The call
of the wide-open prairie
Where nothing moves
but the wind
A man can be truly
alone here
To chase
what forever begins
One feather
to bless my transcendence
My horse painted proudly
I ride
In search of the great
Wakan Tanka
Whose trail leads me past
— the divide
(Songs Of The Lakota: August, 2026)
A country girl
the rarest Pearl
extremes
would beat her drum
The Lone Star state
the Golden Gate
her voice cried out
when sung
Her ball and chain
came down on me
my soul
and spirit stoned
To hear that voice
one last rejoice
forever
— then alone
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Holding Fast
Someone who died
is not always dead
Their memory alive
when trapped in your head
The parts that still matter
those parts that hold fast
Inside you forever
— the first to the last
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Only Reflected
Only perfection
endorses perfection
Only itself
intrinsic is known
Only its towering
mount of dominion
Only reflected
— its image is shown
(The New Room: August, 2026)
Your wishes
half empty
Your hopes are
half full
Chameleons
perspective
Hell bent
on the view
Tomato
tomatto
Once sliced
are the same
The pulp
left to ripen
Regardless
of name
Those blessings
upon you
Accepted
or not
Define
a new vista
uncooked
in the pot
When leaving
to enter
Once piercing
the veil
The end
comes in
focus
— a butterfly’s tale
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Home
is a person
Beyond
structure or place
Who lives
deep inside you
Beyond
notion or trace
Home
is a feeling
That lights up
the dark
And sings
but one ballad
That plays
— in your heart
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
The one
who makes
you better
beyond your own belief
The one
you can never
thank enough
— till Heaven greets
(The First Book Of Prayers: August, 2026)
Pontificating
words
of insignificance
and drought
Writing about
those things
no one
ever cares about
Eulogizing
abandoned
corners
where the lettered never go
A prisoner
of redundance
in a wasteland
— ill disposed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Never able
to wash away
this stain
my heart
has bled
Never able
to birth
the words
of feelings
left unsaid
Never able
to move
beyond
this chasm
in my head
Never able
to answer
why
the hunger
— stays unfed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
My words won’t come
the silence reigns
I didn’t write
I couldn’t say
My page is blank
my pen is dry
The muse has gone
— my voice denied
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
The Press
should serve
the governed
not the governors
A voice
of truth
untethered
running free
A Journalist
the highest
calling
with words intrepid
To save
the struggling nation
child
— and thee
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
A prisoner
long muted
An inmate
of time
Its ball
and its chain
Restricts
and defines
Promises
broken
With freedom
abjured
The silence
a lock
To bind me
— secure
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
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