Abandon your party
stand up for what’s right
the partisan madness
a liar’s delight

Honor the founders
revolt and derail
the graft and corruption
— both factions entail

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

Blessing
the last poem
I’m ever to write
My body
reposing
Sophia’s delight
With eyes
dimming slowly
each breath growing thin
My spark
to an Angel
— as light to begin

(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2024)

The Christians
and the Gnostics
can either sect be right
Would God omniscient
have created
such violence and blight
To **** and maim
**** and burn
for scripture misconstrued
Defies the spirit
and the mind
— disproving Him anew

(Villanova University: February, 2024)

The playing field level
your words versus mine
A race to forever
embedded in rhyme

The score has been tied
neither side giving ground
Both phrases and couplets
inscribed to astound

It’s late in the game
when a stanza takes off
Outpacing the others
no images lost

As darkness approaches
but one voice remains
Returned from the heavens
— posterity claimed

(The New Room: February, 2024)

To understand
deeply
the one to the many

Salvation
unquestioned
the weakest in need

Your heart always
truest
when starting the journey

The sheep
that’s been lost
— where humanity bleeds

(The New Room: February, 2024)

Truth
a heavy burden
speaking loudest
from exile

The distance
and confinement
like a magnet
to iron

Imploding
within you
when ready
for travel

The weight
of
delivery
— the roar of the lion

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

What is faith
but a journey
What is time
but a moment
What is truth
but a figment
What is love
— but goodbye

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)