Have I finally truly said it all
running out of words
Thoughts and feelings too remote
my pen a blunted sword
The doors revolve and seasons change
as Winter calls my name
Whose grammar laced with period ends
and fingers stricken lame
A final time my eyes shut tight
to fall into a dream
Just one more word—new phrase to grace
reaching for the cream
(Villanova University: July, 2022)
Adopting the world
for what it is
The illusion orphaned
—death to begin
(Las Vegas: July, 2022)
Ye cursed with too much knowledge,
all fate’s within your grasp
The destiny of all beguiled
entrenched behind your mask
To Thee of grace outstanding,
the rose and bud the same
Beginnings end as endings start
assumptions die unclaimed
Oh Ye who brave the mountain,
its winds blow far and chill
Each footstep placed a sin erased
the moment frozen still
And Ye who share the journey,
all mockingbird’s deboned
Your wisdom marks a trail unseen
—for others to atone
(Las Vegas Airport: July, 2022)
Ease after torment
delight for a time
Pain as a stranger
more fondly in mind
Absence entrancing
when courting a knave
Sweetest the silence
—where screams did pervade
(Las Vegas: July, 2022)
As figures don’t lie
but liars can figure
Right is still right
—and wrong is still wrong
(Ronald McDonald House: July, 2022)
It’s definitely maybe possible
that she hated to love me so much
Her affection found everything missing
—and distressed her elation nonplussed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
I sold my memory
for a present reframed
The past in revision
—the future in shame
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
If you ever get to look into the light
—don’t ever look away
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Wannabees always seem to know
who the really tough guys are
Their carriage indefinable
though marked by every scar
The pheromones of conquest
carried by the chosen few
Who rumble through the tallest grass
—swallowing what they chew
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Where does insight come from,
where do answers lie
A mockingbird to mimic truth
in streaks across the sky
The echoes of tomorrow
retreat into the past
As crumbs from where it all began
form a new repast
The light belongs to no one
all live within its glow
To claim its brightness title banned
—and lease what can’t be owned
(The New Room: July, 2022)
An Anthology Of Perception 