Does your mind have a second floor
that’s very seldom used
A place your thoughts can freely roam
safe from life’s abuse
One story up, your story forms,
its telling far below
The height of peace and solitude
—with space for you to grow
(Santa Fe New Mexico: February, 2019)
Dropping Fast
Racing the dark from Albuquerque to Flagstaff
old questions trailed behind me
The highway marked with broken dreams
of searchers long ago
As Gallup filled my rearview mirror
the sun reached out and grabbed me
My last horizon dropping fast
—the finish line aglow
(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)
Captured
Striving to be anonymous,
the hole got deeper still
Ties were broken, ropes were cut,
less water in the well
Alone within my loneliness
the darkness came at last
The wish, I wish, I’d wished away
—had captured me at last
(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)
Dead Apostates
Write intrepid and unafraid…
your ink to stain their minds
Each word a dagger spilling truth,
new blood for all to find
Write intrepid and unafraid,
your message screaming loud
Where dead apostates felt your wrath
—disciples standing proud
(Sedona Arizona: February, 2019)
America
The power of dissent
—a true measure of our freedom
(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)
Freedom\'s Hope Denied
I live in places
you’ve never seen
And sleep in nightmares
you’ve never dreamed
I choose in dimensions
above either or
Beyond the pain
you can endure
My memory lapses
in moments freed
But fate imprisons
all I see
Escape an option, death allowed,
but only if I’m willing
To marry freedom’s hope denied
—and damn my soul’s foretelling
(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)