If consciousness dies
is that all there is
or does some higher state
reimagine what was
When consciousness dies
will birth reoccur
no longer indentured
to time and its spurs
If consciousness dies
do rainbows of light
take over our essence
transcending our sight
When consciousness dies
is confusion bereft
as reference get buried
—and prescience resets
(The New Room: March, 2023)
Requesting
forgiveness
from the dead
My will
crossing over
no longer misled
Requesting
forgiveness
my debt was set free
Destiny
reckoned
—atonement complete
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Returning
as a man
woken from the sleep
of lost memory
Daydreaming now
the only option
eyes wide open
images flash
Moments before
become moments after
painting all reference
in shades of gray
Starting the ending
to seal its inception
each step taken
—forward and back
(The New Room: March, 2023)
When everything around us
is dead and gone
All we have left
—is the Word
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
Ideas
or wordcraft
There’s times
you must choose
The style
or substance
Which one
left askew
One choice
or the other
Becomes
zero-sum
Delivering
prescience
If words
—on the run
(The New Room: March, 2023)
Feigning reentry
from places I’ve wandered
Destiny challenged
the status-quo damns
Feigning reentry
from freedom unhindered
Life but a journey
its trappings to ban
Feigning reentry
its price was my freedom
The given agenda
new death to the dream
Feigning reentry
refusal my mantra
Staying in transit
—new rivers unstreamed
(The New Room: March, 2023)
(if it’s)
Love me …
hate my writing
(or)
Hate me …
love my writing
I can live with the hate
(Rosemont College: March, 2023)
Retracing my steps …
picking up the pieces
of a misguided past
Cleaning up the memories
that so litter my
attention
Given one more chance
to change
the things I never intended
Given one last chance
to right the wrongs
—of my prodigal ways
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)
How did he drive
those cars that fast
Far past the limits
of traction and time
Speed as his master
death as his
mistress
Chasing defiance
the sweetest
of wine
(Juan Manuel Fangio: March, 2023)
The reason we give it so much verbiage
the reason we give it time
The reason we search the light fantastic
the reasons left ill defined
The reason the choices finally matter
the reason we pick and choose
The reason we leave a trail behind us
the reasons we’re not bemused
The reason the voices call within us
the reason the nights are long
The reason each season traps our longing
the reasons both right and wrong
The reason when nothing’s left to answer
the reason no sirens call
The reason we leave the past unanswered
—the reasons we can’t recall
(The New Room: March, 2023)
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