You can live

ad infinitum

until you die

but once

The end of all

beginning

a finality

that trumps

 

You can live

free of its power

but not beyond

its grip

The underside

of sentience

in shadows

— looming thick

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)

 

Oh, to look like him

Oh, to sail like him

Oh, to write like him

Oh, to fish like him

Oh, to paint like him

Oh, to sculpt like him

Oh, to act like him

— Oh, to be like him

 

(My Boyhood Hero: From the Greatest TV Show Ever – ‘Adventure’s In Paradise’ 1959 – 1962)

https://adventuresinparadisetv.com/vanityfair.html

 

 

Adam Troy

 

He chartered the Tiki

straight into my dreams

And captained my sleep

on far away seas

 

His heart never waivered

his nose in the wind

To young boys who loved him

— a hero and friend

 

(Gardner McKay As Adam Troy)

Adventures In Paradise 1959 – 1962

 

 

He who gives

to the needy

lends to

the Lord

What the moment

forgets

Heaven

remembers

Fortuitous

bounty

awaiting

us all

When giving

not taking

eternity

— tendered

 

(First Book Of Prayers: January, 2026)

The Blues won’t ask

permission

as it infiltrates

your soul

 

Each riff a lesion

around your heart

each wail

heartbreak untold

 

The Blues wont grant

forgiveness

for those roads on which

you strayed

 

But the thing it wills

inside you

is the mojo

— that you play

 

(Kingston Mines: January, 2026)

Blues Poem #20

God

brought to children

in sorties of pain

 

Strictures

and scriptures

religion ordained

 

The wings

of an Angel

lie buried within

 

Iconoclasts

pawning

— original sin

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)

 

Until they find a cure

for avarice and greed

the just will stand alone

 

Until they combine

the system as caste

vicissitude sits on the throne

 

Until they end

starvation and blight

world hunger forever abides

 

Until their love

is retendered anew

— Ascension forever denied

 

(First Book Of Prayers: January, 2026)

Trapped

in the machinery

enmeshing his pain

 

Orphaned on

the loading dock

of yesterday’s fame

 

Laden

with the icons

of perfidy’s haze

 

Wandering through

the desert

— of destiny’s maze

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)

 

The smell of

petrichor

and thunder

 

The taste of

solace

and goodbye

 

The sound of

memory’s

 last rejection

 

The touch of

love’s

enduring lie

 

That thing

that slips

between your fingers

 

A feeling

lost

when foundlings cry

 

The sight of

vision’s

lost intention

 

Whose moment

bleeds

— je ne sais quoi

 

(The New Room: January, 2026)

 

 

Only the dead

know the end of war

 Cursing the living

to forever endure

 

Rich people gifted

to hide in the past

Where nightmare’s amend

— their terror recast

 

(Tribute To George Santayana: January, 2026)

What they don’t know

one can only assess 

What they can’t see

they can never possess

What they affirm

they can never deny

What they proclaim

they can never imply

 

Things they impugn

only traitors allow

Things they assume

they will never avow

Things they besmirch

they will never applaud

Things they embrace

they will never defraud

 

Once they betroth

all suitors be damned

Once they constrict

to never expand

Once they commit

to never rethink

Once they get sober

to never take drink

 

If they remember

those promises cast

If they retender

the future and past

If they stay open

the visions will come

If they’re bespoken

— the truth zero sum

 

(The New Room: January, 2026)