All the kings have fallen
into the traps they set for me

trying to protect their fortunes
which in fact are not their
fortunes at all.

Not all prosecutors
operate within bounds of law—
and fewer still within higher
law of life. Corruption
precedes power

And pride always reveals
itself before the fall. Let this
be then documentation of
all hearts in hiding still,
missing love I . . . 

Ached for in its absence,
first from origin family
and those who lived and worked with me,
then from trusting justice,
truth to prevail. 

Prevalence of lesser
gods and endless distraction in
the form of false legalities
and ancient memory
suggest better

Strategy plain for all
to see in poetry. It is
misfortunate that all those caught
within the webs you weave
too shall suffer

For your covering up
the cover up and seeking too
to eliminate evidence
to contrary, even
with clear choice to

Begin anew in truth
and honor true mother, father,
God in whose creation you play.

That choice remains for so
short a time now.

My heart breaks, relative
or no, for how absolute pride
and power would be your choosing,
for I see into hearts
that were broken

Long ago. Would you not
pause, place your hands on beating hearts,
consider where true fortune lies?
Rare opportunity
is presented.

Let the moment not pass,
It would be most misfortunate—
and not only to me—should you
remain in shadowlands.
Fortune favors

The bold and those shaking
silently and so afraid but
stepping forward anyway to
loose heavy chains that bind,
find good fortune.