Truth is an orphan

alone in the wind

License for others

who hide from within

 

Facing the storm

without fear or excuse

A guardian steps forward  

— with hope to infuse

 

(To Charlie Kirk: September, 2025)

 

Treating

the symptoms

ignoring

the cause

The outcome

redundant

all change

stuck on pause

 

The people

the problem

the root

of the pain

No law

or restriction

can change

DNA

 

Our values

on fire

from those

who are lost

They hate

with an ignorance

perdition

defrosts

 

You can’t make

an omelet

with eggs

that won’t fry

And you can’t save

the farm

feral pigs

— in the sty

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

A river of

redemption

waiting beyond

These shallows

of torment

and rocks devil spawned

With rapids

approaching

white water ahead

Their nature

and prophecy

fueling the dread

As speed

is increasing

its roar on the rise

The falls

of the Jordan

— to live or to die

 

(Snake River ‘Lunch Counter:’ September, 2020)

Short

is most sweet

when the sugar

is pure

Its message

like honey

when added

to lure

The Mime

as your server

with candy

implied

Truth

in the tasting

its richness

— to hide

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

Wheelchairs

and walkers

in God’s

waiting room

Praying

abeyant

the end

coming soon

 

Front to

the back

they line

in the queue

Telling their

stories

from memory’s

askew

 

They wait

and they wonder

who’s next

to go

As all through

the lounge

great grandkids

in tow

 

New moments

like hen’s teeth

each minute

a year

As walkers

and wheelchairs

rust out

— in the tears

 

(Dunwoody Retirement Home: September, 2025)

 

 

Reimagine the future

honor the past

Live in the moment

first ever last

 

Change the perspective

fences destroyed

Polar invectives

cursed to employ

 

The baby and bathwater

image du jour

Becoming the instant

your lens is secured

 

Honor the future

reimagine the past

Live beyond either

— your essence recast

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

 

 

 

 

 

Nothing

more precious

than freedom

 

Nothing

sings louder

than praise

 

Nothing

more honored

than courage

 

Nothing

burns hotter

than rage

 

Nothing

escaping

the moment

 

Nothing

becomes

what it’s not

 

Nothing

can be

uncreated

 

Nothing

released

— till it’s caught

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

 

 

 

Crossing the addictions

of body and soul

Delirium tremens

is taking its toll

 

Like Nitro and Glycerin

waiting to strike

Their coupling disastrous

all day into night

 

My spirit when willing

the flesh all too weak

Those few days I’m able

my willpower bleak

 

The detox not working

no cure comes my way

All food tastes like poison

these shakes here to stay

 

A bomb ticks within me

its fuse ever burns

Tomorrow a concept

long stolen unlearned

 

With nerve endings fraught

and my body destroyed

These nightmare’s the worst

— when in daylight deployed

 

(Radnor Pennsylvania: September, 2025)

“Put the team first …

and the ball seems to find you”

 

(Torry Holt: September, 2025)  

Do you become

famished

before you get

hungry

 

Do you become

smitten

when being

alone

 

Do you become

distant

once over

the target

 

Do you become

vagrant

though always

at home

 

Do you become

younger

with wrinkles

upon you

 

Do you become

foreign

while taking

the pledge

 

Do you become

angry

and lost

in your garden

 

Do you become

tempted

when nearing

— the edge

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)