Creating

nothing

it doesn’t

seek

to destroy

 

Apathetic

ill tempered

and by

seasons

— employed

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Embrace your entitlement

to thrive

Hell freezing over

 the moment alive

 

Protect what’s inside

of your heart

Transcendence embodied

— Divine from the start

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

 

Idealism

versus

reality

 

In hope

that Quixote

prevails

 

Disappointed

again

reading the trends

Materiality

draining

the grail

 

Peer pressure

determines

what happens

 

Not some

high minded

value or tome

 

Greediness trumps

what our virtue

holds dear

 

Self interest

hitting

— closer to home

 

(Villanova University: January, 2024)

 

You can’t

embrace reality

forever

 

Its tenets

restrict

and constrain

 

By definition

it renames

 itself

 

Once spoken

to then be

disclaimed

 

What comes

upon you

the moment laced

 

Where vacuums

exit

in time and space

 

Regenerates

from life’s

cocoon

 

In endless

cycles

— moon to moon

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Without

your heart

open

emotion unspun

 

Without

the right feeling

the words

lie unsung

 

Without

the right words

the

verse to abate

 

The reader

in Limbo

awaiting

—his fate

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Intelligence

a number …

never a word

 

The writer

a halfwit

till viscerally heard

 

Tomato

tomatto

the pudding unproved

 

Empirical

nonsense

— the spirit unmoved

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Naivete

in life

brings terror

to dreams

 

The psyche

wide open

a victim

to scheme

 

The innocent

notion

belief

to defile

 

Asleep

in the

nursery

—where monsters run wild

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Does worry only exist

in our memory

Or is foresight

required to fret

 

Will a bear live in fear

of the hunter

Or ignore what

might happen unmet

 

When alarm bells go off

in the moment

Rejecting the

future and past

 

Is time at its essence

but present

All reference

 — a rationalist caste

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

Once she performed it

she made it her own

 With joy we all listened

and marveled atoned

 

Endowed from the heavens

the Angels in awe

Her spirit celestial

your nerve endings raw

 

A voice for all seasons

Grand Madam of sound

To search for a lifetime

her like never found

 

While crossing each genre

she made time a slave

Her stylings eternal

— a gift heaven gave

 

(For Aretha Franklin: January, 2024)

 

Living in one

renting the other

Owning them both

then to discover

As owner I’m captive

the tenant is free

In debt to the banker

—remortgaging me

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)