Inherited

 severance

The saddest

probate

A wasteland

of love

A garden

of hate

 

A dark

segregation

Divorced

in our bane  

To separately

 covet

What little

— remains

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

I met her

on the boardwalk ramp

and said …

“You Have Nice Eyes”

 

The Gypsy Lady

fixed her gaze

my hand in hers

replied …

 

“White hates black

and black hates white

their fear right now

forbids

 

“Division preys

to rule the land

fate drifting

on the skids

 

“But just remember

this one thing

if we are

to survive

 

“Coffee colored kids

will reign

to save our souls

— demise”

 

(Haverford College: February, 2026)

The flip side

of dimension

the angle

of a curve

The silence of  

 a shouting mute

the last

unfeeling nerve

 

Description

serves in

lonely cells

its commutation stark

Where sentenced

and imprisoned grooms

forever

— wed the dark

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

Adroitness

remits

what curiosity

requires

Professing

allegiance

through tundra

and fire

 

The rabbits

two exits

protecting

its lair

Ensuring

tomorrow

when trapped

— au contraire

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

The image you left us

still burns in the sand

Through prairies and rivers

your spirit expands

 

With always a smile

what had to be done

You did with a flourish

a true Texas son

 

My hopes they rode with you

as you ventured North

All foes you enveloped

their fates in due course

 

And only one cowboy

was struck with your brand

but millions of dreamers

— still wait your command

 

(To Robert Duvall (Gus): February, 2026)

New Paradigms

 

Approaching

the limits

of human

performance

 

The body

conscripted

with flesh

as the martyr

 

New ‘paradigms’

looming

bionics

invade

 

The mind

 a dark trainer

whose death sentence

— willed

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

Illumination

 

All living

things

gravitate

toward light

 

Where painters

and poets

bask

in delight

 

Illumined

in freedom

the darkness

confined

 

To others

not searching

by shadows

— defined

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

Until Trapped

 

In spaces confined

people begin to withdraw

deeply

inside themselves

In elevators

and crowded halls

their psyche constricts

their image quelled

As victims of space

their mood takes on

the confines of

their station

Where smaller and smaller

they become

trapped

— in isolation

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

Feelings Beckon

 

I lost

my mind

and found

my heart

 

Perception

orphaned

the music

starts

 

All thoughts

abandoned

conceptual

ire

 

As feelings

beckon

with joy

— on fire

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

Trapped In Wonder

 

More a

question

than it is

an answer

 

Life

when uncertain

its magic

— flowers

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

Light To Dark

 

Virtues

become crimes

— by exaggeration

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

Crossing Over

 

“What in truth

great terror be death

one last step

awaiting unblessed

Forever as silence

behests

crossing over

— eternity rests”

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

Stigmata

 

Moral wounds

may be hidden

— but they never close

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

Deep Within

 

Always charging

never quelled

Deep within

— the heart foretells

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

The ‘Player’

 

To get her  

to at least

give him her number

he told her …

“You Have Dakota Fannings Eyes”

 

Finally

she said back

what surprised

him to hear …

‘You’re the kind of man I’ve Always Despised’

 

Her number

unwritten

and intent

more than clear

‘Again He Beseeched And Contrived’

 

And never

redundant

she looked

at him plain

‘With The Fury Of Hate In Her Eyes’

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)

 

Against The Wind

 

What looked like a win

was a major league loss

I tried to escape

but delusion the cost

 

Rebelling against them

I thought I was free

But using old tactics

their hold still on me

 

From first day to last

in darkness and light

Their voices unsilenced

their grip ever tight

 

Despite my best efforts

heredity sways

Our schism a fantasy

— that hovers and preys

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

I pass through

each website

belonging to none

The bards

of the first

to the next unbecome

Opinions

are chanted

as ego’s cavort

The green-eyed

monster

— where prescience holds court

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

 

“Cloud Of Possibilities”

 

The Linear

argument

false

on discovery

 

Truth

a straight line

only fantasy

mimed

 

Prescience

a feeling

devoid

of dimension

 

Enlightenment

burns

where the ashes

— are mined

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

A Valentine Wish

 

At home in your heart

— alone never more

 

(Poems Of Love: February, 2026)

 

 

Time’s Reverie

 

When you see it

but can’t write it

your prison remains

 

When you like it

but don’t love it

you die in refrain

 

What the minute

holds captive

the moment sets free

 

What your spirit

embodies

— in time’s reverie

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

The Exclusion Is Mutual

 

Opposites attract

in all but politics

 

Each viewpoint divergent

— and stance zero sum

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)

 

 

Fallujah

 

Beyond the wire

the great ones fall

 

Beyond the wire

— lay heroes all

 

(Freedom At War: April, 2004)

 

 

 

 

As people

buy willingly

into

new ‘comforts’

 

The few

and empowered

will dish out

the crumbs

 

A new wizard

lies hidden

his curtain

a hard drive

 

Entrapped

in their keyboards

young minds

unbecome

 

The facts

merely factoids

of digital

suasion

 

In fated

consensus

their Google search

lies

 

While deep in

their consciousness

a legacy’s

waiting

 

A meltdown

away

when the internet

— dies

 

(Villanova Student Chat: February, 2026)

 

More honor

in shame

than ever

 false glory

 

The larceny

of time

cleft moments

abscond

 

Passion

 untitled

prescience

but memory

 

Pandering

fantasies

prevaricate

long

 

Lost verses

of blood

all pain

in their letting

 

Remembrance

a shadow

of days

underserved

 

Redemption

a silence

that screams

in our absence

 

Placating

our fear

when the Sirens

— are heard

 

(The New Room: February, 2026)