Only the dead
know the end of war
Cursing the living
to forever endure
Rich people gifted
to hide in the past
Where nightmare’s amend
— their terror recast
(Tribute To George Santayana: January, 2026)
Only the dead
know the end of war
Cursing the living
to forever endure
Rich people gifted
to hide in the past
Where nightmare’s amend
— their terror recast
(Tribute To George Santayana: January, 2026)
What they don’t know
one can only assess
What they can’t see
they can never possess
What they affirm
they can never deny
What they proclaim
they can never imply
Things they impugn
only traitors allow
Things they assume
they will never avow
Things they besmirch
they will never applaud
Things they embrace
they will never defraud
Once they betroth
all suitors be damned
Once they constrict
to never expand
Once they commit
to never rethink
Once they get sober
to never take drink
If they remember
those promises cast
If they retender
the future and past
If they stay open
the visions will come
If they’re bespoken
— the truth zero sum
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Say it simply
or not at all
The truth uncovered
in brief recall
Too often masked
in verbiage strewn
Whose darkness blackens
— a sunless noon
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Begging
for what their past endowed
the Sioux
displaced once more
Imbued
by Wakan Tanka
their legacy
unmoored
They fought
the armed invader
winning battles
losing homes
Giving up
the greatest way
of life
— we’ve ever known
(‘Searching For Crazy Horse’: January, 2011)
Is there consciousness
without language …
how would you know
I believe that there is
but have nothing
to show
The ‘Hard Problem’
continues …
unmetered unrhymed
Restated
unproven
— and left ill defined
(Radnor High School: January, 2026)
Let the other guy
die for his country …
I’m living for mine
Let the other guy
waddle in shame …
in glory I cry
Let the other guy
sanction defeat …
in victory I thrive
Let the other guy
rot in his grave …
eternal I strive
(For Will: January, 2026)
Words set to music
reach a loftier plane
than naked words
alone
Melody lifting
what’s spoken or sung
to where only
— it can go
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Release your mind
from the bonds of expedience
And harvest in the crops
of your insanity
(Anthology Of Perception #1: July, 1969)
On Huntington Beach With J.D. (Jim) Morrison
Never shoot a
large caliber man
with a small caliber
bullet
Never write a
high impact verse
with a low impact
couplet
Never scribe a
Tolstoyan novel
when an essay
will do
Never bless the
gifted moment
with a feeling
— penned untrue
(The New Room: January, 2026)
If I described
a rose’s bloom
or the beauty
of the rising sun
Then I’d be writing
another’s verse
conscripted words
respun
If I then waxed
of love on high
and hearts that
break anew
Then falsely would
I pen the lines
a plagiarist
— in view
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)