Ego’s

not armies

destroy an empire

 

Inside

to rampage

—pillage and burn

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

Caught between

fear and despondency

it came as two trains

passing in the night

 with him on the center rail

too frozen to choose

too barren to cry

too orphaned to commit

hearing the screams

from the dying polarity

tearing him from the center

of his emptiness

daring him to move

while forcing him to stay

the 8^th deadly sin beset…

D-E-S-P-A-I-R-I-N-G

with the sound of the fury

the pressure and the heat

sucking out the last vestige

of the man he had been

before all hope gave in to fear

 

(Septa’s R5: March, 2022)

A Poet who writes his name in ink

and screams his name in blood

Tomorrow will hear what his wounds make clear

—to die in glory of

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

This is the 6th Novel in a Historical Fiction series I started

over ten years ago.  There will be ten in total when the series

is done.

I’ve been working with a movie company that its interested

in acquiring the rights to turn the series into a TV Show or

Movie. It should be in bookstores by April 15th.

Hope you like the cover…

Kurt

 

 

No time for the memories,

no time to refrain

No time for the questions,

as answers proclaim

No time for the yearnings,

 regret hovers close

No time for new learning

—all time but a ghost

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2015)

 

Rivers of compromise,

canyons of denial

flooding uncertainty

—mile by mile

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

 

The world has forever

outgrown itself,

its pants no longer fit

 

The cuffs too short,

the waist too tight,

its inseam worn and ripped

 

The fabric that

it used to grow,

lay barren in the field

 

The magic that

it used to show,

a sleight of hand reveal

 

The world has forever

outgrown itself,

its future running out

 

The earth exposed,

the sky on fire

—all life but hand to mouth

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

Today was tomorrow

—all of yesterday

 

(Craters Of The Moon Idaho: September, 2020)

The lights went out,

the music played,

as Angels spread their wings

 

My name recalled,

my heart enthralled

—as joyous cherubs sing

 

(1^st Book Of Prayers: March, 2022)

When the spirit listens

—the heart forgives

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2011)