Words are like paint
your voice is the brush
The image though spoken
both vivid and lush
Each page but a portrait
your canvas when bound
Today and tomorrow
—eternity’s sound
(The New Room: August, 2023)
Words are like paint
your voice is the brush
The image though spoken
both vivid and lush
Each page but a portrait
your canvas when bound
Today and tomorrow
—eternity’s sound
(The New Room: August, 2023)
A simulated consciousness
beyond our will to choose
Defying Einstein, Bohr, and Hume
where logic stands defused
The matter at hand can’t matter
when rules unwrite themselves
An order once thought preordained
—entropic and indwelt
(The New Room: August, 2023)
Pounding each key
like a Fender Rhodes
the computer bent and wailed
Bits and bytes
of encrypted language
messages derailed
Memory freezes
last chance rebooted
restart zero-sum
The riff uncapped
its printout fading
—typeface on the run
(The New Room: 8/6/2023)
Nothing more powerful
than speaking the truth
Pangs of deception
beguile uncouth
Spoken immortal
knighted profound
Today and tomorrow
—veracity crowned
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
Sleep, sleep,
tiny footsteps of death
walking through my dreams
hiding from the light
Calling out my name,
waiting for an answer
guardian of the exit
—to damn or delight
(The New Room: August, 2023)
Whispers …
deep inside my pillow
Reminding
of each fleeting voice
trapped beyond the wind
Memories …
bending like a willow
Weighing down
my broken dreams
—the future lost within
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Friends …
commitment beyond blood
diamonds among pearls
—family of choice
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
As we age
death
reclaims us
Stealing
our youth
and then our hope
In the ground
where
memories rot
Willing us
nothing
—but the dark
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
The only thing permanent
about peace
—is impermanence
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
Everything tended
to darken around her
The light from the sun
all feelings deferred
Her winter foreboding
sucks air from the room
Constant denials
predictions of doom
Pawning tomorrow
the price of today
Happiness bartered
her dreams steal away
Everything tended
to darken around her
Shadows descending
—the future interred
(The New Room: July, 2023)