The Universe had
a beginning …
something caused it
to begin
Measure
with the measured
stones and
stepping akin
Cause and effect
logicians praise
Thomas’ words
like a gun
Space and Time
adopted twins
creating creation
— from zero sum
(The New Room: March, 2025)
The Kingdom’s seeds
within his heart
its reign
a heavy stone
The Jester dancing
with the Queen
caught naked
on the throne
His back now turned
the Jack of Spades
a dagger
up his sleeve
A palace coup
in bold relief
his lineage
besieged
The music stops
the Jester laughs
the Queen cries out
for more
The Princess
in the tower
where her subjects
cry out ‘WHORE’
The drawbridge falls
the King is back
his armor
red and stained
The final battle
yet unfought
dark prophecy
— ordained
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Many die
to walk unknown
amongst
the living dead
Their hearts reclaimed
yet beating still
whose verses
go unread
They wander freely
in the night
their chains
relock the grave
Awaiting words
you’ve yet to write
to free
— their death enslaved
(Calvary Cemetery: February, 2025)
Is the distinction between
science and philosophy
nothing but
illusion
Affirming what it wouldst
certainly and firmly most deny
Proponents of formulaic truth
require a defense against critique
judgment unrelenting
as their proof is self-inured
Science thus infallible
because its findings are collective
Their community not disposed
to answer
questions they will
— never ask
(Amtrak R5- February, 2025)
Tragic
to know
but not
recall
What lies
within
that darkened
hall
With
every squint
and fact
unfound
Old feelings
search
through memory
— bound
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Living
poetic
Treasuring
feelings
Wrapping each
moment
In letters
of sound
Freeing the
silence
Words deep
within me
Calling the
future
Where verses
— resound
(The New Room: February, 2025)
We all become
stories
at the end
of the day
The true
and the false
the black
and the grey
The plot lines
will vary
the ends
in due course
As history
remembers
with joy
— and remorse
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Whittling the point
paring it down
cutting the volume
honing the sound
Sharpening each line
words drop and fall
meaning to thunder
— lightning recalled
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Blisters of
disillusion
fester
and boil
Vision
rubbed raw
in the darkness
embroiled
False
expectations
lie scattered
and burned
Ignoring
our history
with lessons
— unlearned
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Abandoning
yesterday
haunts me
today
Interring
reminder
of what’s not
in play
Bypassing
my choosing
evading
my will
Each sight
unenvisioned
in blindness
— distilled
(The New Room: February, 2025)
An Anthology Of Perception 