The final lines, of a work yet to be written.

“And so I suffer on, like the rest… To live, to love, to dream of dreaming; and some day to die, and dream once more — of living.”
— from The Man Who Dreamed of Living

We, The Sinking

The devils and the demons
they both dance with you and me;
Leagues beneath the sea,
they sink with you and me

and We look to one another,
devils, demons, you and me,
dancing ‘neath the sea,
sinking fast and free;

The Fall

Thirty thousand shields and swords
all glistening in Diana’s sweet light
await the order to destroy
the very breath of life
and just before the Great Apollo
lifts the veil of night
we rise up and deliver
a fatal strike to end the tyranny
we cut like knives on naked skin

We cut them

Kerosene

Silent rage, disengaged
Fire on an empty page

Quiet, still…
ignorance is bliss until
the fire spreads and singes
all the hairs off of your face

No remorse
Oh, but of course
That’s the way the burning goes
impetuous force

The taste of smoke
Is only harsh until you choke
Then welcome suffocation
Awful nice of you to show

And everything around you starts to go

Moonlight Mutiny

Send the call by way of land,

by wire, mouth, and sea

and let resound the trumpets, all

to bring us forth — the free;

we emerge, like light in shadows

dancing underneath the trees,

my friends and I, a cloud of dust

to spurn and steer the eyes

of history.

Walls

We build up prisons in our worlds
that rely on walls of stone,
but in our minds the walls are ours
to build and break alone.

TRUTH

When words become estranged,
their meanings start to change…
Replaced and reinstated,
their letters rearrange…

Truth turns into Terror,
Different – Dangerous;

Fact is no more Fair,
Distinct becomes Disgust;

Solace turns to Silence,
Free reborn as Fear;

When Truth is taken,
Wisdom hides…
For Ignorance is near.