If some is good
more is better
Less is threatened
all enslaved
If more is reasoned
less is questioned
Good intentions
—hell repaved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Cheap art
or excellent craft
You decide
what floats the raft
Good intentions
hell repaved
Choice emboldened
—heaven saved
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
As the leaders begin their power stride
A communion of separate opinions is established
Through sacrificial disgust, the sense of mistrust blossoms
Weariness of our commander, promotes our nationwide slander
Blazing off the political grease which clogs our arteries of need
Through the desire of greed, we all are victims of the lies
Misguided by the flapping flag
Once unison can be repaved, we will no longer be enslaved
For the country is led by more than just one
The desires i once had,
Are no longer true.
So why is there the torment,
Of everyday life?
Of a past that still haunts.
One of anger,
Lust,
Destruction,
Pain.
People who never forget.
The cries,
The cuts,
The struggles.
People who only see,
The bad,
The worse,
The past.
Who is there to understand?
When will the immaturity,
Leave.
Because, desires once had,
can never be forgotten.
Wrong roads taken,
Are never repaved.
Costly mistakes,
Can never be re payed.
Good Friends:
This is a solo Renga, which means "linked verse". There are several types of Renga, this
one is a 12 Verse Shisan.
A Night of Many Dreams
Thick low lying clouds
A slate gray extended dawn
Silent, with no wind
I put on two pairs of socks
Then begin making coffee
"Good morning," she says.
"Did you sleep soundly last night?
I had many dreams."
**
In the travel magazine
Stories of distant islands
Windows are open
Now that the snow has melted
Afternoons are warm
He is the first one this year
To see the apple blossoms
**
From the worn out road
(It's scheduled to be repaved)
Commuting to work
She cell-phones her closest friend,
"Stuck in traffic, in this heat!"
On the horizon
Clouds slowly accumulate
Over the forest
**
We tend not to notice change
When it happens step by step
He reads some stories
To his three year old daughter,
Her two favorites
Moonlight slips past the curtains
Under the door, down the stairs . . .
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