My Chronology
ages
as my writing
stays young
The years
in retreat
as each new song
is sung
A number
but unit
of folly
relayed
Whose essence
a symbol
of prescience
— in play
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
My Chronology
ages
as my writing
stays young
The years
in retreat
as each new song
is sung
A number
but unit
of folly
relayed
Whose essence
a symbol
of prescience
— in play
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Confronting
the devil’s lawyer
destiny entwined
Heaven and Hell
in the jury box
fate was on the line
The judge
Archangel Raguel
his verdict waits to scream
A sentence cast
in fire untold
— to kill the evil dream
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Soft marches
spawn bravado
and cavalier soldier
He who scoffs
at distant gunfire
to meet its fury
Untested untried
untempered
his blade of little worth
As conflict preys
on the folly
— of the paper lion
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Time
the ultimate
arbiter
of good and bad
Time
the final judge
and jury
— of right and wrong
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Traveling
alone
indentured
down the river
of time
The current
building
and pushing
me
beyond myself
My oars
are traded
for one last
look
around the bend
The anchor
buried
in tidal sands
of lost
belief
My compass
melted
to pay the
toll
of fates arrival
With rudder
steady
as blind
I rush
— into the falls
(Front & Erie Ave’s: August, 2025)
You don’t have to buy the land
to own the changing landscape
Whose vista priceless yours inside
to live in mortgage free
Or fly a rocket toward the sun
to view each day’s horizon
That comes and goes both East and West
in transitory joy
You don’t have to buy a car
to travel to tomorrow
New pathways wait beyond conveyance
old footsteps in the sand
Or buy a boat and sail the seas
to hear the ocean’s roar
The transience of each crashing wave
— a gift unwrapping free
(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2025)
Richness of mind
the money no matter
A visual feast
uncountable wealth
Conceptual bullion
perceptual bitcoin
Intuitive treasure
— a fortune indwelt
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
I can’t afford
pride
I’m poorer
than that
I can’t afford
humility
Accomplishment
lacks
I can’t afford
vengeance
All hate
for myself
And least afford
love
Emotion
— unfelt
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Everybody
wants to go
to Heaven
(but)
Nobody
wants
to die
Everybody
want to change
the truth
(but)
Nobody
wants
to lie
Everybody
wants to bend
the law
(but)
Nobody
wants
to get caught
Everybody
wants to fall
in love
(but)
Nobody
wants
— pain and loss
(The New Room: August, 2025)
People
surround
but I’m always
alone
In naked
seclusion
fleeing
the throne
Caught in
the snarl
of their
consonant rhyme
Shunning
all
overtures
— fields still unlined
(Gardiner Montana: August, 2025)