Death standing

at attention

for a fated

reveille

Which trumpets

through

the darkest cloud

to rain down liberty

 

Each bayonet

he wills in place

with fearlessness

empowered

A call to arms

through hill and dale

to launch

‘His Finest Hour’

 

(Winston Churchill At War: December, 2025)

Escaping

to the mountains

Sitting

in my chair

 

New trails

lie awaiting

Voices

in the air

 

Tracks to mark

my wonder

Memory

in the lead

 

Freedom

at the summit

Lost

— in my reprieve

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

 

The deeper you care

the more remote you become

What the present reveals

no clock can outrun

 

The past and the future

for others to know

This journey one-way

where detached you must go

 

Those voices who call

pull you deeper within

Not lost but alone

taking flight back to Him

 

As Jesus, The Buddha

and Crazy Horse knew

The path to true knowledge

doubt ridden and strewn

 

With the old voices silenced

new voices begin

As your eyes slowly close

— to their welcoming hymn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

 

 

Loud voices

with their measure

No longer

deem to care

Our information feed

corrupt

With broadcast

millionaires

 

Stars masquerade

as journalists

To pander, slant

and spin

Truth to fester

in their swamp

And sink

— but never swim

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

Today a Poet needs to cast

a hook with many tines

To reel in those who’re lulled to sleep

with cautionary lines

 

These days a Poet needs an edge

much sharper than before

To cut through all the excess flesh

— and save the metaphor

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2018)

Has beens

and hopefuls

Poseurs

and scribes

Wings of

detachment

Losers

and lies

 

Fated

direction

Choices

on file

Lost in

the moment

Destiny’s

— child

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

The hotter the flame

— the brighter the light

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

Running off

to somewhere else

the past tracks

close behind

 

Its shadow looming

steps in place

while preying

to remind

 

That time pursues

the fleetest man

with doggedness

and ire

 

To kindle each

mistaken step

into a raging

— fire

 

(The New Room: December, 2025)

Greatness

spawn’s reincarnation

like the dawn

rebirths the sun

 

Alexander

Patton, and Churchill sleep

but woken

rebecome  

 

When destiny calls

the greatest rise

to battle

zero sum

 

And stem the tide

before the flood

on shores of victory

— won

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

 

I drift

into the mirror

chasing eyes

that once were mine

 

And leave behind

the futile wish

in memory  

confined

 

The silver backing

traps my fear

releasing

what’s been hidden

 

As I become

divorced from time

resighted

— and regiven 

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)