Style and grace

I thought I knew

Until I spent

my life with you

 

The joy you shower

my luck to claim

The love you flower

— my hearts refrain

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Revolution

always eats

its children

 

Feasting

on prodigy

— dogma be damned

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

The greatest obstacle

to discovery

— is discovery itself

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

The DNA of Illusion

 — is Time

 

(Thank You, Leon: January, 2025)

You bloom where  

you’re planted

the Sage

told the Priest

 

Your flowers

won’t blossom

if distant

and bleak

 

As fate

seeds your valley

the force

reaches out

 

Reseeding

creation

in whispers

— that shout

 

(The New Room: January, 2025)

If I ask you …  

“How Does A Watch Work”

And you say …  

“Keep An Eye On The Time”

 

The anecdote preying

answer naysaying  

Pathway to reason

— unrhymed

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

In his

indecision

he changed

again

Only to

become more

of what he had

— never been

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Justification

of illusion

the surface

unsure

 

Each step

poorly taken

new death

— to allure

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Wandering off

 drifting hither and yon

Stumbling without purpose

through maddening throngs

Askant in reflection

devoid of all thought

The badlands awaiting

— eternity fraught

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

When I got to Heaven

the gates were listing

a ‘going out of business’

sale

 

The Angels on clearance

Saints on deep markdown

Grace and the Cherubs

e-tailed

 

When I got to Heaven

the Devil in line

waiting to go in

and buy

 

His credit card ready

Cerberus in tow

the damned and the wicked

— behind

 

(The New Room: January, 2025)