Sorry for starving you of my stuff for so long. It’s been curing. Infact, it still is… 
To Days’ End
Zombies are a clever breed
Brainless though they seem to need
Matters grey and quite unclear
Feasting on the feel of fear
Unrequitely sated by
Our thoughts they live, but it’s a lie
Even as each resurrects
The dream an afterlife infects
Our daily movements which occur
In real time, as we defer
The thought of living most fully
To future states when we’d be free
Of what keeps us here, and stays the loss,
Like Jesus did, before the cross…
Grayed Ed.
In grayed school one learns
how black and white churns
into butters and rathers and iff’ds
And so hairs are cut
while splitting our gut
feeling as if iffs emit butt-gifts
The gifted, you see,
meaning me and you, we,
sages of extended time
Discover the truth
comes not so foresoothe
but ratherwise whiffed, as in rhyme
Thus white and black spreads
on well-kneeded breads
slicing distinguishing hues
Yet yellows run out
the moment there’s doubt
each shading might need us to choose
And truth, like a gift,
opens up down the rift
ungraded, and possibly de
Of thats and of thises
and such as near Misses
when saying it’s not something free
While light may well shine
And darkness divine
Only grayed stays well in the shade
Birth to death comes
a twiddle of thumbs
depenning the learnings we’ve made…
Wave Bound
That I knew
If it were true
We live in a world
beyond seeing each other
again,
Then believed
This lie weaved
We live in a world
about each other seeing
a friend,
And you knew
That it was true
We live out a world
within others seeing each
a mend,
All would go
so we’d know
I live on a world
beyond seeing each othe…