Truth stays
naïve
As reality
profanes
The price of
fidelity
Unpaid
till inflamed
Truth often
hides
With its head
in the sand
Until forced
into play
A new crisis
— at hand
(The New Room: August, 2024)
Truth stays
naïve
As reality
profanes
The price of
fidelity
Unpaid
till inflamed
Truth often
hides
With its head
in the sand
Until forced
into play
A new crisis
— at hand
(The New Room: August, 2024)
Accounting
for madness
A conflict
in terms
The devils
own details
In secrets
unlearned
What stays
ill conflicted
Stays
misunderstood
No rhyme
and no reason
When bad
— trumps the good
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Dying invested
dividend high
Selling tomorrow
presence to buy
Feelings compounding
destiny’s rate
One final moment
— blessed in His Grace
(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)
A man
can wear two faces
a woman
— often three
(Deamsleep: August, 2024)
Not politically
correct
Or socially
adept …
I curse upon
your demons
And damn
— your wanton souls
(Chicago: August, 2024)
The half cost of silence
is still overpriced
Each question unspoken
a chasm for vice
When blind to the moment
all vision exhausts
Each voice that is muted
— its own holocaust
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Death sleeps in my bed
a lover untouched
Betrothed to my longing
a virgin as such
She waits for a signal
as time closes in
To open her wings
— and fly me to Him
(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)
The whistle blowing
one last stop
Your ticket punched
— the gate unlocked
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Many things
exist beyond
never
truly known
Every night
I die asleep
in dreams
left unatoned
Waking up
the weight’s still there
each breath
in labor bound
As voices live
within my ear
answers
— still unfound
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Only heretics
will seek the truth
Against the grain
they find the proof
Pandering Angels
wings on loan
In fear of shadows
— where answers roam
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)