Say it simply

or not at all

The truth uncovered

in brief recall

 

Too often masked

in verbiage strewn

Whose darkness blackens

— a sunless noon

 

(The New Room:  January, 2026)

Begging

for what their past endowed

the Sioux

displaced once more

Imbued

by Wakan Tanka

their legacy

unmoored

They fought

the armed invader

winning battles

losing homes

Giving up

the greatest way

of life

— we’ve ever known

 

(‘Searching For Crazy Horse’: January, 2011)

Is there consciousness

without language …

 how would you know

 

I believe that there is

but have nothing

to show

 

The ‘Hard Problem’

continues …

unmetered unrhymed

 

Restated

unproven

— and left ill defined

 

(Radnor High School: January, 2026)

 

 

Let the other guy

die for his country …

I’m living for mine

 

Let the other guy

waddle in shame …

in glory I cry

 

Let the other guy

sanction defeat …

in victory I thrive

 

Let the other guy

rot in his grave …

 eternal I strive

 

(For Will: January, 2026)

Words set to music

reach a loftier plane

than naked words

alone

 

Melody lifting

what’s spoken or sung

to where only

— it can go

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)

Release your mind

from the bonds of expedience

And harvest in the crops

of your insanity

 

(Anthology Of Perception #1:  July, 1969)

On Huntington Beach With J.D. (Jim) Morrison

Never shoot a

large caliber man

with a small caliber

bullet

 

Never write a

high impact verse

with a low impact

couplet

 

Never scribe a

Tolstoyan novel

when an essay

will do

 

Never bless the

gifted moment

with a feeling

— penned untrue

 

(The New Room:  January, 2026)

If I described

a rose’s bloom

or the beauty

of the rising sun

Then I’d be writing

another’s verse

conscripted words

respun 

If I then waxed

of love on high

and hearts that

break anew

Then falsely would

I pen the lines

a plagiarist

— in view

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)

 

 

 

 

The wickedness

of man

trumps the goodness

of God

 

What’s harder for

a child

to see their mother dead

or their father sob

 

The greater number

of a man’s errors

come disguised

as perfection

 

As excuses

sets sail

on the sea

— of perdition

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)

Watching a hurricane

won’t get you wet

And reading more Freud

won’t help you forget

 

Mouthing the words

cannot guarantee sound

Laden with fear

hiding guilt by the pound

 

Stated intent

broken pathways to roam

Paring good wishes

right down to the bone

 

New skin in the game

and wounds that won’t heal

Eluding the cries

— and truth unrevealed

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2026)