Titling a poem

 or naming a child

 

Which process harder

  the future beguiled

 

“A Rose Is A Rose …”

till maybe it’s not

 

Called do they answer

— once dubbed and begot

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

 

Truth stays

naïve

As reality

profanes

The price of

fidelity

Unpaid

till inflamed

 

Truth often

hides

With its head

in the sand

Until forced

into play

A new crisis

— at hand

 

(The New Room: August, 2024)

Accounting

for madness

A conflict

in terms

 

The devils

own details

In secrets

unlearned

 

What stays

ill conflicted

Stays

misunderstood

 

No rhyme

and no reason

When bad

— trumps the good

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

Dying invested

dividend high

Selling tomorrow

presence to buy  

 

Feelings compounding

destiny’s rate

One final moment

— blessed in His Grace

 

(1^st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)

A man

can wear two faces

 a woman

— often three

 

(Deamsleep: August, 2024)

Not politically

correct

Or socially

adept …

I curse upon

your demons

And damn

— your wanton souls

 

(Chicago: August, 2024)

The half cost of silence

is still overpriced

Each question unspoken

a chasm for vice

 

When blind to the moment

all vision exhausts

Each voice that is muted

— its own holocaust

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

Death sleeps in my bed

a lover untouched

Betrothed to my longing

a virgin as such

She waits for a signal

as time closes in

To open her wings

— and fly me to Him

 

(1^st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)

The whistle blowing

 one last stop

 

Your ticket punched

— the gate unlocked

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

Many things

exist beyond

never

truly known

Every night

I die asleep

in dreams

left unatoned

 

Waking up

the weight’s still there

each breath

in labor bound

As voices live

within my ear

answers

— still unfound

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)