We build these
big houses
to live in
one room
We craft
lengthy speeches
words littered
and strewn
We travel
great distance
arriving back home
And tell
many secrets
the truth
plainly shown
We quarrel
and fight
with the outcome
the same
We craft
newer rules
for the oldest
of games
We live and
we die
as our
forefathers did
While changing
but nothing
entrapped
— in the grid

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

We become
what we see
We become
what we make
As ******
or forgiven
We reap
or forsake

Both scripture
and sermon
Prophetic
command
Until saved
by the Word
Our spirits
— disband

(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)

Does your secret life
define you
An image
not portrayed
Brush strokes darkened
pigments dyed
Your life force
oft betrayed  

Do the secrets
keep you prisoner
Are the bars
each choice you make
The key to freedom
lost and gone
Alone with your
— mistakes

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

Don’t let anyone tell you
they can explain music
Inside the melody
— words fall short

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

Writing so many
hoping for one
Each step polemic
— path zero-sum

(Deamsleep: August, 2024)

“Poke the bear
you get the claws
Chase the shark
you get the jaws”

With each lie
foundations crack
A friend once hurt
your soul left wracked

Timeless rules
do still apply
Where you can run
but never hide

Truth outdates
the oldest Sage
With us its servant
— time its slave

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

Verse sublimation
skipping the will
Centering the message
critics are chilled

Listening to silence
voices dethroned
Freeing the moment
— tomorrow on loan

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)