Traces
of the future
that never
touched the past
Brushstrokes
on a saving canvas
coloring
the mask
Emptying
the palette
whose shades fade
into gray
A rainbow
frames
tomorrow’s easel
— pointing out the way
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Traces
of the future
that never
touched the past
Brushstrokes
on a saving canvas
coloring
the mask
Emptying
the palette
whose shades fade
into gray
A rainbow
frames
tomorrow’s easel
— pointing out the way
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Monday
lulled me off
to sleep
Tuesday
arid dreams
Wednesday
turning up
the heat
Thursday
blanket steam
Friday
woke me
hotter still
Saturday
a beast
Sunday
found me
lost in thirst
Monday
— to repeat
(The New Room: March, 2026)
Anyone
can go fast
in the straights
Winners
go fast
— in the turns
(2)
Real racers
race
Everyone else
— just talks
(3)
At the sight
of blood
Your foot
— goes to the floor
(4)
The last lap
may have been finished
But the race
— is never over
(5)
Pit stops …
the key
to victory
— or defeat
(6)
Trophies
are for cases
Speed
— is for life
(7)
When nothing
is working
— go faster
(Memories Of Ayrton: March, 2026)
Late in September
I fondly remember
What caused loves engender
the days all in rhyme
Lost in September
a slave to indenture
My feelings surrendered
for you to be mine
Laughing we tendered
what pain could not enter
And boldly uncensored
each moment sublime
But Fall’s great pretender
October dismembered
Our fate the death chamber
— of Summer mistimed
(Poems Of Love: Merch, 2026)
It is
what it isn’t
— until it is
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Mojo Risin
I got this itch …
ain’t nowhere
to scratch
A store bought woman
took
all my cash
My mojo’s risin …
so I
gotta go
The night train whistlin
and calls
through the snow
That feelin stays with me …
freight car
dark and cold
With every new
waypoint
— my scratchin untold
A confidence given
veracity shown
Whose secret betrayed
— when three people know
(The New Room: March, 2026)
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)
Fighting with memory
a weapon supreme
To vanquish the darkness
and all that’s unseen
Recalling the missteps
of battles long past
Our fury is guided
— time hardened and fast
(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)