The Dying Trance
A soul will rot
in boredom
The spirits
dying trance
Once disengaged
all feelings fade
without
— a sideward glance
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
What Eyes Miss
Children
cross those barriers
that adult’s
hide behind
Wading
into no man’s land
instinctively
alive
Children
cast fate to the wind
without
a second thought
Seeing
what our eyes will miss
in strictures
— we’ve been taught
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Voices
Alive
no longer conscious
my words
survive the grave
When read aloud
to lift my shroud
in voices
— time belayed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
Their was a time l was mad as a hatter
Back then l was on the highest of heights
Now l am looking for new subject matter
Perhaps too high one is setting their sights
Though still l'd say anything but the latter
But seems their is more left turns than rights
As one again my life is now in a bit of a tatter
Endless days and even more so restless nights
As now their is much more on my platter
When still l am in search of fresh appetites
I would guess enough of the chit chatter
As you know reality it now bites...
Plus Or Minus
Is it a strength
or a weakness
not to know
when it’s over
Is it positive
or negative
the result
— zero sum
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Divinity’s Harvest
The mills of God
grind slowly
The grist of
— Heaven’s delight
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Springing Forth
Leaving the last
of our verses unfinished
With lines unwritten
for others to plead
A poem of hope
springs forth from the shadows
Where statements are doubted
— and wonder believed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Waiting For The Wind
Sails
unhoisted
Folded
they wait
For wind
to unfurl them
As horizons
— conflate
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Rushing Past
Placing
a period on time
And a stop sign
on creation
We dally in place
— spitting into the wind
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
New Voices
Itinerant
air
Sacred in its
wandering
Searching for
new voices
Divorced
— from the wind
(Mariahan Memories: July, 2026)
Why & Where
We are here
who knows why
And we go
— who knows whither
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
I bit into the apple
it was sweet. Core
at my feet, the squirrel’s
treat. Bit into the breeze,
it tasted fresh, what I gave
back, the tree thought best.
And the preacher with
holy-water blessed – original
sin he said redressed. Love
took a bite of me...now I bleed
poetry.
Last Chance
In between the shadows
of forgotten yesterdays
Light’s glimmer calling out to me
on bended knee I pray
— Two angels appear before me —
their arms are open wide
A glimpse of all eternity
— alive within their eyes —
Last chance to heed the Caller
last memory to ordain
Last chance to heed the Caller
— my destiny proclaimed
***
Your Servant
If I was granted one star
from the heavens
To illumine the very blackest
of days
In debt to the universe
but free of the dark
A servant I’d kneel
— celestial to pray
***
Lettered In Sound
Creating new music
inside of each word
Harmonic inscription
— to read and be heard
***
What Imagery Proffers
The deception of reality
lost in plain sight
What the eye often swears to
a mirage will requite
Sentience teases
with each sound and each smell
What imagery proffers
— and vision compels
(The New Room: May, 2026)
Closing Act
I write every day
on the chance that just one
of my many inscriptions
survive zero-sum
To then be remembered
requoted in fact
eternity waiting
— my one closing act
**
One Truth
Truism furrows
reseeded with dread
Buried redundant
and lost in the bed
Destiny harvests
but only one truth
Planted inside us
— eternity’s root
**
Found
In search
of tomorrow
Eternity’s
child
Lost in
the maelstrom
Found
— in a smile
**
Likeness Indentured
Lost in the
mirror
Sequestered
alone
Reflecting
an image
Contrived
to the bone
Silvered
deception
Embedded
profane
Likeness
indentured
Ego
— ordained
**
What Never Comes
Flying
too close to the sun
Reeling
from nights on the run
Yearning
for what never comes
Dying
alone — unbecome
**
New Words
Freeing his echo
he broke with the past
Leaving the reference
and voices recast
Lifting the moment
above and beyond
Each breath coming back
— new words to his song
**
Missteps
A quicksand entrapment
lost in its mire
Drowning inclement
— fleeing the fire
**
Night Winds
The desert
rekindles
Your essence
on fire
Strange voices
and faces
Incarnate
desire
A lizard
lies watching
One eye
rolling back
As night winds
uncover
The devil’s
— lost tracks
**
In The Vacuum
Silence
has a sound
that hides
in your fear
Those questions
unasked
bypassing
your ear
It seeps
and it enters
when lost
in your guile
And shouts
in the vacuum
of quiet
— denial
**
In Debt To The Moment
Beautiful pain
Glorious suffering
Exploding regret
Immune to the sound
Embracing today
Releasing the memory
In debt to the moment
— lost and refound
**
On The Wind
Never feeling
more alone
I could taste
the remoteness
As it lingered
on my tongue
Teasing hunger
most tart
Never being
more unknown
The detachment
left my senses
As I drifted
on the wind
Like an echo
— in the dark
**
Ancient Bodies
Fixing
what wasn’t broken
My crusade
soldiered on
Past bodies
killed ancient
On battlefields
— long won
**
Taking My Hand
Where does the moon
try to lead me
that orb of reflection
and light
Taking my hand
its will to command
time ...
