Light

bids me welcome

darkness retreats

Alas

poor death

thou must be alone

His gate

reopens

before yours has locked

The harp

of an Angel

—calling me home

 

(The 1^st Book Of Prayers: August, 2023)

The child of

a desert wind

and a mystery …

he swept across the land

 

Knighting each moment

with martial intent …

death

at his command

 

All enemies chosen

with glorious care …

each battle

zero sum

 

His legend immortal

written in blood …

the future bespoken

—eternity’s son

 

(The New Room: August, 2023)

 

 

 

Old age brings

delusion

Youth the vengeful

liar

Caught between

confusion reigns

As time restokes

the fire

 

Tweedledee

and Tweedledum

The Brothers Grimm

delight

What doesn’t rob

by light of day

Will steal from you

at night

 

Wisdom rots on

twisted vines

That choke

the palace walls

Where jesters climb

in ill attempts

To heed the

emperor’s call

 

Senility

humility

Where folly

once was young

The years have come

the tears have stayed

—tomorrow on the run

 

(The New Room: August, 2023)

Never able to break on through

 caught in the time capsule

of yesterday’s tomorrow

he wandered alone …

Searching the darkened streets

of Santa Monica

hearing the music—chasing the words

dancing as demons followed behind

Channeling ancient voices

 trapped outside a future closed

to his irreverent questioning

—lost within the storm

 

(To JDM: August, 2023)  

The way they come to me

the way that they’re heard

And written in haste

whether rich or absurd

Each vowel from the anthem

of consonant rhymes

Pronouncing arrhythmic  

with hopes to define

Religiously deigning

the blood from my pen

New veins on the parchment

—alive from within

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)

I could write a sonnet

or maybe a play

I could have gone epic

in hopes to relay

What snippets say better

in stations of rhyme

And carry within them

—a power sublime

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)

I have been wrong

more times than I’m right

Intentions misguided

in search of the light

Each time I have stumbled

each time that I’d fall

New chance for redemption

those voices on call

My pathway hard trodden

the ruts and the stones

Defining a journey

where wishes atone

Whose last steps once taken

though battered and torn

Emerge from the darkness

—my spirit reborn

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)

 

What did I leave

my family

What have I left

to my kids

What did we share

together

Why would they ever

forgive

The things I kept

inside me …

The times I sat

alone …

The things I hid

in silence …

Those times

—that haunt me so

 

(The New Room: August, 2023)

Words are like paint

your voice is the brush

The image though spoken

both vivid and lush

 

Each page but a portrait

your canvas when bound

Today and tomorrow

—eternity’s sound

 

(The New Room: August, 2023)

A simulated consciousness

beyond our will to choose

Defying Einstein, Bohr, and Hume

where logic stands defused

 

The matter at hand can’t matter

when rules unwrite themselves

An order once thought preordained

—entropic and indwelt

 

(The New Room: August, 2023)