Trying too hard
to appear he’s not trying
Saying too much
without saying a thing
Shapeshifting lover
the fire his mistress
Locked in an image
—whose essence is damned
(The New Room: June, 2023)
Trying too hard
to appear he’s not trying
Saying too much
without saying a thing
Shapeshifting lover
the fire his mistress
Locked in an image
—whose essence is damned
(The New Room: June, 2023)
The Taiji of life
may it ever be so
Driving the artist
and poet who know
The Yin and the Yang
to marry sublime
Truth as their offspring
—whose beauty defines
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Owing a debt
you can never repay
Beatitudes leveraged
salvation in play
Moments beholden
to all that’s to come
Providence calling
in voices unsung
Eternally liable
the invoice sublime
Whose terms reverential
the bursar Divine
The wings of an angel
the wings of a dove
In debt to forgiveness
—absolved from above
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Painting with words
speaking in colors
Palette of voices
—rainbow Divine
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
An orphan of destiny
whose birthmark disowns
A life spent indentured
his spirit on loan
Caught in a time warp
unable to leave
The future in chains
contentment bereaved
A child of the moment
left on the streets
Time as his captor
in shoes of concrete
Forever unwelcome
a foster relayed
From instant to instant
his memory replays
An orphan of destiny
whose grief is reborn
In weeks unrelenting
his calendar scorned
Last chance at adoption
it calls from within
The voice of acceptance
—from him unto him
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
You’re a Poet
—you don’t need permission
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Bus drivers and plumbers
don’t start the wars
The nurse or school teacher
too busy inured
What’s common among us
with tasks to withstand
The elected entitled
our blood on their hands
Without a real job
and whose terms don’t expire
They poison the well
with aggrandizements dire
To them it’s a game
that they cannot lose
Their voters just pawns
in a continual ruse
But one day the reaper
with sickle in hand
Will come to reclaim
what’s stolen bedamned
And the serfs will rise up
in an infamous rage
The despots left burning
—their ashes in shame
(Radnor Pennsylvania: June, 2023)
The semen of tomorrow’s rage
burning undelivered
waiting for perdition’s womb
vengeance baptized—christened tears
The seed that carries darkness on
planted in the shadows
hiding what we most despise
hatred pregnant—birthing fear
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
Reaching into the
public conscience
words are tokened free
Blowing fresh holes
through blind indenture
light for all to see
Reaching into the
common ledger …
its double-entry fate
Paying the debt
on tomorrow’s maelstrom
—seeking heaven’s gate
(The New Room: June, 2023)
Dylan got bitten
hard by fame
and though wounded
continues to tour
A thundering
majesty
in makeup and veils
jesters by the score
Divorced from
his wandering
a pilgrim of dreams
the past too great a cost
A caricature
of genius gone
eyes clouded over
—Camelot lost
(The New Room: June, 2023)