Embracing my illusion,

reality slipped away

as truth returned uncensored

—all memory out to play

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)

More pressing matters call…

time enough for the truth

 

(The New Room: August, 2021)

 

 

You’re supposed to know

the people you know,

and not the people you don’t

You’re supposed to feel

the things you can feel,

and not the things that you can’t

You’re supposed to be

what your nature portends,

and not what convention ascribes

You’re supposed to love

without borders or fear

—those moments forever alive

 

(The New Room: August, 2021)

Living within the bookends of time

those feelings unturned

each page a new rhyme

 

From cover to cover the verses conceal

the moments most precious

—my truth to reveal

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021) O

Trying to become who you are…

often the highest tree to climb

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)

Crack open the vein

and let me back in

The ore of your vision

to mine from within

 

All treasured remembrance

lay fallow unclaimed

Awaiting my entrance

—forever proclaimed

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)

Are we the most enlightened species…

based on what we’ve done

 

A planet raped, all hope betrayed,

our passions zero sum

 

If we’re so smart then why oh why

is getting on so hard

 

Mistakes rekindled, memory flamed

—our spirits burned and charred

 

(Villanova University: August, 2021)

There are people

who

 I love to hate

that live inside my heart

 

They thread me

 in

then knot me up

new patterns in the dark

 

To make my world

a

thicker braid

than those who fawn and swoon

 

And stitch the flame

 of

tangled fire

—unwoven in my loom

 

(Ronald McDonald House: August, 2021)

“Draw me not without reason

nor sheath me without honor”

 

There’s blood in the inkwell

—death on the page

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)

Is reason the straightest road

to percipience

Or is truth intuition

—memory’s black hole

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)