The Blues won’t ask
permission
as it infiltrates
your soul
Each riff a lesion
around your heart
each wail
heartbreak untold
The Blues wont grant
forgiveness
for those roads on which
you strayed
But the thing it wills
inside you
is the mojo
— that you play
(Kingston Mines: January, 2026)
Blues Poem #20
God
brought to children
in sorties of pain
Strictures
and scriptures
religion ordained
The wings
of an Angel
lie buried within
Iconoclasts
pawning
— original sin
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
Until they find a cure
for avarice and greed
the just will stand alone
Until they combine
the system as caste
vicissitude sits on the throne
Until they end
starvation and blight
world hunger forever abides
Until their love
is retendered anew
— Ascension forever denied
(First Book Of Prayers: January, 2026)
Trapped
in the machinery
enmeshing his pain
Orphaned on
the loading dock
of yesterday’s fame
Laden
with the icons
of perfidy’s haze
Wandering through
the desert
— of destiny’s maze
(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)
The smell of
petrichor
and thunder
The taste of
solace
and goodbye
The sound of
memory’s
last rejection
The touch of
love’s
enduring lie
That thing
that slips
between your fingers
A feeling
lost
when foundlings cry
The sight of
vision’s
lost intention
Whose moment
bleeds
— je ne sais quoi
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Only the dead
know the end of war
Cursing the living
to forever endure
Rich people gifted
to hide in the past
Where nightmare’s amend
— their terror recast
(Tribute To George Santayana: January, 2026)
What they don’t know
one can only assess
What they can’t see
they can never possess
What they affirm
they can never deny
What they proclaim
they can never imply
Things they impugn
only traitors allow
Things they assume
they will never avow
Things they besmirch
they will never applaud
Things they embrace
they will never defraud
Once they betroth
all suitors be damned
Once they constrict
to never expand
Once they commit
to never rethink
Once they get sober
to never take drink
If they remember
those promises cast
If they retender
the future and past
If they stay open
the visions will come
If they’re bespoken
— the truth zero sum
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Say it simply
or not at all
The truth uncovered
in brief recall
Too often masked
in verbiage strewn
Whose darkness blackens
— a sunless noon
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Begging
for what their past endowed
the Sioux
displaced once more
Imbued
by Wakan Tanka
their legacy
unmoored
They fought
the armed invader
winning battles
losing homes
Giving up
the greatest way
of life
— we’ve ever known
(‘Searching For Crazy Horse’: January, 2011)
Is there consciousness
without language …
how would you know
I believe that there is
but have nothing
to show
The ‘Hard Problem’
continues …
unmetered unrhymed
Restated
unproven
— and left ill defined
(Radnor High School: January, 2026)
