In Dreams

What can be captured in wakeful statesIs necessity, not choiceThe equilibrium often dictatesWithout a voiceTucked within forgotten dreamsA tense all too terseAs the lucid love of moonbeamsDelivered in verseBlood rushing to cherub cheeksAbashed in innocenceBracing against the rhythmic creaksIs hidden common senseThe days are made to follow onAs the abandon of empty flasksThe contents considered … Continue reading In Dreams

Throw the Dice

  Sullied by numbers probable  Parables of dice and golden bones Sweat lodged and drenched in profit  Fondling the seedy undertones   When a gamble is a pleasure In the game of chance lament  Life lost on the table... choice becomes the forgotten element