Baiting

a feeling

 

Passion

is tracked

 

Luring

the moment

 

Setting

the trap

 

Eyes

look upon you

 

Cage

set on fire

 

Death

in the ashes

 

Preying

— desire

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

It wasn’t fate

— it just was

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

What proclaims

to save our souls

is killing its believers

Religion worse

than nuclear war …

born again deceivers

 

Breaking every

moral creed

stealing zero-sum

Ashes left to burn

and rot

—Yahweh on the run

 

(The New Room: January, 2023)

 

We share the same silence

we think the same thoughts

 

We have the same daydreams

not rented or bought

 

We live in the spaces

of a lost inbetween

 

And wander through moments

that time hasn’t seen

 

We care for each other

we live for today

 

We treasure the quiet

of nothing to say

 

We give without taking

our well never dry

 

And smile ever meeting

—never saying goodbye

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

Power

Over life

Gives

Power

Over death

 

One

Dictates

The other

In joy

And regret

 

Each

Beginning

And ending

Brings

More of the same

 

Our

Destiny

Married

To both

—in refrain

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

 

It’s not the steps that you take

— but the footprints you leave

 

(Ithan Pennsylvania: January, 2024)

Ignored

by my children

Especially

my daughter

Taken

for granted

Taking

up space

 

Living

unnoticed

My pain

front and center

Checking

off boxes

That never

erase

 

Knowing

she loves me

More

now than ever

My face

a reminder

Of greatness

long past

 

My voice

the last vestige

Of songs

sung together

A melody

silenced

When first

—became last

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

 

 

Morphing through

the decades

leaning on our pasts

 

Brian, Paul, Van, and I

still living

loose and fast

 

The words have

deeper meaning

 as melodies refrain

 

The end in view

but out of sight

—the magic preordained

 

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: January, 2024)

I welcome the feeling

of leaving behind …

No Facebook, no Twitter

no Email to blind

 

Controlling the message

undigitized truth

My mind free of programs

my spirit induced

 

Where magic is whispered

no texting or bytes

Bespoken the voices

I hear in the night

 

My memory stays active

not stored in the Cloud

Rebooting what’s under

— enlightenment’s shroud

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

We hope and we dream

for a world free of pain

but the rock of serenity

stays beyond our reach

A hug or a knife

a kiss or a gun 

bipolar reminders

confliction runs deep

Every minute and hour

the chase carries on

no safety in hiding

from that which we’re born

Till fate becomes blinded

and hits a dead end

eternity waiting

—the ending forewarned

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)