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)

The Choice

 

Prescience an Angel

that rides on the storm

To bring us good tidings

or danger to warn

 

Spreading its wings

that determine our fate

The choice to jump on

— better early than late

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

Time Unwound

 

Looking ahead

today is ignored

Tomorrow unpromised

this moment secure

 

All joy in returning

where riches surround

To presence surrendered

— where time is unwound

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

Now & Forever

 

I married

character

You married

cheese

I vowed

for life

Your words

to tease

 

I married

beauty

You married

lust

I am

still married

Yours

— is a bust

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

First

Last

And Always

— Have Something To Say

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

Neither

happiness

nor misery

But the

kinship

they imbue

 

He who feels

the deepest

grief

Is to joy

most open

to

 

Life dissolves

without

context

No moment

stands

alone

 

For light

to shine

it needs the dark

Wherein

the truth

— is shown

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

Each day

its own treasure

Gifted

alone

Attached to

the moment

In liege

to the throne

 

Today

not tomorrow

Our key

to the gate

Unlocking

deliverance

Forever

— to wait

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)