Emperor

Look with me if you will
You diamonds 
For possibilities 
Opportunities 
As the finest ideals find fruition 

Courageously bid if you dare 
You rocks
That pressures
Oppressors
Draw near and be proved unclothed 

Instead Of Dying

Walk this heat-weary mile
Throat parched
Painful shoes
Nearly no breath left
Don’t blame the mistake
The map you made
When your eyes were younger

Tip your hat to the hurt
Toss your map to the sky
And take aim
Let those smithereens shade you
Praise the what-lies-ahead
Without thinking twice
Walk forth

Idle-hearted

The train has left
Platform now unexpectedly empty

The morning’s newspaper blows by
Not even a whistle to be heard

The schedule was posted
Written in black and white 

The conductor took one last pleading look
Idle-hearted, go home 

Northward

What could I give the stars
The diligent ones
That peek through the thicket 
And sometimes seek me from within 
Lest all I’d see is the film of clouds 
Surrounding 
Drowning 

Would they want my voice 
Lifted
Lighting the way
Guiding the underground
Calling on the sleepless
To look, to sing
Then reach and walk

Starver

What other firmament awaits

And elsewhere salted sea at which you may jut your jaw

Is there new terra to sweet-talk now

Where its air be so kind to your longing lungs 

Time and time again

Who else can you call home

Baton

There’s neither pressure
Nor something to prove
What purpose the drum 
Why the brass, you ask

The warmth ‘neath your hand
Keeping most perfect time
The cool clarity 
Holds your crystalline mind

The team of the two
If they will become friends 
A life-force
That will deliver you