A lotta times
it ain’t good
and it ain’t bad
— it’s what it is

(Blue Front Café: August, 1969)

Commercial success
the lie of tomorrow
Wrapped in the death
— of today

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Transmuting the past
denying the future
Reliving the moment
— time after time

(The New Room: March, 2024)

Shooting my classmate’s brother
(that war within a war)
I sat next to him at The Point
still targeting him sure
More than blood will flow this day
memory also dies
As honor sells its soul in vain
— each headstone marks the lie

(Maryville Tennessee: March, 1999)

Are you willing to shoulder
the burden that was left
by those no longer heard

To write those things
they never wrote
inspired by their every word

To take that next step
they never took
to reach beyond their grasp

Clearing the way for those unborn
to pick up the mantle
— embracing the past

(The New Room: March, 2024)

Egos
not armies
destroy the Crown

Arrogance
reletting
the blood

The Emperor
naked
upon its back

Odysseus
in
— from the wood

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Stars reflect
the light inside you
Their galaxy
our soul’s domain

New constellations
wait unchristened
To burn inside
— each heart to name

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)