Too many
times
I walked down
that road
Too many
signs
said “lighten
your load”
Too many
faces
came out of
the rain
Too many
phrases
I couldn’t
explain
(now)
Too many
voices
attract
and repel
Too many
choices
heaven
or hell
Too many
warnings
in search
of an ear
Too many
mornings
in love
with my fear
Too many
chances
to hide
from the change
Too many
off ramps
that lead
— to more pain
(Site Of The Main Point: September, 2024)
Memories Dance
Sleep
is for dreamers
to hide
from the dawn
My visions
returning
and will
mostly gone
Three days
since I’ve
woken
the memories dance
All over
the future
in destiny’s
— trance
(The New Room: September, 2024)