The only thing
we can be sure of
is death
The only one
we truly know
is ourself
Every time
a moment’s lost
a memory’s gained
Every time
creation mourns
—tomorrow cries
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
The only thing
we can be sure of
is death
The only one
we truly know
is ourself
Every time
a moment’s lost
a memory’s gained
Every time
creation mourns
—tomorrow cries
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Is most of your life spent
alone in the dark
Hiding from rainbows
in colorless spite
The sun waits a mistress
the evening a whore
That paid by the hour
exposes your blight
Professing in earnest
those things you don’t know
Whose pontification
a mask that conceals
What others see clearly
fate not to deceive
Delusion and bluster
—your folly revealed
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
The closer we get
to Godlike
the more welcome
death will be
Returning home
no longer
alone
—the answer question free
(First Book Of Prayers: August, 2023)
It’s the things
we love
that destroy us
Taken inside
beyond
cover and shield
Killing us
softly
killing us sure
Lambs to the
slaughter
—heartache congealed
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Left (front) Dust Jacket Quote:
“The bats in the tower
rats in the barn
Night befits cowards
who run from the storm”
Right (rear) Dust Jacket Quote:
“When the woods are full of the enemy
—start your fire at their backs”
Running from
the voice of my conscience …
who’s deceiving who
Guilt ridden fear
embedded too dear
one and one still two
Trying to change
what’s inherent
my thoughts both twist and bend
With words falling deaf
death’s coronet
—judgment reprehends
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Dominatrix of silence
leather clad temptress
enchaining the moment
in bondage allured
Her fear but a prison
of far away soundings
and seraphic voices
—the future insures
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Killing a memory
—birthing a lie
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Are you frightened by things
that return in the night
things that crawl inward
things lost from sight
Is darkness a veil
to hide and conceal
what daylight sends running
what daylight reveals
Your memory a spring
that evening coils back
reloading your fear
as shadows attack
And sleep brings no refuge
when dreams have been damned
whose nightmares will haunt you
—till dawn is at hand
(Villanova University: August, 2023)
Light
bids me welcome
darkness retreats
Alas
poor death
thou must be alone
His gate
reopens
before yours has locked
The harp
of an Angel
—calling me home
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2023)