When what in essence changes
the ground beneath you shakes
No longer can you take for granted
four plus four is eight
When daylight turns to madness
each shadow undermines
What faith has borne and left forlorn
—clocks no longer chime
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: September, 2022)
A city without streets…
a pain in the memory
Like an amputated limb
still aching at night
A city without people
a bane on existence
Their shadows to wander
—down avenues unnamed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Easier to run the risk of death
than ridicule damned
Easier to face an army of men
than a single man
Easier to write a thousand lines
than only one
Easier to quote the wisest sage
—than self become
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Not alive enough to die…
lost between a heartbeat
and the bitter end
His spirit wept for
tomorrow
and for yesterday
Mourning all the
buried visions
—of what might have been
(The New Room: September, 2022)
America’s decline…
war chanted whines
A nation in half
quicksand in our path
Altruism dead
alone in our beds
No one left to blame
—married to our shame
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Without time
wonder stops
Questions flounder
barren crops
Without time
motion falls
Beginnings vacant
—endings stalled
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Time waxes poetic
on a distant battlefield
The warrior a sage
—whose blood we all share
(Dreamsleep: September. 2022)
Losing the election
for doing what’s right
Losing the election
for shedding the light
Losing the election
for standing your ground
Losing the election
for truth honor bound
Losing the election
the battle is lost
Losing the election
—morality’s cost
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Dawn of the city
sunset of humanity
Light a burning ash
—darkness closing in
(The New Room: September, 2022)
The biggest mistake I ever made…
leaving the place I was going to
Frozen inside a desperate moment
—stolen bartered and gone
(Yellowstone: September, 2022)
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