In judgment we are sentenced…

its verdict zero-sum

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

Poetry…

an endeavor of disturbing

contradictions

A recording of restless

anticipations

—and lasting treasure

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

Winning and learning

or

losing and dying

a choice made

exclusive

—the moment undone

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

The magnitude of ignorance

staggers beyond

the scope of imagining,

a weakening throng

 

The danger of assumption,

its hard biting edge

empowers deception

shoved over the ledge

 

The vacuums of denial

we fight to defend

are lost in the moment

pushed out to the end

 

This emptiness we carry

and knowledge we fear

footnote our destruction

—as fools shed a tear

 

(Rosemont College: November, 2021)

Cloning the emperor,

assuming the throne

knighted impostor,

unregally grown

 

With hell for a kingdom,

his scepter ignites

flames burning memory,

a mirror’s delight

 

The queen held for ransom,

 a prince in his bed

jester on fire,

all subjects rebled

 

A rival approaches,

the bishop a swan

his guillotine royal

—beheaded in song

 

(Beaupre: November, 2021)

 

Fear,

a dark hunter

that preys on our doubt

Chasing us

into

—a lost horizon

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)

Is anything more memorable

than a smell

With eyes fully closed,

sound not forthcoming

Paralyzed fingers,

devoid of touch

Starvation filtered hunger,

taste denied

What could be more memorable

—than a smell

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)

It’s not about the watch you wear,

but more about the time

 

The messenger lost when references cross

—all numbers out of rhyme

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)

Standing hidden off to the side

naked and alone,

his aura too imposing,

his cover all but blown

 

A target of those dilettantes,

consummate poseurs,

his space they had surrounded

—his legend to procure

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

Standing hidden off to the side

naked and alone,

his aura too imposing,

his cover all but blown

 

A target of those dilettantes,

consummate poseurs,

his space they had surrounded

—his legend to procure

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)