Letting up
provides
the tightest
grip  

Creating
space for
credence
to stick

Room
to wander
room
to grow

Space
when sacred
truth
— to know

(Deamsleep: January, 2024)

When Freedom itself becomes politicized
that
— is the death of America

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Have I let
her down again
Have I failed
once more
Have I jumbled
up the words
Have I graded
poor
Have I taken her
for granted
Have I missed
the mark
Have I disappointed
one
—who pulled me from the dark

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Soulless
Dissected
A heart turning back
Jilted
Rejected
Last stab in the back
Mourning
New morning
The day unatoned
Nighttime
The verdict
Whose sentence disowns
Lovers
And lizards
The swamp but the same
Feeding
On hunger
Starvation the game
Cursing
each blessing
with heartache reset
Dying
While living
— new tears wait unwept

(The New Room: January, 2024)

A Poet is not like other writers …
all narrative be ******

Charging and fusing each word with a spark
redundancy to ban

Poets and Novelists both drawn to the fire
their kindling looks the same

The differences clear when striking a match
— poetic verse rising in flames

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

When routine things
start to look typical
The typical
—becomes routine

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Lost inside passion
with burning desire
Vision refocused
in tunnels of fire

Screams of delirium
christen the night
Darkness a metaphor
tainted delight

One then another
the virgins do fall
Lascivious demons
unleashed in the hall

Till daybreak approaches
new light on the way
The beast back in harness
—this evening to stray

(The New Room: January, 2024)