Complexity wrapped
in simpler terms
Untying its ribbon
— freeing the words
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Complexity wrapped
in simpler terms
Untying its ribbon
— freeing the words
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
The arrogance
of conscription
the blasphemy
of denial
Abraham
shouting high above
to dam
the bloody Nile
We speak with words
deceptive
to try and steal
the peace
As blasphemy
that self destructs
in arrogance
— repeats
(The New Room: March, 2024)
She whispers in the night
to waiting dreamers
She whispers in the night
where tears have shed
She whispers in the night
to hearts abandoned
She whispers in the night
— and wakes the dead
America’s
faded glory
the polo field
reminds
Of years
of fleeting greatness
and hopes that lived
in kind
A child walks
the ball field
where ponies
used to tread
With memories
buried deep below
their grandeur
— all but dead
(The New Room: March, 2024)
Heaven
has no doorbell
Salvation
has no ring
The call redemptive
from inside
Where Angels
— flock to sing
(1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2024)
Able to take change
in smaller increments …
the total overwhelms
The pieces digested
in tiny fragments
absconding from the realm
— Breaking it down —
taming the maelstrom
hail turns into rain
The whole reemerging
inside my becoming
transforming me again
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Living in the zoo
hunting in the jungle
Dying in the space between
— buried in the past
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Preaching to the choir
one more like will do
Beating the last dying horse
postings stay as new
I’ll read yours if you’ll read mine
lined up in the queue
I’ll say yes if you agree
— who is kidding who
(The New Room: March, 2024)
Preaching to the choir
one more like will do
Beating the last dying horse
postings stay as new
I’ll read yours if you’ll read mine
lined up in the queue
I’ll say yes if you agree
— who is kidding who
(The New Room: March, 2024)
Passing mile marker 75
I start to get young again
Reversing the clock the faster I go
Rod Serling fills his pen
At mile marker 80 my hair is back
my vision clear and free
And reaching 100 I’m safe in the womb
— returning unto Thee