If there was no one

to believe

would there still

be truth

 

If there was no one

to tell

would silence

take root

 

If there was no one

to laugh

would smiles

be gone

 

If there was no one

to love

would all feeling

— abscond

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

 

 

 

 

The farther we stray

from our natures

the more depressed we get

 

Hunting, fishing

and chopping wood

our DNA and yet …

 

We sit and stare

at digital screens

our spirits on the run

 

And shun each other

inhumane

 our futures zero — sum

 

(The New Room: September, 2024)

 

Is thinking sufficient

to turn us around

 

Cerebral in nature

as problems surround

 

For thousands of years

our nose to the stone

 

We’ve battled our nature

and mostly we drone

 

The answers elude us

the questions forbear

 

While sins of our fathers

live on in the air

 

The harder we toil

the greater we fail

 

All change in the wishing

— our fortunes entail

 

(Saint Davids Pennsylvania: September, 2024)

 

The Angels

have gone

Only devils

are left

Clouds

die infested 

With fire

beset

Pitchforks

are glowing

Coal burning

the harps

Grace lost

in the smoke

Tomorrow

— is dark

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

Forgiveness comes

to those who pray

Salvations ear

one plea away

The wishes sent

to Heaven stay

To mark the path

— and light the way

 

(1^st Book Of Prayers: September, 2024)

There’s no problem

with death

when it’s

tomorrow

One day from

today

as the calendar

turns

Time

stays an orphan

 all moments

adopted

The end

yet beginning

its promise

— adjourned

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

Music

 when explained

the notes retract

 

Visceral

ideation

 falling flat

 

Resonance

systemic

joy intoned  

 

Romancing

 the silence

— calling you home

 

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

Leaving tomorrow

starting again

Moments resplendent

 free of the din

 

Touching a sunrise

kissing the rain

Hugging a moonbeam

— joy preordained

 

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

The thing

about rhyme

is you can’t help

but read it

 

The glue

in the verbiage

whose tonic

is needed

 

Uniting

each line

with the magic

of sound

 

Melding the

moment

as phrases

— surround

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024) O/L 9-23-2024

 

 

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Staring into

a crystal gaze

 The throng is burning

purple haze

 

Music blaring

notes on fire

Crescendo glaring

demon ire

 

Staring into

a crystal gaze

The faces foreign

 voices bade

 

In unison

their screams demand

Encored tribute

— to save the band

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)