If the first casualty of war

is truth

 

The next casualty of war

is peace

 

The third casualty of war

is life

 

Until the last casualty of war…

hope

 

(Warsaw: March, 2022)

Locked behind the doors of my heart,

good wishes sleep unsaid

Whose key I’ve lost and yet to find

…this lonely empty bed

With dreams undreamt and vacant nights,

the hours linger on

All hopes and tidings unfulfilled

—and feelings all but gone

 

(Warsaw: March, 2022)

 

Don’t make the time,

take the time

—life inside the difference

 

(Warsaw: March, 2022)

Intention outstripped

his power of reason

Leaving him naked

—a meadow deflowered

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)

Art,

the poison with which

the universe stings…

the artist dead

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)

Keep the fire burning,

 worshipping the ash

Changing paper into smoke

—time and mood recast

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)

Hope is not a strategy,

wisdom not an end

Moment to moment we live the truth

—borrowing to lend

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)

Art,

being tied to form

is inferior to life

 

In the actuality

of its being

—life is

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)

Experiencing

You

Experiencing

Me

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)

My Son…

a living poem

my deepest insight

—and greatest love

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)