Time …
the enigmatic
trap
we’re all caught within
(The New Room: November, 2024)
Time …
the enigmatic
trap
we’re all caught within
(The New Room: November, 2024)
My slanguage
keeps the fire hot
my feet against the coals
My slanguage
what the critics hate
new venom to extol
My slanguage
whether read or sung
its message still the same
My slanguage
seeding my rebirth
— lost within the rain
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Painfully beautiful …
oxymoronic
The quiet so loud
— all parameters die
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Writing
is but
an escape
for the soul
Freeing
our passions
making
— us whole
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
He stood by
my cradle
And followed
my hearse
Unlocking
two portals
Both blessing
— and curse
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Today
I decided
not to rhyme
The words
in volleys
poorly formed
Predicates
outcast
covers smashed
Their accents
bouncing
meanings lost
Today
I decided
not to rhyme
Appeasing
some
beyond the fence
Connections
broken
phrases served
Playing tennis
without
— a net
(The New Room: November, 2024)
Reaching into the
public consciousness
the words were given free
Blowing fresh holes
through blind consensus
nothing there to see
Reaching into
the common anthem
selling out for fate
Lost in the current
of tomorrow’s maelstrom
— passing heaven’s gate
(The New Room: November, 2024)
We couldn’t survive
each to the other
We couldn’t let go
to live
We couldn’t give
without retaking
We couldn’t express
what we felt
We couldn’t stay quiet
when being together
We couldn’t come back
from the past
We couldn’t forgive
what time had rescinded
We couldn’t remember
— to forget
(Woodstock: Summer, 1969)
He wandered to the rim
looking over and down
Lost in a memory
his fear as a shroud
As voices from faces
that he never saw
Called out from the darkness
— with time overdrawn
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Innocence a foreigner
if beautiful or dark
No one who can lead the way
— has purity of heart
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)