The Lost Baton (+2)

…when there’s no one left to protest

…when there’s no one left to blame

…when there’s no one left to target

…when there’s no one left to name

…when there’s no one left to barter

…when there’s no one left to pay

…when there’s no one left to reason

…when there’s no one left to pray

…when there’s no one left to matter

…when there’s no one left to care

…when there’s no one left believing

…when there’s no one left to share

…when no one’s left to pass it on

…when no one’s left unbled

…when no one’s left to sing the songs

—forgotten are the dead

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

Portum Tutum

Thankful for the one,

the one who’s never asking

the one forever constant

the one who only gives

Appreciative of the one,

the one forever present

the one beyond all judgment

—the one whose heart bleeds free

(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)

Ramparts Of Freedom

Are you a servant

to creation’s lord,

every word indentured trope

In towers of despair

each phrase a step

—on the stairs to love and hope

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Spoiled Grapes

Those who never take advice,

insist on preaching high

To offer wine that never aged

—from empty barrels dry

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)