The Christians

and the Gnostics

can either sect be right

Would God omniscient

have created

such violence and blight

To kill and maim

rape and burn

for scripture misconstrued

Defies the spirit

and the mind

— disproving Him anew

 

(Villanova University: February, 2024)

The playing field level

your words versus mine

A race to forever

embedded in rhyme

 

The score has been tied

neither side giving ground

Both phrases and couplets

inscribed to astound

 

It’s late in the game

when a stanza takes off

Outpacing the others

no images lost

 

As darkness approaches

but one voice remains

Returned from the heavens

— posterity claimed

 

(The New Room: February, 2024)

To understand

deeply

the one to the many

 

Salvation

unquestioned

the weakest in need

 

Your heart always

truest

when starting the journey

 

The sheep

that’s been lost

— where humanity bleeds

 

(The New Room: February, 2024)

Truth

a heavy burden

speaking loudest

from exile

 

The distance

and confinement

like a magnet

to iron

 

Imploding

within you

when ready

for travel

 

The weight

of

delivery

— the roar of the lion

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

What is faith

but a journey

What is time

but a moment

What is truth

but a figment

What is love

— but goodbye

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

Speak the truth

at your own risk

Wager fortune

for just one kiss

Walk the tightrope

of joy and pain

No past or future

—the moment gained

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

Satan hides

within the shadows

Among your thoughts

his evil trolls

His masquerade

beyond the body

Feigning silence

inside your soul

 

He takes up space

at God’s indulgence

The part he plays

unscripted low

In brimstone’s fire

he finds acceptance

From prodigals

his demon’s flow

 

The battle royal

lasts forever

Cast in darkness

waits his throne

To live in shame

while unrepentant

A trillion souls

—one more to go

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Only when writing

do you become ageless

Communing with eternity

— transcending time

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

My spirit frost bitten

yet still the river flows

Mercy on the distant bank

my fate caught in between

Wishes drift across the ice

but this side holds me fast

Deliverance oh so very near

— in sight beyond my reach

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

You’ll never find out

where you might have gone

If you don’t leave

where you’ve been

 

You’ll never approach

who you might become

If you change

with every whim

 

You’ll never discover what’s

over the hill

With both feet stuck

in the sand

 

You’ll never discern the

right from the wrong

Indecision

—your command

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)