—the servant of night
**
New Truth
Skirting the line
of wrong and right
Scaling the cliffs
of darkness and light
Climbing upward
not one look down
Perched and waiting
the truth — unfound
**
“Cloud Of Possibilities”
The Linear
argument
false
on discovery
Truth
a straight line
only fantasy
mimed
Prescience
a feeling
devoid
of dimension
Enlightenment
burns
where the ashes
— are mined
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
A Valentine Wish
At home in your heart
— alone never more
(Poems Of Love: February, 2026)
Time’s Reverie
When you see it
but can’t write it
your prison remains
When you like it
but don’t love it
you die in refrain
What the minute
holds captive
the moment sets free
What your spirit
embodies
— in time’s reverie
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
The Exclusion Is Mutual
Opposites attract
in all but politics
Each viewpoint divergent
— and stance zero sum
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Fallujah
Beyond the wire
the great ones fall
Beyond the wire
— lay heroes all
(Freedom At War: April, 2004)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
frost bites the window~
silent, the old oak stretches
bare bones toward the sun
snow still sticks
holiday season's over
springtime's moving in
We were once two lovers,
Who keep on falling deeper in love.
Despite the distance far between us,
Our love grows stronger, intense, enough.
Two hearts, moving in one rhythm,
Every beat gently written within.
On a cold night,
By winter’s pale touch in Belgium,
Our bodies’ warmth dances
In the lyrics of passionate love.
Oh, when you kiss me,
I feel fire on my lips.
I love that tender press
Pulling me into your hips.
I open my eyes,
We lay bare on the floor.
Our bodies close,
Our souls colliding
In a breath we shared
Without restraint.
As I touch your pretty face,
I feel romance growing deeper still.
You pull me closer, hold me near,
Our bodies answering love’s will.
We move toward a union of souls,
Where love needs no name.
In the hush of this cold Belgian night,
We found a communion of desire and flame.
Now we know this love is real,
A love that’s meant to last.
Gunther and Grace—
A story of intense love,
Written in the past,
Living in the now,
And promised in the future.
Life On The Road
Expect nothing
— appreciate everything
(Lenexa Kansas: November, 1969)
Let It Go
Sometimes
the best way
to keep a feeling
— is by letting it go
(Lenexa Kansas: November, 1969)
Ballast
What I no longer
need or want
— my greatest strength of all
(Lenexa Kansas: November, 1969)
If life were a musical, a melodic symphony
heightened emotion would sing to the sky.
A ripple that slices into bright thunder,
piano keys would demand you play on.
Heightened emotion would sing to the sky
full of rich vibrato echoing on the wind.
The choir’s call to join and become one.
A ripple that slices into bright thunder,
that harsh attack would take center stage.
It brings about a daft drumbeat at sunrise.
Piano keys would demand you play on,
let every ounce of blood be released
as top hits drip into golden sound bites.
Death walks slowly down the street
with the hood pulled way down low
ain't no sound no not even his feet
his hourglass ready to go
are you ready hey are you ready for this
are you sitting on the edge of your seat
out of the doorway the soul-scythe rips
the end prepare to meet yeah
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another goes to the dogs
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another falls off his log
and another one gone and another one gone
another one down the bogs
hey I'm gonna get you too
another one pops his clogs
With apologies to Freddie Mercury (1946 – 1991) & Queen
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