Dreams Of ‘Papa’

 

Burning fat

off your soul

with each word

that he wrote

 

Every vision

a banquet

to swallow

or choke

 

In the ring

or arena

with blood

boiling high

 

A man greets

the dragon

with hello

— or goodbye

 

(Dreams Of Papa: May, 2025)

 

 

Sins Of Omission

 

Intending

to deceive

with words

unsaid

In your

silence

truth denied

 

What’s stays

on mute

voiced in

your head

Its  

intention

— vilified    

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

 

Smyllum Park

 

The great

deceivers

hope and affection

Leave you

a foundling

an orphan of joy

As twins

they’re conscripted

in fields of abandon

Where life takes

no solace

and heartache

— deploys

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

 

Into The Breach

 

Every war

is different

Every war’s

the same

Bullets fly

and soldiers die

With valor

— to rename

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

 

 

Crossing Over

 

A whispered dare

a final vow

the Rubicon behind

 

New Light ahead

through smoke and blood

the final victim — time

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

 

Self-Owned

 

Remember

the day

you became entitled

to yourself

 

No debts to pay

no last charade

the circle closed

— indwelt

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

 

Reflection

 

Do we just recall

a memory

Or its cause

and its effect

 

Is consciousness

a chain of links

To front load

— or dissect

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

 

Beatitude

 

The deeper you question

the more you constrain

God’s true existence

to never explain

 

Loosen your grip

on what holds you back

Surrender to glory

— Divinity’s tack

 

(1^st Book of Prayers: May, 2025)

 

 

The Only Thing

 

Winning is always

undefeated

Score

to tell the tale

 

The victory plum

is zero sum

With glory

— to regale

 

(The New Room: May, 2025)

 

 

All Is Now

 

Unplugging tomorrow

recharging today

Conscripting the moment

— inside which we pray

 

(1^st Book of Prayers: May, 2025)

 

 

 

 

Forbidden Ground

 

Wandering

beyond the limitation

of death

 Trespassing

through the back gate

 of forever

Maundering

alone in a virgin

wilderness

Witnessing

 the future destruction

—  of time

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

 

 

Bookends

 

Enough to be absent

he fumbled the words  

His mind ever vacant

new truancies heard

 

Those spaces beyond him

those spaces behind

Bookends of fruition

— unspoken defined

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

 

 

Sognefjord Waiting

 

A mile

past tomorrow

a glacier

lies at rest

New memories stored

within its fjord

awaiting

— our behest

 

(The New Room: May, 2025)

 

 

 

Religion …

opium

of the poor

And roadmap

of the forever

— lost

 

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

Some go

through life

in a sophomoric

zone

 

Knowing about

strangers

while being

alone

 

To ever

quote names

or that face

in the crowd

 

Aggrandizing

self

as their folly

— astounds

 

(Reading Market Philadelphia: May, 2025)

A Poet dies

and

the world lives

to mourn

Rereading his

words

a new spirit

is born

 

In paradigms

searching

for hope and

reprieve

His memory

calls out

to those

— who believe

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

Wrap your poem

around nothing

its bow mocked

in relief

Each word

but a gesture

of empty

deceit

 

Wrap your verse

in a vacuum

where all speech

is abhorred

The power

of emptiness

alone

— and unscored

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

Days beyond memory

born in perfection

Light unrefracted

teasing the sun

 

Time without numbers

thought unencumbered

Lost in beginnings

— never to end

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

Immortality

a panacea

if not for the cost

— mortality

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

I heard

death call

before seeing

its face

Far in

the distance

it sent

its embrace

 

Each sound

an omen

betrothed

deep inside

Announcing

the groom

awaiting

— the bride

 

(The New Room: May, 2025)