Colors Of The Night

The Rattle

Sleeping in the same bed

with death

Hearing it breathing

close to my chest

The hours pass

slowly

From twilight

till dawn

The rattle

incessant

In dreams that

— prolong

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They Target ...

Some say ...

“People aren’t good

they want to be bad

“And dropping their vail

they prey

on the sad

“Vicarious evil

they spin

in the dark

“Entrapping the

weakened

— they target and mark”

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The Last Hope

Everything belongs

to those who will steal

Entitlement covets

the ones who straight deal

Ownership lies

in the will to invade

And take what another

has paid for in spades

History written

by winners and thieves

Who preyed on those weaker

 morality grieves

That final comeuppance

the Good Book contains

The only hope left

— when justice abstains

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Colors Of The Night

Memory ill-begotten

in this land

of broken dreams

Passion exists

in scant supply

heartache packed in reams

Feelings dark

and tainted

in colors of the night

Where here I sit

my soul remiss

— with no escape in sight

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Sleeping Alone

At the base

of the bed

there’s a crevice

Hiding

every memory

of pain

That losing you

has caused

me

Where I sleep

alone

— again

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Hope Returns

A new gift

every morning

Ain’t rich

but Lord I’m free

Hope returns

with each new

sunrise

— washing over me

(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)