Living
is earned
Dying
— is free
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Category: Uncategorized
Skirting The Line
Touching
without feeling
Looking
without seeing
Talking
without saying
Lost
— in the dark
(Villanova University: February, 2024)
Poem By My Son Trystan
No more
Mothballs and cedar assault my nose
The dust mites and stale air dry my throat
A wardrobe that is just that
The lion roars no more
Neutered and robbed of his fire
The last time the words were read
In the darkness of this cell I fear the witch no more
Drunk at her cauldron
Slurred words conjure no magic
Snow driven mountains of pure white
Have dissolved into a gray haze
Footprints like bread crumbs dissolved
My desperate escape blocked
Solid wood between me and salvation
My world made infinitely smaller
When the gateway to Narnia can no longer be imagined
— the magic dies
(Trystan Colin Behm- April, 2024)
Lost
In days of wonder
I wander alone
Lost in the transition
of being myself
Lost in the memory
of all that I’ve missed
Lost in the reasons
that chase me from sleep
Lost in the moment
today would deny
In days of wonder
— I wander alone
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Poetic Alchemy
Freedom without question
Truth without doubt
Love without heartache
Hope without pain
Truth without question
Freedom without doubt
Light without darkness
— fault without blame
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Pundits Of Ruin
Do nothings
wth tenure
poseurs sublime
Their barrels
sit empty
coated
with lime
The space
they take up
much better off
closed
For those
they have
poisoned
— Hades to know
(Haverford College: April, 2024)
Quid Sum
Not an academic
Poet
Not a tenement
Poet
Not a beat or a blues
or a church Poet
Not a famous or infamous
or celebrity Poet
Not an Irish or Basque
or Welsh Poet
Not a formal
Poet
Not a casual
Poet
Not the kind that takes
to the stage Poet
Not a tenured or membered
or club Poet
Not a for profit or glory
or fame Poet
… just a Poet
(The County Line: April, 2024)
Something For Albert
The gravity
of space
The gravity
of time
Forging
perspectives
Relative
in kind
Newtonian
dogma
At sixteen
he knew
By curving
the axis
It changes
— the view
(The New Room: April, 2024)
The Unboxing
Complexity wrapped
in simpler terms
Untying its ribbon
— freeing the words
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
The Politics Of Religion
The arrogance
of conscription
the blasphemy
of denial
Abraham
shouting high above
to dam
the bloody Nile
We speak with words
deceptive
to try and steal
the peace
As blasphemy
that self destructs
in arrogance
— repeats
(The New Room: March, 2024)
