For Papa
That monster inside us
devouring the past
Our memories hunted
most recent to last
No mercy is shown us
as darkness creeps in
Today and tomorrow
—lost into the wind
(Tribute To Hemingway: January, 2024)
Lakota Buffalo Prayer
Shooting
today
Killing
tomorrow
Targeted
fortune
Lost
—to the wind
(The New Room: January, 2024)
I don’t write for
you … or you … or you
— I write for YOU
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Baiting
a feeling
Passion
is tracked
Luring
the moment
Setting
the trap
Eyes
look upon you
Cage
set on fire
Death
in the ashes
Preying
— desire
(The New Room: January, 2024)
It wasn’t fate
— it just was
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
What proclaims
to save our souls
is killing its believers
Religion worse
than nuclear war …
born again deceivers
Breaking every
moral creed
stealing zero-sum
Ashes left to burn
and rot
—Yahweh on the run
(The New Room: January, 2023)
We share the same silence
we think the same thoughts
We have the same daydreams
not rented or bought
We live in the spaces
of a lost inbetween
And wander through moments
that time hasn’t seen
We care for each other
we live for today
We treasure the quiet
of nothing to say
We give without taking
our well never dry
And smile ever meeting
—never saying goodbye
(The New Room: January, 2024)
Power
Over life
Gives
Power
Over death
One
Dictates
The other
In joy
And regret
Each
Beginning
And ending
Brings
More of the same
Our
Destiny
Married
To both
—in refrain
(The New Room: January, 2024)
It’s not the steps that you take
— but the footprints you leave
(Ithan Pennsylvania: January, 2024)
Ignored
by my children
Especially
my daughter
Taken
for granted
Taking
up space
Living
unnoticed
My pain
front and center
Checking
off boxes
That never
erase
Knowing
she loves me
More
now than ever
My face
a reminder
Of greatness
long past
My voice
the last vestige
Of songs
sung together
A melody
silenced
When first
—became last
(The New Room: January, 2024)
Morphing through
the decades
leaning on our pasts
Brian, Paul, Van, and I
still living
loose and fast
The words have
deeper meaning
as melodies refrain
The end in view
but out of sight
—the magic preordained
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: January, 2024)
