But A Memory

To Spark Interest

 

More than the

competence

And more than

the form

More than

verbosity

And more than

its charms

More than

acceptance

And more than

 the fame

Hoping

to spark interest

Nothing more

— will I claim

 

********

 

Surrounding His Heart

 

In a manner

peculiar

to himself

love was in vain

 

The standard

that other’s

depended upon

his never to feign

 

The love of a maiden

the love of a lass

lay broken

to bits

 

Impaled by the armor

surrounding

his heart

ungiven — remiss

 

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 But A Memory

 

Opening

Pandora’s Box

that regret

is never to close

 

A.I. now preying

unchecked

our heads to

our toes

 

Pandering

to laziness

its gadgets

 misleadingly toil

 

We missing

its real purpose

to enslave

and forever embroil

 

A little bit

pregnant

the feckless

with bombast proclaim

 

With its baby

a monster

our freedom

 forever to claim

 

And when it

takes over

its presence to

never depart

 

Our pasts

but a memory

condemned to a future

— that’s dark

 

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Alone & Silent

 

The water

rushing over the falls

belies its force

 

A trickle

1000 miles North

contains its source

 

A poem that’s written

then published

and rewrapped in fame

 

Hides what moments alone

and silence

— forever sustain

 

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A Last Final Act

 

Using Logic to

explain Divinity ...

a futile endeavor

 

Love the gift

that keeps on giving

 through hate and ill weather

 

Through spirit alone

we return to the source

of our making

 

Repledging our souls

in a last final act

— of becoming

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)