The Great Gamble

Formative in scarcity

and birth on lies and torture.

A stolen power

and a given life

and a lost future,

will the next generation


Is it all and always

been the great


Yes, it is true all

our efforts in our

ends of youth

are but a sorrowed





Filter Nature’s Void

Filter Nature’s Void

through your perverse reaction

and you get a show,

a show of low wits

and a serious truth.

We need our Max Headroom

and our live streamed


The way of the future

draws near and draws

a drummed down

dumbed down

plea from the exploited,

the used,

the masses.


Some Ominous Behold

Ah, yet

ominous behold,

ominous peak, and thrust

and strike!

And strike once more.

And at chance’s breath,

there is peace.

Not only peace,

but victory, for I hear the

rhythm of our drums.

Yes, not only peace 

but victory,

 truth, and honor,

not just words,

not just air,

not even found in war,

just real,

and simple, and at once

a truth.



B is for the word Beautiful and Words do No one Justice

Her name started with B

B is for Beautiful

It was in a book I read

as a child.

B is for beautiful

beautiful, only a word,

who so, so fair,

so true,

could so be limited to the 

realm that is only so thin

yet so powerful,






Trivial and less of Thieves

Each Word is a trivial word

to that of prophets

but even less than

that of thieves.

There can be heroics

in anything,

even theft,

there can be art in anything,

and dare I say there is.

If we are not all artists,

why do we have one goal,

to create,

and love it.