A poetic
demon
hides deep
in the brain
To plunder
our memory
the past
it disdains
It lingers
and looms
as it waits
to attack
Killing
our history
no dream
— left unhacked
(The New Room: October, 2026)
Sound Bites: 10-24-2026
Death’s Encore
Person by person
Death settles in
Shrouding each coffin
Death starts to sing
Death walks onstage
Death takes a bow
Death does an encore
— death standing proud
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
Waiting Silent
Anyone can love
the Mona Lisa or Pieta’
But a crumbling adobe shrine
in Kayenta softly calls
The history it has seen
marking seasons that unfold
Awaits our veneration
— in a silence yet untold
(Kayenta Arizona / Monument Valley: October, 2026)
The Circle
The end begets
a new beginning
to rise
amongst the fall
The circle
closing on itself
with life and death
— recalled
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
Fear As Its Captive
Be mindful
of the shadow
destroying
the self
Its conspiracy
of silence
hides deeply
indwelt
No light
or direction
can fill
its domain
With fear
as its captive
shading joy
— into pain
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
Newly Titled
Those who built yesterday
deserve out respect
The pillars we stand on
through joy and regret
Their essence our essence
as far as it goes
But tomorrow’s new title
— the past must forgo
(The New Room: October, 2026)
Behind Every Mask
Hard boiled
eggs
are yellow
inside
What’s facing
forward
quite often
will hide
Life at its
essence
so often
unshown
Behind
every mask
the truth
— in unknown
(Rhymes From The Nursery: October, 2026)
Trapped Deep
Your edge
cut right through me
and left me
beset
Shredding
my vision
in tattered
regret
What started
as pity
has now turned
to hate
Where trapped
deep inside me
your memory
— serrates
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
Bet On It
The only sure thing
— is change
(The New Room: October, 2026)
The Secret
The box
or its contents
depends
on the view
The fill
or the
vessel
their value to you
A pretty
enclosure
or bountiful
load
The secret
in knowing
the prince
— from the toad
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
Unmarked
People
without stories
are like dust
in the wind
The mark
of their passing
blowing lost
— in the din
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
The Third Half
The other side
of where you stand …
A doorway
marked with Yin
Revolving
with your entry
Where Yang
— awaits within
(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)
