You write
inside the circle
I write
outside the arc
Praise and pander
despoiled ground
Where my words
refuse to park
Applause and cheers
to follow
Like the Reaper
closing in
Owning your soul
with each accolade sold
Indentured
— to their whim
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Eighty percent living
fifteen percent dreaming
five percent — writing the words
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
A younger friend
an older soul
Both prescient
and most wise
Her light that burns
a gift to all
Hippocrates’
— to shine
(To Pending Doctor Anais Vionet: November, 2025)
Writing in verse
my voice
deep within
A rising
butterfly
skirting the wind
Piercing
the silence
in harmony flies
On wings
beating meter
— rhythm and rhyme
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
In debt
with a dollar’s
down payment
on lies
Veracity
hiding
the truth
in disguise
Intentions
repaving
the highway
to hell
With blood
on the toll booth
and lye
— in the well
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Refusing to appease the host
while skin and bones hang on
His mind departed, his spirit free
— his words released in song
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
The smokescreens
of your mind
The firewall
of your soul
Keeping in
and keeping out
Tomorrow’s child
— and yesterday’s troll
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Intuition is to reason
as a black hole is to space
A cistern of discovery
— changing distance, time, and place
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)
The past is written
but doesn’t define
Its history a vault
in yesterday’s mine
Tomorrow’s impostor
the thief of today
Stealing new moments
— deception in play
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Truth and Falsity
destiny’s twins
Living together
in virtue or sin
Credence once glorified
deceit left in flames
Redemption and virtue
the devil profanes
Verity trumps lies
by its very intent
Disclaiming its sibling
who still unrelents
Existence dependent
as prophecy deigns
In mutual exclusion
— like Abel to Cain
(Villanova University: November, 2025)
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