Writing

 the only suture…

when truth starts to bleed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

A victim

of words

and casualty

of what time

 will avow   

 

Dylan

in white face

the old

and the new

— his music enclouds

 

(Highway 61: October, 2025)

A pregnant Nun

in rural France

long cloistered

and alone

 

While crowned in light

from high above

she kneels before

the throne

 

Her vows intact

as rumors grow

she lives beyond

the fray

 

And hears a Voice

from deep

inside

  “Unto Thy Name They’ll Pray”

 

(1^st Book Of Prayers: October, 2025)

How much prescience

did you leave behind

futures left unfelt

 

How much transience

were you denied

with aces left undealt

 

How many doors

stayed closed and shut

no matter how hard you knocked

 

How many chances

did you waste

— as you slaved before the clock

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)

Congealing his anger

clotting his will 

Attacking your weakness

— to hemorrhage until

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)

Sentiment

is universal

Languages

proclaim

 

In many tongues

and voices

What lives within

— the same

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)

 

 

Time’s lone existence

made-up in the mind

Eon’s perspective

in moments to find

 

Minutes and hours

but chalk on the wall

The sun and the moon

— our present’s recalled

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)

Ownership

will lead astray

the joy

of appreciation

 

And harbor

that best title free

in lost

depreciation

 

To claim its structure

not its form

resettled

on your shelf

 

With grand command

through sleight of hand

to only fool

— yourself

 

(Walk & Write: October, 2025)

Night a gift

where memories sleep

dreams unwrap

and words release

 

Blankness woven

connection spun

a poem born

— as darkness runs

 

(Villanova, Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Only the heartless

are blind to serenity

Lost in the darkness

away from the light

 

Only tomorrow

releases the past

The sins of the father

— yesterday’s blight

 

(Ronald McDonald House: October, 2025)