Immaculate perception

its vision so pure

Beyond all deception

adroitly demurred

A birth without legacy

an orphan unnamed

Judgment abandoned

—redemption proclaimed

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

Storm laden vengeance

the Father has sent me

 

Each cloud a dark memory

the wind whipping through

 

Lightning bolts charging

the moment eternal

 

Excuses torrential

—in thunder’s adieu

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

The graves of my youth

lay scattered behind me

Each headstone a failure

endorsed by my hand

 

A shroud covered memory

encloses my history

Where ghosts of tomorrow

roam—haunting my past

 

(St. David’s Church: September, 2022)

 

Trapped in politics

—victims we remain

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

 

Creating…

 the great savior

from pain

 

The artist…

 a messiah

from despair

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

Catching truth in the light

or trapped by the night

 

The hourglass a prison

—as twilight falls

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

 

 

You have to be young

to disappear…

and healthy enough

to fall into the cracks

of a new tomorrow

 

You have to be young

to isolate…

and strong enough

to brave the winter

of a new becoming

 

(The New Room: September, 2022)

Greatness

is condemned to loneliness

as the desert calls

magnifying the instant

through the burning glass

unleashing its essence

in the fire of possibility

spreading old ashes reborn

—upon the sand

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

If Sartre was right

and

“Hell Is—Other People”

then

Isolation holds the key

that

opens perception’s door

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)

I lost my shadow

in the hills of pain

and wandered in darkness

chasing in vain

 

I lost my shadow

 the sun took flight

morning left waiting

adrift in the night

 

I lost my shadow

wolves distant howl

tracking my torment

whose grief I prowl

 

I lost my shadow

and then my name

connection severed

—myself to blame

 

(The New Room: September, 2022)