Waiting on
a distant wind
to carry me
away
And blow across
these borders
of tomorrow’s
yesterday
To lead me back
inside myself
while hearing
the old hymns
Remembering
what the past forgot
to see the light
— again

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Good
ain’t good enough
When bad
— is better

(The Uptown Theater 1967: Philadelphia Pennsylvania)

No longer a captive
and free of the beast
the monster
walks alone
Into the abyss
of self-destruction
stalking  
a new home
Living no longer
in a black
and white world
all colors have returned
Tomorrow rewelcomed  
the past
on fire
— bad memories left to burn

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Trapped on a raft
headed straight toward the falls
Unable to jump
without drowning then mauled

The current unyielding
the banks close but far
New crafts sit there waiting
as destiny gnarrs  

The raft builders pointing
their fingers of blame
From one to the other
in shouts that disclaim

Till that final moment
when lost in the mist
Goes down in the mayhem
— as lackeys insist

(Goodbye Joe: July, 2024)

Our strength
is our
distance

Where fortune
cascades

To flow
on the
borders

Where miles
assuage

Our strength
is our
distance

Arm’s length
by the score

An
echo
connecting

The dots
— heretofore

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Anything you do
is like what you’ve done
Anything you find
is like what you’ve found
Anything you say
is like what you’ve said
Anything you dream
is like what you’ve dreamt

Wherever you roam
forever afar
Whatever you say
forever you are
Wherever you look
forever you see
Whatever you pledge
forever you mean

If ever you wander
the world at your feet
If ever you daydream
the world is complete
If ever you dance
the world is your stage
If ever you write
the world is your page

Whenever you ask
the questions reseed
Whenever you reach
the distance besieged
Whenever you wish
the future at dawn
Whenever you love
— the darkness is gone

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Politicians lie ...
until
the truth
— starts telling itself

(The New Room: July, 2024)