Pontificating

words

of insignificance

and drought

Writing about

those things

no one

ever cares about

Eulogizing

abandoned

corners

where the lettered never go

A prisoner

of redundance

in a wasteland

— ill disposed

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

Never able

to wash away

this stain

my heart

has bled

Never able

to birth

the words

of feelings

left unsaid

Never able

to move

beyond

this chasm

in my head

Never able

to answer

why

the hunger

— stays unfed

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

My words won’t come

the silence reigns

I didn’t write

I couldn’t say

My page is blank

my pen is dry

The muse has gone

— my voice denied

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

The Press

should serve

the governed

not the governors

A voice

of truth

untethered

running free

A Journalist

the highest

calling

with words intrepid

To save

the struggling nation

child

— and thee

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

A prisoner

long muted

An inmate

of time

Its ball

and its chain

Restricts

and defines

Promises

broken

With freedom

abjured

The silence

a lock

To bind me

— secure

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

Every Poet

is a dealer in hope

His words of betrothal

 with feelings elope

He stands at the vista

of many denied

And changes forever

— what history will cry

(The New Room: July, 2026)

Shunning  

 direction

No longer

outbound

Waypoint

selection

The past

to impound

Prescience

on fire

Free

of the wind

Harps

that inspire

Strung

— from within

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

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)