Never to discover
the limits of soul
Such is the depth
of its station

The nature of being
  not what’s distilled
But what’s left
— from evaporation

(Septa R5: March, 2025)

One too many
mornings
Two too many
nights
Three too many
warnings
An apostates
delight

Four too many
judgments
Five too many
fears
Six too many
curses
Raining
— too many tears

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Did they dare you to be
what you already were
Your profile kept hidden
unshaken or stirred
To wander in your
unbroken discontent
A path that lies hidden
—by unspoken words

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

The butcher
in a trance
this death
then many more
The cleaver
paused in motion
destruction
to the fore

The blood
is pooling downward
in images
besmeared
Its stain
a violent crimson
tattooing life
— with fear

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Defense of freedom
takes a courage
rare and dearly won

Through wars endured
with tyrants scourged
and despots on the run

The words in place
by Founders Ink
on parchment
closely held

As children roam
the halls of light
with precepts
— deeply felt

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Stealing your thoughts
a crime of dispassion
the penalty fatal
my name stays unknown

A larcenous caper
whose felony looming
authorities chasing
though lost will they roam

Returning your musings
a word to each notion
attached and delivered
through eyes that retake

Enlightened resplendence
unfenced by Jehovah
no borrowers promise
— this thief ever makes

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)

The woods never yawned
at the end of my stories
The streams never laughed
when I stuttered in haste
The mountains stood firm
when I lost my last footing
The sky understanding
in joy or disgrace

These natural things
forever behold me
Forgiving my weakness
rewarding my nerve
Their arms reaching out
through each change of the season
Pulling me onward
— my voice undeterred

(The New Room: March, 2025)

The older
I get
the more
my hunger
for knowledge
grows

The more
my hunger
for knowledge
grows
the younger
— I get

(The New Room: March, 2025)

Real education
starts
when the university
fades
in your rearview mirror
Its nihilistic
narrative
disappearing
in the mist
Umbilically
the ties
are cut
as light
comes rushing in
The wax of
dead
banal professors
— melting in the past

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Worshipping
at the altar
of self-destruction
western man enshrined

Paying false homage
to every tree
the forest
in deep decline

Losing his place
among God’s creatures
to wander
far and wide

Asking flawed questions
running in place
consensus
— ill defined

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)

The Universe had
a beginning ...
something caused it
to begin
Measure
with the measured
stones and
stepping akin
Cause and effect
logicians praise
Thomas’ words
like a gun
Space and Time
adopted twins
creating creation
— from zero sum

(The New Room: March, 2025)

The Kingdom’s seeds
within his heart
its reign
a heavy stone
The Jester dancing
with the Queen
caught naked
on the throne

His back now turned
the Jack of Spades
a dagger
up his sleeve
A palace coup
in bold relief
his lineage
besieged

The music stops
the Jester laughs
the Queen cries out
for more
The Princess
in the tower
where her subjects
cry out ‘*****’

The drawbridge falls
the King is back
his armor
red and stained
The final battle
yet unfought
dark prophecy
— ordained

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Many die
to walk unknown
amongst
the living dead

Their hearts reclaimed
yet beating still
whose verses
go unread

They wander freely
in the night
their chains
relock the grave

Awaiting words
you’ve yet to write
to free
— their death enslaved

(Calvary Cemetery: February, 2025)

Is the distinction between
science and philosophy
nothing but
illusion
Affirming what it wouldst
certainly and firmly most deny
Proponents of formulaic truth
require a defense against critique
judgment unrelenting
as their proof is self-inured
Science thus infallible
because its findings are collective
Their community not disposed
to answer
questions they will
— never ask

(Amtrak R5- February, 2025)

Tragic
to know
but not
recall

What lies
within
that darkened
hall

With
every squint
and fact
unfound

Old feelings
search
through memory
— bound

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Living
poetic
Treasuring
feelings
Wrapping each
moment
In letters
of sound

Freeing the
silence
Words deep
within me
Calling the
future
Where verses
— resound

(The New Room: February, 2025)

We all become
stories
at the end
of the day

The true
and the false
the black
and the grey

The plot lines
will vary
the ends
in due course

As history
remembers
with joy
— and remorse

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Whittling the point
paring it down
cutting the volume
honing the sound

Sharpening each line
words drop and fall
meaning to thunder
— lightning recalled

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Blisters of
disillusion
fester
and boil

Vision
rubbed raw
in the darkness
embroiled

False
expectations
lie scattered
and burned

Ignoring
our history
with lessons
— unlearned

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Abandoning
yesterday
haunts me
today
Interring
reminder
of what’s not
in play

Bypassing
my choosing
evading
my will
Each sight
unenvisioned
in blindness
— distilled  

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Embalming
your memory
the funeral
dragged on
Returning
the remnants
that pain
had prolonged

The pallbearers
stationed
each side
of the grave
A grieving
reminder
that time
— had enslaved

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

The gift
of a friend
A blessing
from God

An arm
that protects
A light
in the fog

The gift
of a friend
Enduring
and true

For life
everlasting
To live
— inside you

(To My Dear Friend, David Mackrell: February, 2025)

