Crazy Horse Calls

Longtime writer with twelve books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War …






Beyond my consciousness,
  in stark relief

A place beyond reason,
  all spirits unleash


Beyond my awareness,
  I inherit the wind

Each breath I blow inward,
  new endings begin

Religion, a concept,
  that God can’t abide



Dogma a pretense,
  where idolaters hide

In my dreams there’s a voice,
  that comes unannounced

Its structure on fire,
  new words unpronounced

Time but a weapon,
  to use on the weak

Its measuring stick,
  to never complete

One question—one answer,
  for all that transpires


In primacy wrapped,
  no logic hard wired


The years I’d spent looking,
  those moments I’d waste


When deep from inside,
  with subliminal grace

The great Crazy Horse calls,
  chanting words once unknown


“Your vision has freed you,
 —its voice now your own”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

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