The Cup

In The Tree

Bishop Takes Queen

the King sits blind upon his throne secret shadows roam the checkered floor the Queen demands open space she found a thrill beyond the royal place behind the ranks of pawns minding the gate the Rooks absorb the battle front she slips away slides along the angles to where the bishop sits in wait he rules the squares with faithful moves yet to the King his vows prove to be untrue he whispers tactics in her pierced ear a silent courtship while the court is near she makes her move across the board to take his side straight line logic can no longer hide the suspicious Knight is ready to ride they plot in the square cloaked in sacred shade a treasonous crusade the King stands still then takes one cautious step at a time unaware of how the outer borders align by the time it takes to check his mate the Queen and Bishop has sealed his fate the throne is now a empty chair tension fades into the past the pieces are gone the board is bare the scandal is published through out the square abo...

Be Well

No Wonder

TIW 07-06-2026

If I Had To Say Goodbye

 If I had to tell the world
     goodbye today

     and I didn't have anything
     to say

     would you think I didn't 
     appreciate the stay

     If I had nothing at all to
     say

     perhaps the words spent a
     lifeline 

     trying to convey

     what silence knew

     maybe the world 

     never ask for a farewell 

     naybe if I were honest 
     enough to say

     It's a breath of fresh air

     to be leaving hell

     but maybe 

     those aren't the right 
     sentiments

Backdrop

You don't need to know how to tell time

but you need to know how to read the sign on the clock

Some eyes look straight through the glass

Others watch the change  in the reflection it cast 

The Pit

smokeout in the backyard 
grandpa burns the ribs again

someone said orange juice
someone said lemon juice
someone said vinegar

someone said sugar
someone said honey

someone said marinade
someone said seasoning
someone said rub

someone said that's not enough
someone said that's way too much

someone said mustard

someone said Worcestershire
someone said what's your sister
someone said wishsheerer

someone said the fire is too high
someone said you got to kindle it

someone said brush it
someone said dip it
someone said flip it

someone said let it sit

someone said spray
someone said sprinkle

someone said they're done

someone said it's about time

someone said my stomach 
is touching my spine

someone runs up...

Where The Concrete Sighs

before the word before breath is lent before the straight and narrow line became the opposite of sin we stood upon the boundary of the heaven sent the gate is thin the air is split dividing ancient myth from modern wit sifting wheat among the tears getting a whiff of incense caught inside the city squares the fracture of life is where history lies and truth lies nowhere but at the center of believe lies the truth about deception truth cannot mimic a lie it leaves no tracks it bends no lines IT IS WRITTEN is written on the sign yet human hands rewrite the grand design in sidewalk chalk where children play outside we walk the stroll and scroll on our phone as if no one's inside yet we are home most of the time stepping to the rhythm of sirens and chimes divided and distracted keeping pace with lawless times while influential influencers from hell get paid in full to promote crime rapping and tapping into yung minds to go out and cross lines gon' windup in a cell gon' end up spend...

To Be Continued...

before the line could ever run before the square was planned a single dot of hidden fire lay sleeping in the sand a seed without a root a star too far to see a punctuation of  life's punctuation "to be" occupying no space at all making no outward sound holding the weight of the universe before shapes were found the page is blank until a dot touches down one millisecond before an idea is born a point a punctuation of mortal life a punctuation "to be" below a silent shield against the coming strife a secrets point reveals before the tongue can form a heaven or a hell upon the parchment fate where willed ink is but blood of thought unspilled a pair of dots a cosmic paradox the definition of anticipation to break the silent genesis turns a symbol of death into a symbol of birth behind a frozen period no life can breathe at all it locks the ink in iron chains shuts the open door and leaves one pacing back and forth across the barren floor the entry the exit the a mountain pe...