Sunday Triumvirate
Infidels Mourn
Fools gamble
cowards ramble
but wise men ponder
Alone in a crowd
silent out loud
a sage to wander
Through pathways of old
with proverbs untold
he seeks transcendence
As time is reborn
and infidels mourn
— his soul’s quintessence
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Never And Always
A man’s ambition
should never
exceed his worth
A man’s ego
should never
invade his soul
A man’s fury
should never
exceed his cause
A man’s reasons
should always
— defy excuse
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
This Present
Have you ever been
to yesterday
in search of tomorrow
False notions
that frame our thoughts
with despair
The past a deception
in search of
new victims
The future a myth
in this present
— we share
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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