Hiding behind
each veil of deception
a reckoning awaits

Looming above
the sea of destruction
a fugitive of fate

Grasping for breath
on the edge of tomorrow
the future air most thin

Plaguing the weak
adrift in their sorrow
— the DNA of sin

(The New Room: January, 2025)

Today
is in context
Tomorrow
is not

The moment
held captive
The future
uncaught

To be
unbegotten
No birth
and no death

The present
resplendent
No last
— dying breath

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Conspicuous
by his absence
Entrenched  
in his abeyance
Condemned
in his reluctance
All feelings
askant

Forgiveness
but a carrot
From a garden
long estranged
Those closest
to his exit point
Bereft
— and unclaimed

(Villanova University: January, 2025)

When you have money
the world stops to listen
The content no matter
gratuity bound

The dollars indulgent
as charlatans glisten
Self-interest the mantra
— with greed to compound

(Septa R5 Train: January, 2025)

Loving you
with all my heart
the distance creeping in

With each tryst
creating space
your vision growing thin

The more I try
to hold you close
the more you slip away

Until I’m left
alone again
— in passion’s yesterday

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Crossing over
into the realm
of non-description
reference and paradigm
sleep alone

Borders falling inward
upon themselves
leaving only what
the mind forgoes
—and the soul forbids

(The New Room: 1-15-2025)

A second first date
a telltale sign  
that she’s the hill
my heart to climb

A third first date
the past a blur
my thoughts held captive
entrapped in her

A fourth first date
all time had stopped
her eyes enchanting
the mountain topped

A fifth first date
my world anew
her saving grace
— the words “I Do”

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)