Paying hard
the money short
pockets empty
time aborts
A pound of flesh
bills remain
invoice closing
— sealed with pain
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Paying hard
the money short
pockets empty
time aborts
A pound of flesh
bills remain
invoice closing
— sealed with pain
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Hiding in
a shadow
The light
forever near
My world is
pothole bound
Restraining
hope with fear
Dirt roads
of my memory
Training wheels
unsure
Rolling forward
falling back
Beyond
— the lion’s roar
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
If the past’s
not alive
The future
is dead
With memory
starving
Hope’s promise
unfed
What yesterday
gives us
Tomorrow
awaits
All hope
in the transfer
Of destiny’s
— fate
(The New Room: November, 2024)
Writing
with my head
but
not my heart
My spirit
an orphan
alone
— and apart
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Left
with nothing
but heartache
— we run from the pain
Left
with nothing
but promises
— the words in refrain
Left
with nothing
but yesterday
— tomorrow a lie
Left
with nothing
but memories
— a final goodbye
(The New Room: November, 2024)
Time …
the enigmatic
trap
we’re all caught within
(The New Room: November, 2024)
My slanguage
keeps the fire hot
my feet against the coals
My slanguage
what the critics hate
new venom to extol
My slanguage
whether read or sung
its message still the same
My slanguage
seeding my rebirth
— lost within the rain
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Painfully beautiful …
oxymoronic
The quiet so loud
— all parameters die
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Writing
is but
an escape
for the soul
Freeing
our passions
making
— us whole
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
He stood by
my cradle
And followed
my hearse
Unlocking
two portals
Both blessing
— and curse
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)