I said

what I had

to say

 

And did

what I had

to do

 

While asking

no one

to care

 

And seeking

nothing

from you

 

I went

where I had

to go

 

And saw

what I had

to see

 

To get

where I had

to get

 

And be

what I had

— to be

 

(Bryn Mawr College: June, 2025)

 

A Hall of Mirrors

 ill conceived

With dark reflections

to deceive

From front or back

and side to side

Each look impounds

what time proscribes

 

Were you looking in

or looking out

When Alice voiced

her final shout

A dozen clonings

a thousand views

The glass your jailer

— in silver hues

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

Expressions

of spirit

the music

plays on

 

Beyond any

verbiage

or words

come and gone

 

At high

elevations

each note

takes you up

 

To reach

into heaven

where feelings

conduct

 

As harp

strumming Angels

with harmony

strong

 

Play chords

of acceptance

to guide

— you along

 

(1^st Book Of Prayers: June, 2025)

 

 

Joy

cannot last

Few moments

contain

The unbridled

feeling

Euphoria

claims

 

Joy

but a transient

It comes

and it goes

Resetting

our wishes

To bask

— in its glow

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

Do you write

pretty words

with a message

unchanged

 

Does intent

leave you vacant

the darkness

sustained

 

Do you ponder

and flirt

in a language

affair

 

Do you kiss

and then tell

without promise

or care

 

Do you vow

to do better

with love

on reprieve

 

Does your heart

leave you jilted

next breath

— to deceive

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

I made it to

the edge of thought

with consciousness

ablaze

I escaped the fire

but not the heat

all memory

a haze

I just got out

when fate attacked

from inside

burns the past

To leave me orphaned

without a home

my legacy

— in ash

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

 

 

Poets

who cry

Jesters

goodbye

Alone

in the dark

Old heartaches

to mark

 

Time

closing in

Memories

thin

Whispers

 and tears

Finality

— near

 

(Villanova University: June, 2025)

I’d gladly take

one verse

ill written

Than a tome

explicit

with words

unfelt

 

I’d gladly take

one moon

still distant

Than a sunrise

hidden

by rain

that pelts

 

I’d gladly take

one real

good tiding

Than a score

of praises

that slap

my back

 

I’d gladly take

one heart

on fire

Than a million

minds

no souls

— attached

 

(Villanova University: June, 2025)

 

 

 

The beginning

of the end

The end

of the beginning

To look

and not see

A desperate

path

 

To start

what can’t finish

Destroying

tomorrow

When eyes

remain closed

The future

— uncast

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)

 

 

 

 

 

Politics & Religion

boneyard

 of existence

Power & Corruption

misleading

in kind

Promising & Deceiving

legislation

and dogma

Politics & Religion

deathtrap

— for mankind

  

(The New Room: June, 2025)