Buying my

anonymity

each day

 is costing more

The mortgage

on new moments

signed in blood

 their payment sure

In plain sight

hides my essence

for as long

as I can pay

In debted

bliss

my soul is pledged

— to go from day to day

(The New Room: August, 2026)

You’ll never cross

the maelstrom

if your courage

has been stripped

Or trip the light

fantastic

when you’re crippled

at the hip

You can’t escape

the jungle

when the path

leads further in

Or greet the

new horizon

in a darkness

— mired in sin

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

Finding

your place

More important

than fame

To merge

with forever

Past transiency’s

stain

To letter

eternal

Beyond critic

and praise

To join

with the voices

In heaven’s

— refrain

Without

the heat 

there is

no light

Amidst

the dark

it hides

in spite

As every

dawn

brings hope

or pain

Its double

edge

in stark

refrain

Unto

each life

some rain

must fall

To wash

the stain

of freedom’s

— pall

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

Hell

is wherever

you happen to be

when it keeps you from what you love

Hell

is what you never say

in fear of being

censored by the club

Hell

is where

tomorrow hides

today stripped cold and bare

Hell

is where

your feelings die

— when there’s no one left to care

(The New Room: August, 2026)

Sometimes …

you have to get old

to be young

Sometimes …

you have to step back

to then run

Sometimes …

intention is more

than it seems

Sometimes …

what’s real only comes

— in a dream

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

Back when sex was dirty

and the water was clean

Two plus two equaled four

and things were what they seemed

Back when men were men

and women would swoon

Each day a new promise

— fulfilled at high noon

(The New Room: August, 2026)

You have my

vote

But not my

mindset

Where once

engaged

I’ve moved

along

No longer

hooked

On every

soundbite

Big picture

focus

The right

— from wrong

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)

Wrestling

with big issues

his words

often failed

To meet

the new moment

addressing

his ails

Short

on description

emotion

stripped bare

A hollow

depiction

of feelings

— unshared

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

There are only

and always

two kinds of lies …

Ones to deceive

while the others protect

And two kinds of liars

that barter

the truth …

One kneels in shame

— and one genuflects

(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)