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)
Speak clearly
— tomorrow is listening
(The New Room: August, 2026)
Truth
is invisible
Its effects
are not
To know it
to live it
Like the wife
of Lot
It hides
in plain sight
In judgment
per se
The air
that’s inside us
Life’s breath
— of our stay
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Somewhere
between
the left
and the right
Truth
is in hiding
diffused
in the light
Somewhere
beyond
what labels
ordain
Veracity
waits
the future
— to claim
(Dreamsleep: August, 2026)
Plaguing
my idle moments
Like the wind
blowing off the prison isle
Confinement
becomes my mistress
Trapping each feeling
unsentenced — and alone
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
An Anthology Of Perception 