Death failed to show up for work one day,
the clock remained unpunched
Hospital’s waiting, graveyards on call,
all coroner’s out to lunch
Death took a holiday without checking in,
the pecking order stunned
Like a deer on the highway, all headlights turned off
—awaiting what’s to come
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
Punching in the numbers
on the celestial dial tone
Eternity became toll free
—its area code my own
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
Once was a time
I was young enough,
to know and feel the truth
But the years laid claim
to my memory,
and the seeds to every fruit
Today is but folly,
tomorrow a fool,
the past like fine wine ages true
Where a nightingale sings
in my dreams unrestrained
—that song of myself ever new
(The New Room: November, 2020)
The music
called the dancers
to the floor
The poet
waltzing freely
—with his eyes
(Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980)
“A vision into
your future
“A mirror
of your past”
(Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980)
Why would it matter,
why would you care
Voices becalming,
breathless unpaired
Freeing the Dharma,
released in the air
Transcending today
—immortality shared
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)
Faith often hides
an idolatry within
Statutory mandate
—harbinger of sin
(The New Room: November, 2020)
Creativity…
undemocratic
Tyrants of insight,
breaking new ground
Vision on fire,
effigy’s burning
Painting’s unframed
—all muses set free
(The New Room: November, 2020)
Humanity is destined
for being at war
Attacking tomorrow,
its fate still unsure
New conflict resharpens
the dullest of blades
Where written in blood
—new history is made
(Valley Forge: November, 2020)
Live your days with purpose,
and death walks by your side
To constantly remind,
what time will not abide
Your choice on how to handle,
ignore or then befriend
That last step left untaken
—where life begins again
(Bryce Canyon: August, 2019)
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