Pushing hard

against the words

the order

disarrayed

The ultimate guest

the consummate stranger

so close

— so far away

 

(The New Room: December, 2024)

Paying hard

the money short

pockets empty

time aborts

A pound of flesh

bills remain

invoice closing

—  sealed with pain

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)

Hiding in

a shadow

 

The light

forever near

 

My world is

pothole bound

 

Restraining

hope with fear

 

Dirt roads

of my memory

 

Training wheels

unsure

 

Rolling forward

falling back

 

Beyond

— the lion’s roar

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

If the past’s

not alive

The future

is dead

 

With memory

starving

Hope’s promise

unfed

 

What yesterday

gives us

Tomorrow

awaits

 

All hope

in the transfer

Of destiny’s

— fate

 

(The New Room: November, 2024)

Writing

with my head

but

not my heart

 

My spirit

an orphan

alone

— and apart

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Left

with nothing

but heartache

— we run from the pain

 

Left

with nothing

but promises

— the words in refrain

 

Left

with nothing

but yesterday

— tomorrow a lie

 

Left

with nothing

but memories

— a final goodbye

 

(The New Room: November, 2024)

Time …

the enigmatic

trap

 we’re all caught within

 

(The New Room: November, 2024)

My slanguage

keeps the fire hot

my feet against the coals

 

My slanguage

what the critics hate

new venom to extol

 

My slanguage

whether read or sung

its message still the same

 

My slanguage

seeding my rebirth

— lost within the rain

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Painfully beautiful …

oxymoronic

The quiet so loud

— all parameters die

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Writing

is but

an escape

for the soul

 

Freeing

our passions

making

— us whole

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)