Intuition is to reason

as a black hole is to space

 

A cistern of discovery

— changing distance, time, and place

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

The past is written

but doesn’t define

Its history a vault

in yesterday’s mine

 

Tomorrow’s impostor

the thief of today

Stealing new moments

— deception in play

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

 

Truth and Falsity

destiny’s twins

Living together

in virtue or sin

 

Credence once glorified

deceit left in flames

Redemption and virtue

the devil profanes

 

Verity trumps lies

by its very intent

Disclaiming its sibling

 who still unrelents

 

Existence dependent

as prophecy deigns

In mutual exclusion

— like Abel to Cain

 

(Villanova University: November, 2025)

Each new discovery

reborn on the wind

Begotten as time

— neither blames nor forgives

(Tappan Zee Bridge: November, 2025)

Did you go

to the gym

the Poet asked

Or write

weakened

— words untasked

 

Vowels and

consonants

stay unflexed

When verbs

atrophic

— their letters vexed

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)

Trapped inside

his mirror

Prevarication

flows

A narcissist

parading

The emperors

— new clothes

 

(Flexing In Brazil: November, 2025)

You say it never mattered 

you say you never cared

You say you never meant it

you say it wasn’t shared

 

You tell me that you’re leaving

the price of love too high

You tell me what you’re taking

— that final last goodbye

 

With sorrow I resent you

with sorrow I decry

With sorrow you brought heartache

with sorrow all your lies

 

Regret will be your suitor

regret to long reside

Regret will be your tour de force

— regret you cannot hide

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

My eyes were diverted

my mind taken back

Her presence upon me

her breath an attack

 

There’s no sense in running

with no place to hide

Although rare in the daylight

her message alive

 

My pen comes out quickly

and drawn like a sword

Each word spoken plainly

and pointed toward

 

My life now a capsule

exploding like hail

Her light towing prescience

the comets new tail

 

Last phrases are written

my senses return

I feel her leave slowly

my pen it still burns

 

I look down at the page

to see what I wrote

The handwriting foreign

familiar once spoke

 

“Your life but a dream

between wisps of my breath

“Once spoken inside you

beyond life — and then death”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

My fortune

self-expression

 

To this

the Lord has willed

 

For other men

it’s land or gold

 

By verses

I’m instilled

 

My riches

so enamored

 

To couplets

I belong

 

And leave

my only legacy

 

In meter, rhyme

— and song

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

Do you hide

with complexity

what’s missing

inside

 

Are the words

that you choose

to impress

or belie

 

Those flowery

fragments

of what

you can’t feel

 

All die

on the vine

in a poseur’s

— reveal

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)