Last Chance
In between the shadows
of forgotten yesterdays
Light’s glimmer calling out to me
on bended knee I pray
— Two angels appear before me —
their arms are open wide
A glimpse of all eternity
— alive within their eyes —
Last chance to heed the Caller
last memory to ordain
Last chance to heed the Caller
— my destiny proclaimed
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Your Servant
If I was granted one star
from the heavens
To illumine the very blackest
of days
In debt to the universe
but free of the dark
A servant I’d kneel
— celestial to pray
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Lettered In Sound
Creating new music
inside of each word
Harmonic inscription
— to read and be heard
***
What Imagery Proffers
The deception of reality
lost in plain sight
What the eye often swears to
a mirage will requite
Sentience teases
with each sound and each smell
What imagery proffers
— and vision compels
(The New Room: May, 2026)
Gift Horse
Tortured genius
(a.k.a.)
... lucky bastard
(Septa R5: May, 2026)
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A series of verse that take me from heaven to earth. Nicely done my friend
Again, many thanks.
Most welcome Kurt
Kurt, this collection carries a strong contemplative atmosphere throughout. Angels, stars, harmonic language, mirages, vision…everything circles around the tension between what is seen, heard, believed, and spiritually felt. Thoughtful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Man.
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