Perceiving

the particular

We become

universal

Transforming

our spirit

Refreshing

— our soul

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

A riot

of illusions

 a festival

on hold

 

The jester caught

laughing

at what’s yet

been told

 

Saint George

his new dragon

a pet

on a leash

 

The parade

stops and watches

as minstrels

beseech

 

Cheery O’

Cherry O’

the knave said

to the Queen

 

As he stole 

back the memory

of all that’s

unseen

 

While the clock

in the tower

struck one

final time

 

And the square

clouded over

with darkness

— unrhymed

 

(Dreamsleep: September,2024)

Sleep

is for dreamers

to hide

from the dawn

 

My visions

returning

and will

mostly gone

 

Three days

since I’ve

woken

the memories dance

 

All over

the future

 in destiny’s

— trance

 

(The New Room: September, 2024)

Too many

times

I walked down

that road

 

Too many

signs

said “lighten

your load”

 

Too many

faces

came out of

the rain

 

Too many

phrases

I couldn’t

explain

 

(now)

 

Too many

voices

attract

and repel

 

Too many

choices

heaven

or hell

 

Too many

warnings

in search

of an ear

 

Too many

mornings

in love

with my fear

 

Too many

chances

to hide

from the change

 

Too many

off ramps

 that lead

— to more pain

 

(Site Of The Main Point: September, 2024)

Fated poets

wander lost

in a sea of dreams

 

Devoid of truth

and not in rhyme

their words demeaned

 

Lasting moments

unresolved

repeat and spawn

 

Waiting for new

light to birth

— a saving dawn

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

Sword of  

the noble

With fury

unsheathed

Trumping

dishonor

And knaves

unreprieved   

 

Knighted in

armor

Endowed

from on high

Legend

heraldic

 With duty

— reprised

 

(The New Room: September, 2024)

Nothing matters

once you’re gone

It matters

when you’re here

 

Tomorrow cloaked

in lost regret

Today

the moment dear

 

Transcendence born

of time undone

Free

of all the rules

 

The sand to run

till all is lost

If prescience

— left unschooled

 

(The New Room: September, 2024)

Splitting infinity …

 truth should always

— lead to more

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

There are some things

you can only sing

but never say

 

There are some things

given out but once

in the foray

 

There are some things

that the world lays claim

and takes its due

 

There are some things

past the cloud of time

you must pursue

 

Living on the edge

is sharper

cut or not

 

Dying for that

final answer

knowing what

 

Praising what the mob

is damning

come what may

 

Loving what the

moment seizes

— counterplayed

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

The pursuit of truth

a lonely endeavor

In stark isolation

veracity found

 

A choice must be made

to weather the maelstrom  

The trek all consuming

— onto higher ground

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)