You can’t beat fate
with the stars in alignment
You can’t beat fate
all your ducks in a row
You can’t beat fate
with your words in confinement
You can’t beat fate
—till you let it all go
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
You can’t beat fate
with the stars in alignment
You can’t beat fate
all your ducks in a row
You can’t beat fate
with your words in confinement
You can’t beat fate
—till you let it all go
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Become what you are
false prophets be damned
The greatness within you
beyond their command
Become what you will
His light shining forth
Expanding the moment
—yourself as the source
(The 1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2023)
Portals of perception …
they used to get taught
to seekers and dreamers
and children unwrought
Depravity and greed
force fed to the young
with lies and betrayal
—their futures forgone
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
The Pied Piper of failure
loose in our schools
Cacophony playing
of pedants and fools
He lures and beguiles
to those innocent souls
Who locked in his footsteps
—will never be whole
(The New Room: March, 2023)
Tomorrow left abandoned
with every choice I make
Constricting all potential joy
and limiting my fate
Each short term indecision
restricting unrestrained
My future playing out of tune
a timed and dull refrain
Most often I have missed it
when no outweighs a yes
For temporal gain my judgment strained
—an orphan in regress
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
God is dead
your Divinity wakens
the Word incarnate
—each breath fortells
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
We’ve lost the ability
to laugh at ourselves …
P.C. humor both lifeless
and dry
Our levity as tepid
as our character flawed
Fraying the tightrope
—awaiting a fall
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
In deepest memory
my mind escapes
to places yet journeyed
undreamed they await
In deepest memory
the future untold
awaiting unbeckoned
—the next bell to toll
(Dreamsleep Tribute To Laura Nyro: March, 2023)
If consciousness dies
is that all there is
or does some higher state
reimagine what was
When consciousness dies
will birth reoccur
no longer indentured
to time and its spurs
If consciousness dies
do rainbows of light
take over our essence
transcending our sight
When consciousness dies
is confusion bereft
as reference get buried
—and prescience resets
(The New Room: March, 2023)
Requesting
forgiveness
from the dead
My will
crossing over
no longer misled
Requesting
forgiveness
my debt was set free
Destiny
reckoned
—atonement complete
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)