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My Chronology
ages
as my writing
stays young

The years
in retreat
as each new song
is sung

A number
but unit
of folly
relayed

Whose essence
a symbol
of prescience
— in play

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Stay in the
moment
Time but
a myth
Capture
the essence
Whose instant
encrypts

The truth
of the matter
The heart
of it all
Where feelings
explode
In prescience
— recalled

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Controlling
the language
Controlling
the power
Defining
tomorrow
With words
of today

Converting
the juncture
Converting
the instant
Defining
the moment
With all
that you say

Blessing
your loved ones
Blessing
your enemies
Cursing
the liars
Redeeming
the lost

Asking
new questions
Asking
for answers
Loving
the value
In spite of
— the cost

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
The pathway to hell
paved with good intentions
— and unwritten words

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
sometimes life can be such a cruel place
it will give you days you really just cant face
it can lift you up it can it let you  down
take your smile away change  it to a frown

changing everyday round and round it goes
what each day will bring no one really knows
will it be a good day best you ever had
then just turn around leave you feeling sad

its the way of life way it as to be
what lies ahead in life you have to wait and see
We can get
accustomed
to being too
familiar
with the
familiar
paths in life
under the
mesmerizing
mood
of
moonlight
starlight
or
streetlight
and
wind-up
taking
unwitting
detours off
these
familiar
paths in the
light of day
and lose
our way.
There’s a place
in time
of no return
where you’re destined
for the end

A ride
straight down
with no reverse
to break
no longer bend

A final stop
on Hades
train
where devils
wait in line

With all
new couplets
in the flames
and nothing
— left to rhyme

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
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