Understanding too much,

feeling too little

 

Our being unbalanced

—and spirit restrained

 

(Wayne Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

We make the beds we lie in

—to sleep or not

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

Tripping over my shadow,

guilt darkened the night

 

The devil bespoken,

fear burning bright

 

Stepping into the darkness,

one chance to look back

 

Light shouting farewell

—as panic attacked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Self-preservation…

our most basic law

 

Suicide proving

—that free will exists

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

 

Traveling the world in my mind,

 ghosts linger behind

 

Traveling the world in my mind,

each flashback a sign

 

Traveling the world in my mind,

space harder to find

 

Traveling the world in my mind

—memories define

 

(Presbyterian Hospital: January, 2020)

The visionary Poet,

blind to the word

Framing the consciousness

of a thousand lost days

Riding the emotion

of a memory set free

Escaping the entrapment

of description’s pretense

Vanishing in the mist

—like a rewoken dream

 

(University Of Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

The currency of time

—is blood

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

In the information age,

we know too much about each other

Too much good and too much bad,

that sets our minds to wander

No longer touching what we once loved,

no longer finding what we once held in our arms

No longer listening to the sweet voice of mystery

that charmed the deep emptiness

 —which now intervenes

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Stripped of his future,

outrunning his past

 

The doors locked within him

—first to the last

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)

Married to only what’s on the page,

each word I wedded

 

The cheers and accolades silenced,

my vow applauded

 

Spoken or read each line was reborn,

within the covers

 

That blanket the fore and after of time

—betrothed to forever

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)