Sentiment

is universal

Languages

proclaim

 

In many tongues

and voices

What lives within

— the same

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)

 

 

Time’s lone existence

made-up in the mind

Eon’s perspective

in moments to find

 

Minutes and hours

but chalk on the wall

The sun and the moon

— our present’s recalled

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)

Ownership

will lead astray

the joy

of appreciation

 

And harbor

that best title free

in lost

depreciation

 

To claim its structure

not its form

resettled

on your shelf

 

With grand command

through sleight of hand

to only fool

— yourself

 

(Walk & Write: October, 2025)

Night a gift

where memories sleep

dreams unwrap

and words release

 

Blankness woven

connection spun

a poem born

— as darkness runs

 

(Villanova, Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Only the heartless

are blind to serenity

Lost in the darkness

away from the light

 

Only tomorrow

releases the past

The sins of the father

— yesterday’s blight

 

(Ronald McDonald House: October, 2025)

 

Some never hear

the past whisper goodbye

 

Till perfidy shouts

— and destiny cries

 

(The New Room: October, 2025)

“I wrote it …

 I didn’t have to say it

I questioned  

when answers tried to run and hide

I served

what time became and what it didn’t

I died

the way I lived — with no goodbye”

 

(Buried In Walden: September, 2025)

Not right versus left

(but)

right versus wrong

 

The truth standing firm

(both)

unlabeled and strong

 

Preying among us

(the evil)

inure

 

Till verity triumphs

(with)

— Forces Majeures

 

(The New Room: September, 2025)

KNOCK – KNOCK

evil resounds

the devil’s doorknob

to Hades impounds

 

POUND – POUND

the hasp in its dock

whose key to perdition

— in hand to unlock

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

Life …

an unending series

of crossroads

 

Take

the right turn

— and tomorrow befriends  

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)