There are some things
you can only sing
but never say

There are some things
given out but once
in the foray

There are some things
that the world lays claim
and takes its due

There are some things
past the cloud of time
you must pursue

Living on the edge
is sharper
cut or not

Dying for that
final answer
knowing what

Praising what the mob
is damning
come what may

Loving what the
moment seizes
— counterplayed

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

The pursuit of truth
a lonely endeavor
In stark isolation
veracity found

A choice must be made
to weather the maelstrom  
The trek all consuming
— onto higher ground

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

Feelings stored
in words
the letters revive

Time rudely
halted
— the moment alive

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

To a hammer
everything
looks like a nail

To a writer
everything
looks like a tale

To a hunter
everything
looks like a ****

To a prophet
everything
— unto his will

(The New Room: September, 2024)

Have you built
a cathedral
with language
unblessed

Adopting an
Angel
your spirit
redressed

Have you
filtered the
verbiage
with water Divine

The Savior
within
you
— still waiting to find

(The New Room: September, 2024)

Once the fire goes out
it never comes back

The heat dissipating
all light to retract

Tomorrow in darkness
the future untold

To wander inclement
— left out in the cold

(The New Room: August, 2024)

Without our dreams
we sit naked and alone
Imprisoned by doldrums
adrift from our home

In fits of depression
we unstep the mast
Awaiting the storm
— of futures long past

(The New Room: August, 2024)