Star-crossed by the years

 a cuckhold of fate …

I made love to you

in the copulate verses

of another time

— and another life

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

The day you

discover

that it’s you

who makes it all right

Is the day you

uncover

what destiny holds true

— and prophecy foretold

 

(Villanova University: March, 2025)

 

What is love

if not an out of body

experience

 

Proving the dualist

philosophers right

— and the poet’s words set free

 

(The New Room: March, 2025)

What creates a mood

better than music

A tonic to fill

the empty spaces

 and writer’s block

 

What transports the words

better than music

As Elton, Paul

and Cole have shown

— its gift to reign supreme

 

(The New Room: March, 2025)

The hardest stones

cannot withstand

— what only men endure

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Never to discover

the limits of soul

Such is the depth

of its station

 

The nature of being

  not what’s distilled

But what’s left

— from evaporation

 

(Septa R5: March, 2025)

One too many

mornings

Two too many

nights

Three too many

warnings

An apostates

 delight

 

Four too many

judgments

Five too many

fears

Six too many

curses

Raining

— too many tears

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Did they dare you to be

what you already were

Your profile kept hidden

unshaken or stirred

To wander in your

unbroken discontent

A path that lies hidden

—by unspoken words

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Defense of freedom

takes a courage

rare and dearly won

 

Through wars endured

with tyrants scourged

and despots on the run

 

The words in place

by Founders Ink

on parchment

closely held

 

As children roam

the halls of light

with precepts

— deeply felt

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Stealing your thoughts

a crime of dispassion

the penalty fatal

my name stays unknown

 

A larcenous caper

whose felony looming

authorities chasing

though lost will they roam

 

Returning your musings

a word to each notion

attached and delivered

through eyes that retake

 

Enlightened resplendence

unfenced by Jehovah

no borrowers promise

— this thief ever makes

 

(The 1^st Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)