Between truth

and falsity

In the cold

empty darkness

— lies a poem

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Battling each

paradigm

I wandered alone

Straight into

the maelstrom

of thundering tomes

 

My nose

pointed North

spitting into the wind

Decision once made

a line crossed

from within

 

Reciting

a dogma

both precious and torn

The words fill my spirit

once lost

and forlorn

 

Chasing a promise

that’s eluded

so long

An Angel appears

to whose will

— I belong

 

(The New Room: January, 2025)

 

What would you pay

to erase a memory

 

What would you buy

to blot out the stain

 

What would you give

to not be forsaken

 

What would you take

to lessen the pain

 

What would you know

if the words came unstrung

 

What would you hear

if the silence prolonged

 

What would it be

if time was delinquent

 

What would it mean

— if the meaning was gone 

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Oh to be

remembered

Not to be

forgot

Excuses lost

in borrowed time

Reasons

— dearly bought

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

On the road

we are

beyond

all consequence

Troubadours

of destiny

children

— of an ageless song

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

 

 

Allergic

to the truth

Immune

to virtues glow

One infection

plagues my soul

Whose cure

— my sin forgoes

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

Eating everything

on the menu

Dylan asked for more

 

His hunger

reestablished

leftovers on the floor

 

A bite into

the future

yesterday a whore

 

A meal once paid

forever staid

— new rawness to procure

 

 

(The New Room: December, 2024)

Ambition

is the best pursuit

the road to glory

calls

 

Ambition

is the worst pursuit

that leads to

your downfall

 

Ambition

tames the wildest beast

its jungle free

of thorns

 

Ambition

breeds the deepest hate

your future paved

— with scorn

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

 

He learned

to race

before

he walked

The world

too slow

his freedom

caught

To fans

who watched

and those

who loved

His spirit

soars

at speed

— above

(The New Room: December, 2024)

It lives

in the margins

betwixt and between

 

Visible

yet fleeting

a light once unseen

 

When reaching

to touch

its magic forestalls

 

Lost to that

moment

— posterity calls

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)