She believed in Astrology
he believed in her
Their White House chart in symbols strange
whose doctrine ebbed and flowed
She believed the stars made sense
her love had made him blind
To what his darkest fears had robbed
— a modern day Tom Joad

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

Through the eye of the needle
Not to the left or the right
Dodging both on the comets tail

I streak into the light
My last wish out in front
As words melt in a fiery contrail

And with only one question
To weaken my heart
With only one thing to know

The seasons entwine
All beanstalks are felled
With the exit signs all aglow

I crash through the doubt
Releasing new hope
My affirmation now to reign

And look ever farther
Beyond my scope
As my senses become untrained

I feel the loose pieces
Start to come off
A new lightness here abounds

The last burden has lifted
Burning bright in my wake
Crossing over—turned around

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

If you use the word languish
I’m stopping my read
When you speak the word nurture
I’m far from intrigued  
If I hear you say milieu
I run for the door
Or when you spout genre
my ears to abhor
They’re chosen to impress
when the meaning is weak
Concealing the emptiness
of all that you speak
‘A labyrinth of dilettantes’
penning your verse
Can’t hide what is missing
— with these words you assert

(The New Room: February, 2024)

“Age but a number”
if only that were true
Yesterday reborn again
— memories renewed

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)


Moments Beyond Time

In search of fresh meat
the future will come
Hour predestined
the hunt zero sum

As seconds approach
impending attack
Free every moment
—time dead in its tracks


(The New Room: February, 2024)


Why

Why isn’t God
transcending
my doubt
Each day more distant
the louder
I shout
Why can’t the Lord
acknowledge
my pain
The light
growing dimmer
— the more I proclaim

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

Innocent tonight
— guilt waits with the dawn

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

In a fantasyland
of their own creation
politicians spawn
Spreading their eggs of division
and lies
among bottom feeding pawns

Propagating treason
corruption and graft
to freely flow downstream
Carrying our destiny
over the falls
— of shattered broken dreams

(The New Room: February, 2024)

Life’s meandering journey …
mapped by a fool
Clairvoyant foretelling
the dilettante’s tool
Around every corner
the road twists and bends
A marble or diamond
— but choice to portend

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)