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)
Adventure,
pursuit of awe
—celebration of the unknown
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
To never change a mind that’s closed
or stroke the lion’s mane
With fate embedded, etched in stone
you’re left with what remains
In tunnels dark and burrowed deep
you hide from nature’s wrath
Whose last denial, truth reviled
—reseeds the garden path
(The New Room: July, 2022)
Making love to my memory
each tryst redefined
Perfection recaptured
reenvisioned sublime
Forever unwavering
all pain reconceived
The future rekindled
—my heart’s reverie
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Love entitled
hate defaults
—buying back the time
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
If we can’t agree on fifty-one percent
of what affects us both
we’re doomed
Like the baby and the bathwater
our future lost
in critical disdain
All politics of division
a self-imposed, self-righteous
Armageddon
The brotherhood of humanity
sacrificed
—on its dying altar of shame
(Tribute To Anthony Hopkins: July, 2022)
The artist
must fondle the spark
while avoiding the flame
Never surrendering
to the heat
as light’s wonder calls his name
A flashing
of transcendence
escaping the warden of imprisoned time
Where the gold is buried deep
and hidden
—in mysteries still to mine
(State College Pennsylvania: October, 1977)
Another truth, another lie
—another day that ends in why
(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)
Cliff edge narrows, steps in place
danger looming strong
Height above me terror laced
searching right from wrong
Summit beckons, flag to place
and leave my name among
Flocks of pilgrims reaching grace
—to finally belong
(The New Room: July, 2022)
I spend my days
in celibacy unchosen
living the desperation
we share
Anguished in the knowledge
that needing you unbroken
transcends the sentence
of this chair
I hear your words, I feel your touch
imprisoned by our love
and wish to free you from this pain
to meet again above
My memory holds each tryst endeared
your beauty most sublime
to relive as I stay in place
—virility confined
(The New Room: July, 2022)
