“Fire of my words…

vanish like smoke

into a raging sky

Blanket forever

the memory

of my being”

 

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: July, 2009)

Freeing the myth,

begotten to dream

 

Ramparts to crumble

—Sorcerer’s scheme

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2021)

Buried reflection,

 pits of regret

 

Reasons to wander,

darkness forgets

 

Images rising,

blessed by the sun

 

Timeless reversal

—forgiveness begun

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

One may lose his honor

—but it can never be taken from him

 

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: July, 2009)

Drifting into the past,

tomorrow slipped further away

 

Drifting into the past,

my writing had little to say

 

Drifting into the past,

the moments became moments no more

 

Drifting into the past

—being no longer certain or sure

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

Life abhors a vacuum,

writing hates it too

 

So many questions, so much space,

meat to fill the stew

 

Emptiness is calling,

for words to write the wrongs

 

Where idle minds take up the space

—left vacant for too long

 

(Austin Park: February, 2021)

For now, I want to see your face,

and gaze into your eyes

 

To hear your voice within my ears

—I’ll text you when I die

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2021)

Killer of dreams

—the moment says goodbye

 

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: July, 2009)

How do you balance

the kind and the cruel

 

The good and the bad

of life’s golden rule

 

As reason pulls tightly,

treason pulls back

 

Living in conflict,

together intact

 

Tragic, comedic,

while often as both

 

 Angels and Demons

commingle betrothed

 

A savior, destroyer,

calling our name

 

A garden of riches

—caught in the flames

 

(Haverford College: February, 2021)

Let’s all just be average,

no rich and no poor

 

Excuses our quotient,

single digits the score

 

Masquerading as fairness,

our heritage veiled

 

In lock step we march,

voices mute—nothing hailed

 

(The New Room: February, 2021)