Getting to tomorrow
on stairs of yesterday
Each tread of my reluctance
on risers of today

Promising me nothing
but wisdom from afar
Chasing reams of broken dreams
— adrift among the stars

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

If there was no one
to believe
would there still
be truth

If there was no one
to tell
would silence
take root

If there was no one
to laugh
would smiles
be gone

If there was no one
to love
would all feeling
— abscond

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

The farther we stray
from our natures
the more depressed we get

Hunting, fishing
and chopping wood
our DNA and yet ...

We sit and stare
at digital screens
our spirits on the run

And shun each other
inhumane
our futures zero — sum

(The New Room: September, 2024)

Is thinking sufficient
to turn us around

Cerebral in nature
as problems surround

For thousands of years
our nose to the stone

We’ve battled our nature
and mostly we drone

The answers elude us
the questions forbear

While sins of our fathers
live on in the air

The harder we toil
the greater we fail

All change in the wishing
— our fortunes entail

(Saint Davids Pennsylvania: September, 2024)

The Angels
have gone
Only devils
are left
Clouds
die infested  
With fire
beset
Pitchforks
are glowing
Coal burning
the harps
Grace lost
in the smoke
Tomorrow
— is dark

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

Forgiveness comes
to those who pray
Salvations ear
one plea away
The wishes sent
to Heaven stay
To mark the path
— and light the way

(1st Book Of Prayers: September, 2024)

There’s no problem
with death
when it’s
tomorrow
One day from
today
as the calendar
turns
Time
stays an orphan
all moments
adopted
The end
yet beginning
its promise
— adjourned

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)