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)

Heaviest is the heart
—that wears the frown

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)

Is there room
in your ignorance
for truth to creep in

Are the doors
closed and locked
from inside and within

Will the light
truly gifted
pass over and by

Is your meadow
a wasteland
—and haven for lies

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

In times of war
law remains silent
All doves in flight
—before the storm

(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)

Two contradictions
meet intertwined
Are they or aren’t they
YES, the reply

The black hole of reason
dark matter of mind
Imploding explosions
— together in kind

(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)

The top of the mountain
—how do you spell alone

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

Homeless
enflamed  
in the alleyway
food
their main concern

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

(Dreamsleep: 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)

Language
is required
to go insane

The beasts of
the forest
politely refrain

Words
ever forming
into a net

Trapping
insanity
—the tighter they get

(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)

His image eternal,
the chisel portrays

Beauty in its purest form
—but one word to say

(Villanova University: October, 2020)

The only thing permanent  
about peace
—is impermanence

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)

A new century waits as the minutes
progress
into hours of vestibular begotten memory

My thoughts being counted although I
resist,
my feelings in service to what’s left behind

The sun and the moon trade in bartered
romance,
each jilting the other as day turns to night

Another year is recorded in the serpentine
past,
what’s seen a mirage—what’s measured retained

(The New Room: March, 2021)

Science ...
the bounty hunter of poetic wisdom

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

If Poetry’s a hobby
your muse is entropic
Fading and dying
— as silence awaits

(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)

The devil in the details
—hell the final sum

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

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)

Too craven to take his own advice,
he stumbled over time

A distant echo of what he proclaimed
—an alien unrhymed

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

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)

Wielded
like a
loaded gun
His phone
was thrusted
forth

Proof
of what
I knew
was false
Refusing
all
discourse

Armed
with but
an empty
tweet
Chosen
by a
bot

His mind
was trapped
inside a myth
Whose fiction
dearly
— bought

(Rosemont College: April, 2025)

Dimensional slippage
conceived from without
Length, width, and height
time squared thereabout

Spacetime endemic
on gravity’s spire
Black Holes ill rumored
supernova inspired

Fourth, fifth, and sixth
but then nobody’s sure
With logic’s deception
embraced more and more

The system it’s flawed
in both structure and form
Pulling you into
the physicist’s norm

Till that day you falter
and turn from it all
When the out becomes in
— and you answer the call

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

“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)

Once I was zoetic,
and words became life

But now I am dead
—and death becomes me

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)

I’ve yet to meet two artists
who really like each other

The cobra and the mongoose,
locked in a mortal embrace

They say the same prayers,
as they swear the same allegiance

While hating what the other does
—and who the other is

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

The gallows were offered,
guillotine chosen

Executioner a matter
of choice

The sinner repentant,
evil now lessened

Death calls
—in a welcoming voice

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

On a silver platter
of broken dreams

Your nature changes,
as death comes near

The buffet wanton,
a dessert of fright

Served incarnate
—café of tears

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

It was the 3rd day of the battle,
and thousands lay dying or dead

Lining the edge of the smoke and chaos,
the roses and daisies were spread

The screams in the night were ungodly,
sounds of cannon fire ruling the day

With blue and grey bleeding side by side
—the flowers in joyous array

(Gettysburg Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

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wingless flightless bird
Distant echo of keystrokes past
—lost abandoned words

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)

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)