Having less

suffering more

Doors were slamming

wolf at the door

 

Arriving first

finishing last

Spiraling downward

— perdition recast 

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Lost in a ditch

on the highway

of life

 

A change

came upon him

from darkness to light

 

That dead end

Apostle

arose and broke free

 

Remanding

his spirit

— at last unto Thee

 

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

I wrote them

for the wind

not publication

 

I wrote them

for the now

future be damned

 

I wrote them

in a sweet

anticipation

 

I wrote them

to release

— upon the land

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Homeless

enflamed   

in the alleyway

food

their main concern

 

Love

someone else’s

mystery

hunger’s infliction

— to burn

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

My heart bled

and writing

was an open wound

As words

poured out

in hemorrhaged pleadings

No suture

or hemostat

clotting their flow

The nearer

the end

the harder it pumped

In gushing

pulsations of

finality  

Bleeding out

what time

— could never give back  

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

 

The chorus of criticism

echoes unblessed

Where millions hide waiting

misled and repressed

 

Destruction and mayhem

the rallying cry

With freedom the villain

— in hope’s genocide

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

 

When a man

has nothing

The easiest thing to sell him

— is a dream

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Do I think

you can silence a poem

In a word

the answer is NO

 

Do I think

you can bridle a passion

You’d be better served

melting a stone

 

Do I think

you can marry tomorrow

Still married

to yesterday’s pain

 

Do I think

you can joyously wander

Locked in step

— with the devil again

 

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

 

 

Knowledge

without proof

Belief

without doubt

Living

without fear

Rejoicing

— devout

 

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

 

You look at me

and all feeling is absent

without understanding

or care

 

Calling me brother

remaining a stranger

defined by the

distance we share

 

Caught in the fury

of loves abandon

You wander inclement

storm raging inside

 

A ghost in the mirror

a twin of reflection

Two eyes that stare coldly

— across the divide

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)