Appearance

reality

their differences

hide

Within the

perception

that judgment

abides

 

If once

crossing over

there’s no

going back

The tradeoff

complete

their identity

— hacked

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Listen for the rumble

hear it roar

Retribution’s coming

from distant fjords

 

Your lack of judgment

and crass disdain

Will mark the sentence

its will proclaims

 

Feel the vibration

wake the hopeless

From their sleep

impassioned dreams

 

From the forest

to the ocean

Nature’s rage

— its verdict screams

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

If I give you

today

Will you give up

tomorrow

 

If I ask

you to wander

Can direction

be saved

 

If I say

that I love you

Will the words

meld the seasons

 

If I surrender

this moment

Can forever

— be gone

 

(The New Room: March, 2025)

Gunpowder

was to ‘Little Boy’

as a whisper

to a shout

 

Forever changed

the world remains

enslaved

— unto its rout

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Painting with words

speaking in colors

Palette of voices

— rainbow Divine

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

The moon unquestioned

has no answers

Between light’s reflection

the coming dawn

 

One promise chosen

to fill the darkness

One promise chosen

to calm the storm

 

As planets rally

the moon abandoned

The time for reason

has come and gone

 

They spin their orbits

and claim reentry

New eyes upon them

new axis spawned

 

Rotating freely

in pinball madness

Colliding passions

of night’s retreat

 

A new moon laughing

the death of order

A new moon waiting

— as shadows sleep

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

The higher you rise

the thinner the air

The more that’s at risk

the less there’s to dare

As oxygen falters

your head becomes light

And looking above you

fear turns to delight

The sun is setting

far over the peak

The summit awaits

whose answers you seek

With twilight retreating

your flag in the rock

You enter the madness

— descending unlocks

 

(Memories Of Sagarmatha: April, 1981)

God can’t become

that greater

than he is

God can’t become

tomorrow

or today

God can’t become

now or then

when always

God but exists

pure reason

— faith relayed

 

(The First Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)

 

Affable people

are likeable fools

Divorced from the moment

their banter unspools

 

Affable people

in search of a creed

Amusing examples

— of folly indeed

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Someday to write

the greatest poem

The most powerful words

forever to hear

 

Someday to write

the moment solemn

Where time will stop counting

— and prescience endears

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)