There’s a well
in your meadow
only music can fill

It’s deeper
and wider
and calls to you still

With its bucket
overflowing
and rope fastened tight

Sweet melodies  
waiting
— to quench your delight

(The New Room: February, 2024)

Last night
I was able
to outgrow myself …
again
for the very
first time

Life was unspun
in the moment
relayed
where tomorrow
and yesterday
rhyme

Competing with
the future
the sky
and the moon
my wandering
complete

Turning my
destiny
inside out
my nature
expanding
—replete

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

Better to reach for something
and miss
than to hold back playing it safe

Destiny in the intention
and choice
hesitance falling from grace

Better to be adopted
by truth in flight
than the orphan of a lie

Where words and music marry as one
on the highest mountain
—you climb

(The New Room: January, 2024)

The best thing of all …
a memory treasured
The worst thing of all …
a memory shamed
Blessing the one
cursing the other
To live on beyond us
— in praise or blame


(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Like a thief in the night
academia
wears enlightenment
as a mask
hiding its true agenda
— a stranglehold on the truth

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Monetizing poetry
— the darkest form of alchemy

(Villanova University: January, 2024)

Divinity’s candle
stays burning alive
not born or created
conceived or contrived

Its light from the center
forever shines through
the moment’s unveiling
delivering you

To places all knowing
through spaces unknown
the mix in the crucible
its myth to atone

The vision self-granted
when time is deposed
confirmed refutation
— with nothing to know

(Villanova University: January, 2024)