The chorus of criticism
echoes unblessed
Where millions hide waiting
misled and repressed
Destruction and mayhem
the rallying cry
With freedom the villain
— in hope’s genocide
(The New Room: February, 2025)
The chorus of criticism
echoes unblessed
Where millions hide waiting
misled and repressed
Destruction and mayhem
the rallying cry
With freedom the villain
— in hope’s genocide
(The New Room: February, 2025)
When a man
has nothing
The easiest thing to sell him
— is a dream
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Do I think
you can silence a poem
In a word
the answer is NO
Do I think
you can bridle a passion
You’d be better served
melting a stone
Do I think
you can marry tomorrow
Still married
to yesterday’s pain
Do I think
you can joyously wander
Locked in step
— with the devil again
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Knowledge
without proof
Belief
without doubt
Living
without fear
Rejoicing
— devout
(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2025)
You look at me
and all feeling is absent
without understanding
or care
Calling me brother
remaining a stranger
defined by the
distance we share
Caught in the fury
of loves abandon
You wander inclement
storm raging inside
A ghost in the mirror
a twin of reflection
Two eyes that stare coldly
— across the divide
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Style and grace
I thought I knew
Until I spent
my life with you
The joy you shower
my luck to claim
The love you flower
— my hearts refrain
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Revolution
always eats
its children
Feasting
on prodigy
— dogma be damned
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
The greatest obstacle
to discovery
— is discovery itself
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
The DNA of Illusion
— is Time
(Thank You, Leon: January, 2025)
You bloom where
you’re planted
the Sage
told the Priest
Your flowers
won’t blossom
if distant
and bleak
As fate
seeds your valley
the force
reaches out
Reseeding
creation
in whispers
— that shout
(The New Room: January, 2025)