To a hammer

everything

looks like a nail

 

To a writer

everything

looks like a tale

 

To a hunter

everything

looks like a kill

 

To a prophet

everything

— unto his will

 

(The New Room: September, 2024)

 

 

Have you built

a cathedral

with language

unblessed

 

Adopting an

Angel

your spirit

redressed

 

Have you

filtered the

verbiage

with water Divine

 

The Savior

within

you

— still waiting to find

 

(The New Room: September, 2024)

Once the fire goes out

it never comes back

 

The heat dissipating

all light to retract

 

Tomorrow in darkness

the future untold

 

To wander inclement

— left out in the cold

 

(The New Room: August, 2024)

Without our dreams

we sit naked and alone

Imprisoned by doldrums

adrift from our home

 

In fits of depression

we unstep the mast

Awaiting the storm

— of futures long past

 

(The New Room: August, 2024)

Hearing

my thoughts

I considered

again

Last chance

to refashion

What time

whittles thin

 

Word after

word

They pass by

in refrain

Assuaging my

doubts

Repeating

— my name

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

The coincidence of

 opposites

attracts and repels

 

Polarity of motion

where  

all paradoxes dwell

 

Conjoined in their

distinction

 negating the either/or

 

Essential

singularity

— both after and before

 

 

(Eastern College: September, 2024)

Dodging a bullet 
the Pet Scan loomed large… 
results both good and bad 

“Nothing today 
to panic about ” 
 tomorrow left unclad 

The moment secure 
the future unsure… 
prognosis under siege 

The lights of the O.R. 
calling his name 
— with hope the last reprieve 

(University Of Pennsylvania: September, 2020) 

Deep in the forest

of a wanton tomorrow

two virgins sullied forth

One but a temptress

from loves inquisition

the other devil sourced

 

Together they exit

where fear is incepted

to course on different paths

 

One a diversion

distracting our vision

— the other Queen of Wrath

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)

Deficit of

wonder

climbing

the walls

 

Deficit of

verbiage

the message

forestalled

 

Deficit of

promise

the future

on hold

 

Deficit of

time

eternity

— shoaled

 

(The New Room: August, 2024)

If there was no one

to believe

would there still

be truth

 

If there was no one

to tell

would it spoil

the fruit

 

If there was no one

to laugh

would the lights

come on

 

If there was no one

to love

would all feeling

— be gone

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)