Often
in the space
of words unspoken
— truth most dearly hides

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Rows of forgiveness
fallow in winter
Waiting for summer
their treasure installed

Leftover morsels
heated in darkness
Sating the hunger
  of those who are called

Seeds from the past
replenish the future
Buried salvation  
awaits in the ground

Fasting on yesterday
feasting tomorrow
Waiting for supper
— when dinner bells sound  


(The New Room: February, 2025)

Staring
into the essence
of what sunlight
often hides

Within
plain sight
the truth takes flight
— in nature’s great disguise

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Stuck out on
a highway
between reality
and truth

The status quo
of transience
allures as it
deludes

Looking for an
exit ramp
to slow
my troubles down

Each sign I see
in bold relief
misleads
to distant towns

Till finally
I hear it
though faint
within the wind

From distant North
it beckons forth
to welcome me
within

The truth
respects no congress
and tows the line
for none

It flies within
our hopes and dreams
to leave us
— zero sum

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Their shouts remain
as hope reclaimed
the smoke still
on the beach

The roars that hide
of those who died
is heard
within the breach

A spirit roams  
within the bones
of men
who went beyond

In freedom’s quest
to give their best
in times
— forever long

(Operation Dynamo - Dunkirk, 1940: February, 2025)

“Truth
is often attended
by a bodyguard
of lies”

A consequence
so precious
its veracity
must hide

Deep within
the smoke
on a battlefield
most dire

Victory burns
within each man
intrepid
— to inspire

(Tribute To D-Day: February, 2025)

The weight
of what I
haven’t done
far outweighs
my past

Those things
left vacant
on the shelf
of what I left
for last

Excuses
linger
as empty
choices
following behind

Reminding me
of what
I’m not
in content
— and in kind

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Happiness
you can’t explain
Forever joyous
— hope’s refrain

(The New Room: February, 2025)

The minute I say
what it means to me
It will never mean
something different to you

Words are like highways
they begin and they end
You can get on and get off
where you choose

If I tell you the mile marker
I travel the most
You may miss one
I still haven’t seen

If I break it apart
and then spell it all out
There’s no mileage left
— to wander and dream

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

The only thing
that changes
is perspective

The only thing
envisioned
sight unseen

The only thing
that’s lasting
stays redundant

The only thing
that lingers
— is a dream

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Having less
suffering more
Doors were slamming
wolf at the door

Arriving first
finishing last
Spiraling downward
— perdition recast  

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Lost in a ditch
on the highway
of life

A change
came upon him
from darkness to light

That dead end
Apostle
arose and broke free

Remanding
his spirit
— at last unto Thee

(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2025)

I wrote them
for the wind
not publication

I wrote them
for the now
future be ******

I wrote them
in a sweet
anticipation

I wrote them
to release
— upon the land

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Homeless
enflamed  
in the alleyway
food
their main concern

Love
someone else’s
mystery
hunger’s infliction
— to burn

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

My heart bled
and writing
was an open wound
As words
poured out
in hemorrhaged pleadings
No suture
or hemostat
clotting their flow
The nearer
the end
the harder it pumped
In gushing
pulsations of
finality  
Bleeding out
what time
— could never give back  

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

The chorus of criticism
echoes unblessed
Where millions hide waiting
misled and repressed

Destruction and mayhem
the rallying cry
With freedom the villain
— in hope’s genocide

(The New Room: February, 2025)

When a man
has nothing
The easiest thing to sell him
— is a dream

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Do I think
you can silence a poem
In a word
the answer is NO

Do I think
you can bridle a passion
You’d be better served
melting a stone

Do I think
you can marry tomorrow
Still married
to yesterday’s pain

Do I think
you can joyously wander
Locked in step
— with the devil again


(The New Room: February, 2025)

Knowledge
without proof
Belief
without doubt
Living
without fear
Rejoicing
— devout

(1st Book Of Prayers: February, 2025)

You look at me
and all feeling is absent
without understanding
or care

Calling me brother
remaining a stranger
defined by the
distance we share

Caught in the fury
of loves abandon
You wander inclement
storm raging inside

A ghost in the mirror
a twin of reflection
Two eyes that stare coldly
— across the divide

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)

Style and grace
I thought I knew
Until I spent
my life with you

The joy you shower
my luck to claim
The love you flower
— my hearts refrain

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Revolution
always eats
its children

Feasting
on prodigy
— dogma be ******

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

The greatest obstacle
to discovery
— is discovery itself

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

The DNA of Illusion
— is Time

(Thank You, Leon: January, 2025)

You bloom where  
you’re planted
the Sage
told the Priest

Your flowers
won’t blossom
if distant
and bleak

As fate
seeds your valley
the force
reaches out

Reseeding
creation
in whispers
— that shout

(The New Room: January, 2025)

If I ask you ...  
“How Does A Watch Work”
And you say ...  
“Keep An Eye On The Time”

The anecdote preying
answer naysaying  
Pathway to reason
— unrhymed

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

In his
indecision
he changed
again
Only to
become more
of what he had
— never been

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Justification
of illusion
the surface
unsure

Each step
poorly taken
new death
— to allure

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)