Callous rows gone fallow
human touch embraced

Hate uprooted — Love replanted
tilled in Heaven’s grace

(Dreamdleep: February, 2024)

I’m tired of people
slinging hash
   and calling it Haute Cuisine

  The Emperor naked
behind the mirror
where truth still reigns supreme

Waiting for accolades
pity more apt
so they again can void

Leaving their excrement
out on display
— only the rats to enjoy


(The New Room: March, 2024)

Psychopath
Sociopath
Neuropath’s
remind

Every ‘path’
an open route
locked inside
our minds

Empathy
Antipathy
Pathological
liars

Waiting there
to mark the way
as circumstance
— requires

(The New Room: March, 2024)

Your wounds bleed past tomorrow
an inconvenient truth
Unsutured blame — till death reclaims
its healing absolute


(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Dying
the most private thing
anyone can do
Goodbye
said a final time
exit sign in view
Living
so attached to death
symbiotic twins
Leaving
with your soul alive
— blessed to rebegin

(Dreamleep: March, 2024)

Attract them
with tomorrow
but give them today
Entrance them
with verses
that pause and delay
The moment
resplendent
divorcing from time
To marry
with wonder
— those hoping to find

(The New Room: March, 2024)

Sometimes …
there’s one poem
that opens your mind
And clears out
the cobwebs
that gather in kind
The words
defy entropy  
speaking as one
And pushing you
forward
— their mission is done

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)