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
**
I pass through
each website
belonging to none
The bards
of the first
to the next unbecome
Opinions
are chanted
as ego’s cavort
The green-eyed
monster
— where prescience holds court
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
As people
buy willingly
into
new ‘comforts’
The few
and empowered
will dish out
the crumbs
A new wizard
lies hidden
his curtain
a hard drive
Entrapped
in their keyboards
young minds
unbecome
The facts
merely factoids
of digital
suasion
In fated
consensus
their Google search
lies
While deep in
their consciousness
a legacy’s
waiting
A meltdown
away
when the internet
— dies
(Villanova Student Chat: February, 2026)
My cry I land on the maiden stages
for the satirical life come unbecome
though to cry I cant for no might
yours I quest where to run?
You hit my buttock like a tom drum
Remember hasira mwisho hasara
Better love not violent mama
yours I quest where to run?
My loins you torch I ate coins
my body incinerate I came late
and burn my seaters the wet bed
yours I quest where to run?
loneliness I harness my banned allies
food prestigious stone for mine
early to school on a shrunk tummy
yours I quest where to run?
like a donkey from school I toil
no work no eat my prompt pay
my routine teardrop a painful cry
yours I quest where to run?
People feign adamant for my plight
my defiling hear you bang the eyes
behind your laughter my bitter weap
yours I quest where to run?
As I coil to foil the world I toil
my plight I denounce the turmoil
the tender-hearted welcome to cushion
yours I quest where to run?
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