I was trying
very hard
not to say it
I was biting
my lip
and my tongue
But when you
insisted
I no longer resisted
And words
I had muzzled
did come …
“Your presence
beyond
what is boring
“The space you
take up
but a ruse
“If given
a choice
I’d be far from your voice
“Reclaiming
this time
— I now lose”
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Forever wrong
but never in doubt
Truth on the run
the louder they shout
Facts never matter
they get in the way
With pontification
— the rule of the day
(The New Room: July, 2026)
Verses Eternal
Be in the moment
staying true to yourself
The stigma of others
but a tool in your belt
What trauma inspires
to forever beget
In verses eternal
— to never forget
(The New Room: July, 2026)
Muddy told me …
“Try to sound like
your bacon
smells
“And keep the
kitchen
close where dwells
“Those words to fry
and sizzle
free
“Your nose
will know
— what eyes deceive”
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
It wasn’t true …
but what is truth
It wasn’t real …
but eyes can lie
It wasn’t mine …
or yours to give
It wasn’t love …
but hearts still cry
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
The Devil’s Workshop
has open hours
His staff is loyal
and share his powers
The Devil’s Workshop
when idle claims
The lost and truant
— with tools aflame
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
All words
despite their
intention …
the silence reborn
All wishes
real and
imagined
in hope they are formed
All time
eclipsed in the
moment
forever refrains
All paths
regardless
of waypoint
— lead back to the grave
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
I heard
what you said
But not
what you meant
Your words
but a smokescreen
Belying
intent
Each one
deftly crafted
To lure
and delude
Anointing
your weakness
Blaspheming
— Saint Jude
(Chicago’s South Side: July, 2026)
It’s not
what it is
or what
it isn’t …
But what
it
forever
— could be
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Success
is no more emails
Not one
throughout the day
No beeps
and no vibrations
to clutter up
the quay
My sails are up
the winds are fair
distractions
far abeam
No G.P.S.
or radar
To chart
— this sailor’s dream
(Annapolis To Bermuda: August, 2005)
Fool Them Once — Fool Them Twice
Oh Bernie, Bernie
as crooked
thou art
Thy wife
more dishonest
filling up thy cart
A noble pair
thoust do
protest
Within
thy harvest
and monied chest
To hide among
a lost
enclave
With fortunes
promise
most illy made
Behind thy mask
corruption
flames
Thy hoax
to bear
— eternal shame
(The New Room: July, 2026)
Nobody wants
to be here
But no one
ever leaves
Nothing lasts
forever
But forever
will deceive
Nowhere is that
foreign place
That lives inside
us all
Where from the lost
dominion
The devil
— makes his call
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
We became
a republic
when Washington
said ‘NO’
“Only debate
and compromise
hold a democracy
together”
Every man
given power
is at risk
to abuse it
Three branches
of government
our Founder’s
great gift
Ambition
counters ambition
when authority
is shared
To check and
to balance
as the voters
— hold sway
(America’s 250th: July, 2026)
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