Sunday Triumvirate

Infidels Mourn

 

Fools gamble

cowards ramble

but wise men ponder

 

Alone in a crowd

 silent out loud

 a sage to wander

 

Through pathways of old

with proverbs untold

he seeks transcendence 

 

As time is reborn

and infidels mourn

— his soul’s quintessence     

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

Never And Always

 

A man’s ambition

should never

exceed his worth

 

A man’s ego

should never 

invade his soul

 

A man’s fury

should never

exceed his cause

 

A man’s reasons

should always 

— defy excuse

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

 This Present 

 

Have you ever been

to yesterday

in search of tomorrow

False notions

that frame our thoughts

with despair

The past a deception

in search of

new victims

The future a myth

in this present

— we share

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

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