The Dark Side
Freedom
is damned
by its own
proclamation
Where choices
once good
turn away
from the truth
Freedom
of speech
not just for
the righteous
Self-serving
subversion
alive
— to pursue
**
Fading To Black
Time
weaves loss
into the dormant
mind
Caught in
abeyance
vacuum
— entwined
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
**
To Set Free
Once they are read
words become language
Language becomes freedom
— enlightenment fed
**
Lost In Reference
All the time
I spent remiss
Comparing
the comparisons
All the time
I spent vacant
Lost
— to myself
**
New Arrivals
Unphased
and rephrased
old words become new
Repurposed
with feeling
as Sages review
Intrepid
endemic
the passion preserved
For those
new arrivals
— who search underserved
**
Ellis Island
Its hope
is unfettered
beyond tyranny
or fear
The gateway
to freedom
its port
— to endear
**
Wasted Breath
“This Has To Stop”
is never enough
the words are
empty still
“This Has To Stop”
a wasted breath
of status quo
— distilled
**
To The Political Elites
I don’t buy
what you’re selling
I won’t sing
in your choir
I can’t kneel
at your altar
I serve truth
— not a liar
**
Steps Determine
Right foot inside
the circle
left foot out
Left foot inside
the circle
right foot out
Inside
outside
steps determine
Acceptance
rejection
— inside out
**
Surviving The Forest
Grow wild
according to thy nature
And slay the waiting demon
of fates revenge
To worship
at the highest altar
Above alpine meadows
— where the heart befriends
**
Sands Of Time
The hourglass
empties
Each day
valued more
To savor
and treasure
This moment
— endures
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
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