Bending a breaking point
rupturing time
Eons of history
skirting the line
Paradox native
our true D.N.A.
Truth as a concept
forever in play
Yessing and noing
transfixed in between
The jester in transit
all canons demeaned
Freeing the moment
the first wedded last
a twist to the turning
—where memory contrasts
(Septa R5 To 30th Street: August, 2023)
What do the years mean
when they come to an end
their number a prison
if hearts cannot mend
A month or a decade
results but the same
when love is abandoned
—there’s nothing but pain
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Life …
changes color
when twilight returns
Darkness
a palette
remixing your doubt
Stars
a backdrop
canvassed with unknowing
Rainbows
left truant
—moon shadows about
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
A demon’s playing
but no one’s listening
Black whirlwind coming
tomorrow hissing
The moment christened
in dark despair
Entrapping vision
beyond repair
A mantra chanting
its rhythm waning
Despoiled virtue
with time refraining
Unmasking Hoder
in blind respite
The god of darkness
—and lost delight
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
The only thing
we can be sure of
is death
The only one
we truly know
is ourself
Every time
a moment’s lost
a memory’s gained
Every time
creation mourns
—tomorrow cries
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Is most of your life spent
alone in the dark
Hiding from rainbows
in colorless spite
The sun waits a mistress
the evening a whore
That paid by the hour
exposes your blight
Professing in earnest
those things you don’t know
Whose pontification
a mask that conceals
What others see clearly
fate not to deceive
Delusion and bluster
—your folly revealed
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
The closer we get
to Godlike
the more welcome
death will be
Returning home
no longer
alone
—the answer question free
(First Book Of Prayers: August, 2023)
It’s the things
we love
that destroy us
Taken inside
beyond
cover and shield
Killing us
softly
killing us sure
Lambs to the
slaughter
—heartache congealed
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Left (front) Dust Jacket Quote:
“The bats in the tower
rats in the barn
Night befits cowards
who run from the storm”
Right (rear) Dust Jacket Quote:
“When the woods are full of the enemy
—start your fire at their backs”
Running from
the voice of my conscience …
who’s deceiving who
Guilt ridden fear
embedded too dear
one and one still two
Trying to change
what’s inherent
my thoughts both twist and bend
With words falling deaf
death’s coronet
—judgment reprehends
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
An Anthology Of Perception 