Sword of
the noble
With fury
unsheathed
Trumping
dishonor
And knaves
unreprieved
Knighted in
armor
Endowed
from on high
Legend
heraldic
With duty
— reprised
(The New Room: September, 2024)
Sword of
the noble
With fury
unsheathed
Trumping
dishonor
And knaves
unreprieved
Knighted in
armor
Endowed
from on high
Legend
heraldic
With duty
— reprised
(The New Room: September, 2024)
Nothing matters
once you’re gone
It matters
when you’re here
Tomorrow cloaked
in lost regret
Today
the moment dear
Transcendence born
of time undone
Free
of all the rules
The sand to run
till all is lost
If prescience
— left unschooled
(The New Room: September, 2024)
Splitting infinity …
truth should always
— lead to more
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
There are some things
you can only sing
but never say
There are some things
given out but once
in the foray
There are some things
that the world lays claim
and takes its due
There are some things
past the cloud of time
you must pursue
Living on the edge
is sharper
cut or not
Dying for that
final answer
knowing what
Praising what the mob
is damning
come what may
Loving what the
moment seizes
— counterplayed
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
The pursuit of truth
a lonely endeavor
In stark isolation
veracity found
A choice must be made
to weather the maelstrom
The trek all consuming
— onto higher ground
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Feelings stored
in words
the letters revive
Time rudely
halted
— the moment alive
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
To a hammer
everything
looks like a nail
To a writer
everything
looks like a tale
To a hunter
everything
looks like a kill
To a prophet
everything
— unto his will
(The New Room: September, 2024)
Have you built
a cathedral
with language
unblessed
Adopting an
Angel
your spirit
redressed
Have you
filtered the
verbiage
with water Divine
The Savior
within
you
— still waiting to find
(The New Room: September, 2024)
Once the fire goes out
it never comes back
The heat dissipating
all light to retract
Tomorrow in darkness
the future untold
To wander inclement
— left out in the cold
(The New Room: August, 2024)
Without our dreams
we sit naked and alone
Imprisoned by doldrums
adrift from our home
In fits of depression
we unstep the mast
Awaiting the storm
— of futures long past
(The New Room: August, 2024)