Snippets

of the truth

being a

little bit pregnant

 

In the

promise

of a dream

eternity sleeps

 

Freeing

tomorrow

with each moment

recaptured

 

All time

in an instant

as the music

— begins

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

He died

in a whisper

alone

in its presence

 

The call of death

weaker

than what he’d

been told

 

Wading into its

shallows

each step

took him deeper

 

Reluctance

and acceptance

 both swimming

in turn

 

Each voice

every motion

he passed

toward the bottom

 

The pressure of

choosing

now

drifting away

 

In denial

and waiting

the past

floating above him

 

But the end

of its

shouting

— had finally begun

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

 

Every act

is a link

in tomorrow’s

chain

 

Connecting

our promise

again

— and again

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

We can’t make

all the bad things

 good

Just knowing

all that didn’t

should

 

We can’t wish

what stays real

away

Or lie

to keep the truth

at bay

 

Yesterday

today

tomorrow yield

The leavened

‘Word’

forever sealed

 

Ad infinitum

minus

one

Salvation’s

path

— is zero sum

 

(Sister Marcella: 8^th Grade Religion Class, 1962)

Only a few

make a pact

with the wind

 

Only a few

know the joy

there within

 

Free of the shadow

that follows

and stalks

 

Escaping

tomorrow

in moments recaught

 

Horizons lie waiting

as pilgrims

embark

 

Voices like magnets

pull light

from the dark

 

Only a few

hear the music

on high

 

Through handlebar

portals

— embraced by the sky

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

 

 

A higher

but hidden presence

than God

Surrounds his nature

eternity’s

pod

 

Existing over

and deep

within

Its seminal essence

 forever

begins

 

Averse to our choosing

and freedom

blind

Professing nothing

but itself

in kind

 

And blacker

than the

blackest hole

Obverting time

remains

— untold

 

(Villanova University: May, 2025)

 

 

Prate is to

poetry

as death is to

life

 

Dilletante

graveyards

lie marking

the site

 

Where words

never weighted

whose wings

couldn’t fly

 

Unmarked

without headstones

 condemned here

— to die

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

A vessel

of transference

my doors

never close

All windows

stay open

where light

can impose

A constant

refilling

with verse

to the brim

Whose message

of hope

 forever

— within

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

My ear

to the asphalt

My nose

in the wind

 

My mind

on tomorrow

Escaping

my sins

 

The road bends

before me

It twists

and it turns

 

Where truth

waits forbidden

And love stays

unearned

 

The voices

grow faint

In this gale

to escape

 

In front

and behind me

Both early

and late

 

As the mountain

implores me

Still calling

my name

 

With fate

at its limit

And death

— here to claim

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)

 

Wielded

like a

loaded gun

His phone

was thrusted

forth

 

Proof

of what

I knew

was false

Refusing

all

discourse

 

Armed

with but

an empty

tweet

Chosen

by a

bot

 

His mind

was trapped

inside a myth

Whose fiction

dearly

— bought

 

(Rosemont College: April, 2025)