God is dead

your Divinity wakens

the Word incarnate

—each breath fortells

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)

We’ve lost the ability

to laugh at ourselves …

P.C. humor both lifeless

and dry

Our levity as tepid

as our character flawed

Fraying the tightrope

—awaiting a fall

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)

In deepest memory

my mind escapes

to places yet journeyed

undreamed they await

 

In deepest memory

the future untold

awaiting unbeckoned

—the next bell to toll

 

(Dreamsleep Tribute To Laura Nyro: March, 2023)

 

If consciousness dies

is that all there is

or does some higher state

reimagine what was

 

When consciousness dies

will birth reoccur

no longer indentured

to time and its spurs

 

If consciousness dies

do rainbows of light

take over our essence

transcending our sight

 

When consciousness dies

is confusion bereft

as reference get buried

—and prescience resets

 

(The New Room: March, 2023)

 

Requesting

forgiveness

from the dead

My will

crossing over

no longer misled

Requesting

forgiveness

my debt was set free

Destiny

reckoned

—atonement complete

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)

Returning

as a man

woken from the sleep

of lost memory

 

Daydreaming now

the only option

eyes wide open

images flash

 

Moments before

become moments after

painting all reference

in shades of gray

 

Starting the ending

to seal its inception

each step taken

—forward and back

 

(The New Room: March, 2023)

When everything around us

is dead and gone

 

All we have left

—is the Word

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)

Ideas

or wordcraft

There’s times

you must choose

 

The style

or substance

Which one

left askew

 

One choice

or the other

Becomes

zero-sum

 

Delivering

prescience

If words

—on the run

 

(The New Room: March, 2023)

Feigning reentry

from places I’ve wandered

Destiny challenged

the status-quo damns

 

Feigning reentry

from freedom unhindered

Life but a journey

its trappings to ban

 

Feigning reentry

its price was my freedom

The given agenda

new death to the dream

 

Feigning reentry

refusal my mantra

Staying in transit

—new rivers unstreamed

 

(The New Room: March, 2023)

 

(if it’s)

 

Love me …

hate my writing

 

(or)

 

Hate me …

love my writing

 

I can live with the hate

 

(Rosemont College: March, 2023)