Water, ice, and steam,
the Trinity as seen  
Three persons unto God,
whose will and spirit laud

In Holy contradiction,
their essence so defined
Divine interpretation,
eternity sublime

This moment of no matter,
nor past nor futures blamed
Embedded in our deepest selves,
beyond forsaken claims

“All glory to the Father,
devotion to the Son
Open to the Holy Ghost,
proclaimed—our souls become”

(Beaupre: January, 2022)

I have been wrong
more times than I’m right
Intentions misguided
in search of the light
Each time I have stumbled
each time that I’d fall
New chance for redemption
those voices on call
My pathway hard trodden
the ruts and the stones
Defining a journey
where wishes atone
Whose last steps once taken
though battered and torn
Emerge from the darkness
—my spirit reborn

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)

Crossing Montana for the first time…
everything was changed

My heart no longer my own
—my spirit there reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Do you demand my lies,
  instead of the truth

Do you hem and sigh,
  or stammer uncouth

Does the word unfiltered,
  get trapped in your brain

Does the message uncovered,
  wash down your drain

Does the time spent looking,
  measure time well spent

Does the verbal unlocking,
  pay your spiritual rent

Are the memories you wished for,
   in the time you invest

Are the feelings you hoped for
   —at your spirit’s behest

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Theoretically,
we die from the moment conceived

Functionally,
we die when beset with disease

That space in between…
the land of our dreams

Where spirit’s transform
—our souls to release

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

You cannot surrender
passion
**** the seeds  
of a new dawn
Silence
a word bespoken
Or finish
—what can only start

(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)

Leasing eternity…
sorrowful joy
Rent paid in moments
death’s choirboy
Light deeded tenure
sight to regain
Conceptual escrow
—vision’s domain

(The New Room: June, 2022)

The righteous
may struggle
the righteous may fall
But Hell
only exists
— in a place without love

(1st Book Of Prayers: April, 2024)

The divinity of art
hiding in the folds
Draping o’er the multitudes
placing time on hold  

Its pristine encumbrance
so gently it calls
Speaking to our purity
transcending the small

The divinity of art  
in all of its forms
Its music seeks to woo us
its canvas adorns

And once it gains entry
our emptiness hides
Eternity surrenders  
—and Heaven presides

(The New Room: May, 2023)

Short in stature,
long in fight,
the zealot stood his ground

The odds unfavored,
no end in sight,
victory still unfound

The daylight haunting,
the body count,
the field a sea of blood

A bugle blowing
for one last charge,
advancing through the mud

With force depleted
but spirit whole,
his voice heard far and wide…

“Into the jaws
of certain death
—for glory now we ride”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Building a bridge
for others to walk
light burning at the end

It’s never enough
to stand and wait
their crossing must begin

Toeing a path
in another’s steps
fruition comes in view

Toll again paid
in memory script
—to spite the dark eschewed

(Dreamsleep: April, 2023)

Death is not a failing
—only its denial

(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)

Those who never take advice,
insist on preaching high

To offer wine that never aged
—from empty barrels dry

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Those who never take advice,
insist on giving it

To offer wine that never aged
—from empty barrels drawn

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Prisoner of the
cursed phrase
shackled by the terms
Sentenced with each damning
breath
— inmate of what’s heard

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

Flying off the written page,
words leave their script behind

An inked stained palette of regret,
dark figures to remind

Voices soaring up and up,
released in open air

Imprisoned verses spoken free
—eternity to share

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Consciousness is split in two,
the left side has a voice

The right side listens mute aware,
the left side has a choice

Two conscious beings inside one brain,
split left and right distinct

As knowledge shared is spoken left
—each time you stop and think

(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)

A history buried,
uncovered gold

Each memory mined
—and then retold

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

Saying goodbye,
demanding a kiss,
I set the letters free

To romp and play,
and ferry away,
impossibility

Calling their names,
a farewell to arms,
on spoken wings they go

Fond memory smiles
to last the while
—the future theirs to know

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Did you not love, as flame the fire,
when springtime came in view

Your soul to task, no futures past
—the world again anew

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

Auditioning for myself
the lights went down
the sound amped up
my head turned round

Auditioning for myself
the handbill flew
into the seats
the chosen few

Auditioning for myself
last line unread
the words reborn
inside my head

Auditioning for myself
I begged my leave
the stage door open
—a last reprieve

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Can you have
without owning

Can you embrace
what’s on loan

Can you give
without taking

Can your love
—stand alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

Getting to tomorrow
on stairs of yesterday
Each tread of my reluctance
on risers of today

Promising me nothing
but wisdom from afar
Chasing reams of broken dreams
— adrift among the stars

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

Fictitious dreaming
those voices call
Imagined bliss
where ghosts enthrall

Enigma fashioned
bespoke to fit
Fantasia moments
—belief remits

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)

If we can’t tell stories
about our past
—the future stays untold

If judged by standards
out of time
—the fault beyond control

Our history always
both good and bad
—correction on the rise

What happened, happened,
as time rolls on
—and yesterday reminds

(Independence Square Philadelphia: March, 2021)

Degrees of freedom...
a chance for control

The will to measure
—what choices extoll

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

The naive garden
is filled with snakes
To slither and nest
—where ignorance waits

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)

You have to be immortal
to placate the gods

Time reaffirming
all memory of

Creation, destruction,
eternity looms

For those who believe
—appeasement exhumes

(Calvary Cemetery: October, 2020)

Some poems are true monuments,
some lower to the ground

Some verse is loaded, stacked, and piled,
some stored away till found

A phrasing here, a meaning there,
now where to put it all

As voices cry within the womb
—unborn, but still they call

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Your page now short on substance,
yet colorful the rhyme

The words used in abundance,
where lesser might define

Intention slave to beauty,
all meaning zero sum

Pageantry lost in the wind
  —your blood left still to run

(Grantham New Hampshire: February, 2017)

Life abhors a vacuum,
writing hates it too

So many questions, so much space,
meat to fill the stew

Emptiness is calling,
for words to write the wrongs

Where idle minds take up the space
—left vacant for too long

(Austin Park: February, 2021)