Not politically
correct
Or socially
adept ...
I curse upon
your demons
And ****
— your wanton souls

(Chicago: August, 2024)

The half cost of silence
is still overpriced
Each question unspoken
a chasm for vice

When blind to the moment
all vision exhausts
Each voice that is muted
— its own holocaust

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

Death sleeps in my bed
a lover untouched
Betrothed to my longing
a ****** as such
She waits for a signal
as time closes in
To open her wings
— and fly me to Him

(1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2024)

The whistle blowing
one last stop

Your ticket punched
— the gate unlocked

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

Many things
exist beyond
never
truly known
Every night
I die asleep
in dreams
left unatoned

Waking up
the weight’s still there
each breath
in labor bound
As voices live
within my ear
answers
— still unfound

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

Only heretics
will seek the truth
Against the grain
they find the proof

Pandering Angels
wings on loan
In fear of shadows
— where answers roam

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

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)