No more

a student

My soul

reclaimed

My thoughts

my own

The truth

—regained

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Never lend your wealth

or nobility to others

What can’t be given must be kept

—till providence comes to claim

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Water takes on form

determined by the container

Its main characteristic

forever to move downward

 

An army’s defenses

should act like water

Filling in the empty spaces

of the attacker’s weakness

 

Where mind and spirit meet

darkness turns to daylight

Once you luminate the battlefield 

you can counter at any time

 

When your will pierces

the enemy’s fear and turns it against them

You swallow their spirit

digesting it whole

 

Advancing as one

withdrawing as one

Victory of great consequence

knows no other way

 

Winning flows in torrents

 through the heart of the commander

Whose soldiers fight through strength of hand

—in currents to define

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Once again

Religion

Is tearing us apart

 

Judaic tears

Islamic fear

Shared values in the dark

 

To kill

For an idea

Judgmental and profane

 

Begins the end

The baby drowned

—in bathwaters of pain

 

(The New Room: November, 2023)

Choices

a reminder …

each one comes with a cost

Freedom won

or gallows hung

to gain what could be lost

Decisions

cross the tundra …

reforming time itself

Transporting ice

through devil fire

—one glacier left to melt

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Ice on the fence wire …

insult to injury

The barb when it’s deadly

pointed and sharp

A night rain has frozen

and hidden the danger

Awaiting intruders

—that come in the dark

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Viewed from a distance

—we all fade to insignificance

 

(Dreamsleep: November. 2023)

 

Has your life

become an anthem

to those things

that you’ve fled

Did denial

and avoidance

leave you once

in good stead

Can you swear

to the heavens

you had

no other choice

Cowardice

and trepidation

the breath

—in your voice

 

(The New Room: November, 2023)

Soft and complacent

our youth in denial

What evil disguises

the past has on file

 

Wishing and hoping

a smokescreen at best

Masking our fear

while fouling our nest

 

The seeds of our history

whose names have been damned

And mocked until cancelled

our heritage banned

 

In near distant cauldrons

a pot stirs and boils

Awaiting our downfall

—and all we’ve despoiled

 

(The New Room: November, 2023)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Claiming your goodness

—results in its loss

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)