You bloom where  

you’re planted

the Sage

told the Priest

 

Your flowers

won’t blossom

if distant

and bleak

 

As fate

seeds your valley

the force

reaches out

 

Reseeding

creation

in whispers

— that shout

 

(The New Room: January, 2025)

If I ask you …  

“How Does A Watch Work”

And you say …  

“Keep An Eye On The Time”

 

The anecdote preying

answer naysaying  

Pathway to reason

— unrhymed

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

In his

indecision

he changed

again

Only to

become more

of what he had

— never been

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Justification

of illusion

the surface

unsure

 

Each step

poorly taken

new death

— to allure

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Wandering off

 drifting hither and yon

Stumbling without purpose

through maddening throngs

Askant in reflection

devoid of all thought

The badlands awaiting

— eternity fraught

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

When I got to Heaven

the gates were listing

a ‘going out of business’

sale

 

The Angels on clearance

Saints on deep markdown

Grace and the Cherubs

e-tailed

 

When I got to Heaven

the Devil in line

waiting to go in

and buy

 

His credit card ready

Cerberus in tow

the damned and the wicked

— behind

 

(The New Room: January, 2025)

 

Eavesdropping

the liars

where poison is stirred

Their message

rings toxic

the future interred

Foreboding

forsaking

all hope is unstrung

While deaf

to the mantra

— where truth waits unsung  

 

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Hiding behind

each veil of deception

 a reckoning awaits

 

Looming above

the sea of destruction

a fugitive of fate

 

Grasping for breath

on the edge of tomorrow

the future air most thin

 

Plaguing the weak

adrift in their sorrow

— the DNA of sin

 

(The New Room: January, 2025)

Today

is in context

Tomorrow

is not

 

The moment

held captive

The future

uncaught

 

To be

unbegotten

No birth

and no death

 

The present

resplendent

No last

— dying breath

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

 

Conspicuous

by his absence

Entrenched  

in his abeyance

Condemned

in his reluctance

All feelings

askant

 

Forgiveness

but a carrot

From a garden

long estranged

Those closest

to his exit point

Bereft

— and unclaimed

 

(Villanova University: January, 2025)