An Old-Man-Child
in an adult world
Alone in their gather
of cocktails and swirl
Again but an alien
as when he was eight
The steps to acceptance
he’s loathe to retrace
The pomp and the patter
falls deaf on his ears
Each slap on the back
reinforcing his fear
An Old-Man-Child
in an adult world
shunning their presents
—midst diamonds and pearls
(The New Room: June, 2023)
Living within the madness
the echoes come and go
Channeling everything left unsaid
in phrases yet to know
Time suspended, barriers down
the walls come crashing in
Each voice a memory which haunts sublime
—that unforgiven sin
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Trapped between two hells
we flee from one …
as we manufacture the other
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
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)
No matter who you vote for
the government gets in
Left or right, day brings night
with colors gray and thin
The better parts of nature
get worse as time goes on
Bilateral infection
whose cure is woebegone
As hubcaps change in order
the wheels forever spin
Tomato or tomatto
that same old song to sing
A baby leaves its mother
new brick to build the wall
Ramparts trapping all inside
—beyond which prescience calls
(The New Room: May, 2023)
Once committed to memory
the ownership sublime
Entitlement within your thoughts
caught in every line
Deep within your consciousness
intuition’s deed holds fast
Spelling out your right to own
—the only thing that lasts
(The New Room: May, 2023)
Often,
one who can
… wont
More often,
one who can’t
… will
Reluctance
by the
one
Arrogance
by the
other
—and the world to suffer their consequence
(The New Room: May, 2023)
Do you remember falling in love
the very time and place
Did you surrender within its bliss
showering in its grace
Do you remember the harps that played
angels in the choir
Your last breath taken, heart pounding free
—cupid of desire
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Memories
of the future
Stolen
from the past
Caught within
tomorrow’s web
All of time
recast
Moment
after moment
Living
on the run
Embracing all
that’s come to be
And all
—that’s yet to come
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
Art bridges the distance
between forever
and today
Crossing o’er the cosmos
of eternity
—relayed
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
An Anthology Of Perception 