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Are they not
the chosen
who are blessed
unto Heaven’s recall

Are they not
resplendent
who hear past the din
to eternity’s fall

Are they not
emblazoned
with Majesty’s light
from a fire within

Are they not
unwelcome
when days are at end
— and the music begins

(1st Book Of Prayers: September, 2025)
Give me the poverty
that enjoys true wealth
And the joy in believing
— that nothing is free

(Dreamsleep With HDT: September, 2025)
As strength deserts
my body
the weights grow
hard to lift
Each rep I fake
four breaths I take
and atrophy
persists

Those muscles ripped
in times long past
but memory
to me now
An aging racehorse
on the hill
one step
— beyond the plow

(Anytime Fitness: September, 2025)
You can only change
what is
with what isn’t
Where you Christen
this moment
by choice
You can only bless
tomorrow
through memory
Where you choose
to be free
— and rejoice

(1st Book Of Prayers: September, 2025)
For yesterday
today
and tomorrow
There is
but only
one word
YES
to
the future
YES
to the past
YES
to the moment
— unheard

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
Ten million people
killed by machete
The Congo a hemorrhage
of human despair

Ten million people
whose carcasses rotting
In jungles of torment
— and life’s disrepair

(The New Room: September, 2025)
The rivers of our persuasion
empty
into an ocean of solitude

Leading the swift current
over the rapid shoals
— to greater and greater depths

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
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