Give me the poverty

that enjoys true wealth

And the joy in believing

— that nothing is free

 

(Dreamsleep With HDT: September, 2025)

As strength deserts

my body

the weights grow

hard to lift

Each rep I fake

four breaths I take

and atrophy

persists

 

Those muscles ripped

in times long past

but memory

to me now

An aging racehorse

on the hill

one step

— beyond the plow

 

(Anytime Fitness: September, 2025)

You can only change

what is

with what isn’t

Where you Christen

this moment

by choice

You can only bless

tomorrow

through memory

Where you choose

to be free

— and rejoice

 

(1^st Book Of Prayers: September, 2025)

 

For yesterday

today

and tomorrow

There is

but only

one word

YES

to

the future

YES

to the past

YES

to the moment

— unheard

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

Ten million people

killed by machete

The Congo a hemorrhage

of human despair

 

Ten million people

whose carcasses rotting

In jungles of torment

— and life’s disrepair

 

(The New Room: September, 2025)

The rivers of our persuasion

empty

into an ocean of solitude

 

Leading the swift current

over the rapid shoals

— to greater and greater depths

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

There was a time

when my vision was raw

but my words

were riper still

 

There was a time

before there was pain

with the weather

never chill

 

There was a time

when the wind called my name

zephyrs

 fresh and new

 

There was a time

with my feelings in song

in love with the moment

— and you

 

(Perelman Center: September, 2025)

 

 

Leavened unleavened

risen and stayed

Lost when recovered

joyful dismay

 

Intrinsic extrinsic

the whole without parts

Tomorrow this moment

stopping to start

 

Benign and bedeviled

revealed yet unseen

A valid deception

blessed but obscene

 

The past and the future

hello and goodbye

Affirming rejection

— all truth to belie

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

 

 

The raw material

of America

intrinsically damned

Its nature

and character

lost out of hand

 

Divisive

vindictive

self-interest gone wild

A narcissists

graveyard

— misused to beguile

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

 

Materializing

memory

photos on the wall

Immortalizing

tomorrow

vision to recall

Prescience

in the offing

feelings coming home

Sentience

remaking

— that forever known

 

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)