The Poetry of time

its present sublime

Each moment by degree

untethered reminds

 

The Poetry of time

forever refined

Rebirthing the constant

—our essence defined

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Nothing leaves a footprint

like a memory burned

Deep into the consciousness

of those unlearned

 

Nothing grows more deadly

than the force of will

It powers every weapon

it vanquishes with skill

 

Nothing braves tomorrow

like a wish on fire

Its light forever’s beacon

to each soul aspired

 

Nothing is more final

than a dying breath

Words exiting their prison

—eternity’s rosette

 

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

 

 

My shadow was crying out to me

beyond all darkness and light

Saying that life is a trap in reverse

 caught between wrong and right

 

Dichotomy claims what polarity feigns

academics locking the gate

Where shadows crawl under what locks in our fear

—abandoning us to fate

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

All of the secrets

are already known

The sages in moth balls

old king on the throne

 

The answers requestioned

new fruit on the vine

What’s hidden uncovered

—as seasons rewind

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

The path to eternity

weaves and turns

As choices deceive

and judgment burns

 

Its labyrinth changing

and mirror lined

Voices in transit

new order unrhymed

 

Pursuit often folly

refusal is death

The push is internal

escaping your breath

 

Beginnings unending

the past in refute

Each moment unfolding

—beyond all repute

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Nothing cuts as deep

as a back that’s turned

 

Denying your existence

—all bridges burned

 

(The New Room: October, 2022)

Being is to

becoming

 

As seedlings are

to blooms

 

Today as to

tomorrow

 

Midnight

unto noon

 

Sparks beget

a brilliance

 

As fans beget

the flame

 

Breath into

a sonnet

 

A child

aptly named

 

A thought

once spoken freely

 

The scent

of chosen prey

 

A smile

when returning

 

A love

—to give away

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Do you have five fingers

without a fist

 

A hope that lingers

a wanton wish

 

Do your letters jumble

beneath the words

 

Does your breath cut off

before it’s heard

 

Does silence threaten

what can’t begin

 

With empty horror

begetting sin

 

Whose grip wraps tightly

o’er digits limp

 

Your soul indentured

—creation’s gimp

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Can God pass judgment

against himself

 

Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed

their essence the same

 

Faith in the vision, truth at the core

a Trinity expanded

 

Tomato, tomatto, all roads lead to Rome

—His joy forever proclaimed

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

 

No need to impress

or need to define

what rests deep inside me

within the sublime

 

All praise and all glory

goes to the Lord

immune from false tribute

to free every word

 

Time as the temptress

exposed in His wake

the One and the Only

not early nor late

 

His calling upon me

my arms open wide

to dig up my treasure

—and travel divine

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)