

not about

being different

Or being

indifferent

— but being yourself

 

Being yourself

 in love

with the moment

Burning the candle

whose flame

— in indwelt

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

Still She Whispers

 

How do you plan

to feed your Muse

with silence

or acclaim

 

Do you stay open

to what she brings

or muted

with disdain

 

Still she whispers

in your ear

in darkness

and in light

 

A lifeline thrown

from deep within

ignored

— to roam the night

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

 

Piercing The Veil

 

The point of your spear

finds the darkest heart

To kill and impugn

— where depravity starts

 

(The New Room: March, 2026)

 

 

Fallow Dreams

 

Wanting so bad

to be good

In virtue

my faults understood

Each choice I now make

forgives a mistake

Displacing the worm

— from the wood

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

 

Your Choice

 

Do your doubts

destroy

your dreams

 

Do your dreams

destroy

your doubts

 

Your choice

on whom

to blame

 

Your choice

to scream

— or tout

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

 

Playing footsie

with the past

my toes became

entangled

With every fawned

and misplaced

step

— my indecision walked

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)

You can wash off

your fingers

but never the print

You can polish

an apple

but the worm still within

You can take out

the trash

but the smell’s in the air

You can falsely

deny

— but the memory’s still there

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)

 

We die

but once

while living

through a horror

a thousand times

 

We die

but once

ignoring

what our freedom

most defines

 

All life’s

a choice

our future claimed

when dealt  

at our behest

 

Another

chance

to beat the dealer

the trump card

— in our vests

 

(Septa R5: March, 2026)

 

 

The Winter

of my

discontent

Embryo

of my

 soul’s intent

 Summer

calling

deep within

Hope

to answer

 on the wind

Dove’s

releasing

peace in flight

Angel’s

harping

— pure delight

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)

In two rooms

at opposite ends

of today

the devil pays my rent

 

Forcing me to

finally choose

but one

debauchery

— or repent

 

I partied in one

and wrote in the other

as

distance

protected

the lie

 

A dualist slave

in the paradox

of hell

a prodigal

— whose well had run dry

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

The dream

taken seriously

but never myself

Whose course

is replotted

as ice starts to melt

 

Life an

eternal

shipwreck of hope

But lifeboats

sit waiting

— where wishes refloat

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)