Letting up

provides

the tightest

grip 

 

Creating

space for

credence

to stick

 

Room

to wander

room

to grow

 

Space

when sacred

truth

— to know

 

(Deamsleep: January, 2024)

 

 

When Freedom itself becomes politicized

 that

 — is the death of America

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Have I let

her down again

Have I failed

once more

Have I jumbled

up the words

Have I graded

poor

Have I taken her

for granted

Have I missed

the mark

Have I disappointed

one

—who pulled me from the dark

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Soulless

Dissected

A heart turning back

Jilted

Rejected

Last stab in the back

Mourning

New morning

The day unatoned

Nighttime

The verdict

Whose sentence disowns

Lovers

And lizards

The swamp but the same

Feeding

On hunger

Starvation the game

Cursing

 each blessing

with heartache reset

Dying

While living

— new tears wait unwept

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

A Poet is not like other writers …

all narrative be damned

 

Charging and fusing each word with a spark

redundancy to ban

 

Poets and Novelists both drawn to the fire

their kindling looks the same

 

The differences clear when striking a match

— poetic verse rising in flames

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

When routine things

start to look typical

The typical

—becomes routine

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Lost inside passion

with burning desire

Vision refocused

in tunnels of fire

 

Screams of delirium

christen the night

Darkness a metaphor

tainted delight

 

One then another

the virgins do fall

Lascivious demons

unleashed in the hall

 

Till daybreak approaches

new light on the way

The beast back in harness

—this evening to stray

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

Hiding in daylight

concealing his teeth

Flying at night

in flocks of deceit

When fortune demands it

he says he’s a bird

When birds are in season

a flittermouse heard

He courses the difference

of right into wrong

Impaling our psyches

— with fears to prolong

 

(The University Of Pennsylvania: January, 2024)

When born as old

then aging young

Youth before us

with laughter sung

 

Each day better

than one before

Sick or senile

the past absorbs

 

Born decrepit

our weakness shows

A mother’s milk

of hope to grow

 

As childhood waits

the future plays

Where years befriend

—each passing day

 

(Septa R5: January, 2024)

 

 

Desperation to breed contempt

the moment shattered

time illy spent

 

Choices bartered and freedom gone

the reaper chanting

old righteous wrongs

 

Panic stricken the nights repeat

the days long orphaned

abandoned sheep

 

One promise lingers in chastened air

the font of Angels

— baptism’s prayer

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)