Time
in the caldron
the hour
unstruck
Hands
reaching skyward
while boiling
amok
The wise men
among you
all wait
to proclaim
What criers
at midnight
hope to
— reclaim
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Kindled Lies
Is the artist in me a liar
or the one who lives proscribed
Are my words and deeds in conflict
which to breathe and which to sigh
Would King Solomon have an answer
to this split I often feel
Would salvation hold my name in check
or today my soul to deal
Do excuses, like intentions
pave the way perdition shown
Do the reasons then abandon
idle hope when left alone
Can the spirit claim what time has lost
in its quest to stay inspired
Can the truth once lit inside my heart
— keep all kindled lies afire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
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Now this one leaves me feeling a bit slow and still thinking about it. That is the true mark of poetic a set of words that walks as a phantom that reappears in haunting wonder. Not just random words or a code but clear words that have deep meaning that lies just beyond understanding. Lovely
Time is a witches brew.
Indeed it is thanks for the hint
This has a large touch of that play you cannot mention, the witches concoction of life, enjoyed the read
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