They come to me in phrases

in couplets newly born

 

Screaming from the highest places

fitted but unworn

 

They come to me in dreamsleep

the moon recycled new

 

Time released in words immortal

—scratched into the pew

 

(The New Room: February, 2024)

Toby was special

beyond any words

His love monumental

for country and Lord

 

He fought to the end

accepting his fate

A legacy giant

— our hearts to embrace

 

(Tony Keith’s Death: February 5, 2024)

 

Abandon your party

stand up for what’s right

the partisan madness

a liar’s delight

 

Honor the founders

revolt and derail

the graft and corruption

— both factions entail

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

Blessing

the last poem

I’m ever to write

My body

reposing

Sophia’s delight

With eyes

dimming slowly

each breath growing thin

My spark

to an Angel

— as light to begin

 

(1^st Book Of Prayers: February, 2024)

The Christians

and the Gnostics

can either sect be right

Would God omniscient

have created

such violence and blight

To kill and maim

rape and burn

for scripture misconstrued

Defies the spirit

and the mind

— disproving Him anew

 

(Villanova University: February, 2024)

The playing field level

your words versus mine

A race to forever

embedded in rhyme

 

The score has been tied

neither side giving ground

Both phrases and couplets

inscribed to astound

 

It’s late in the game

when a stanza takes off

Outpacing the others

no images lost

 

As darkness approaches

but one voice remains

Returned from the heavens

— posterity claimed

 

(The New Room: February, 2024)

To understand

deeply

the one to the many

 

Salvation

unquestioned

the weakest in need

 

Your heart always

truest

when starting the journey

 

The sheep

that’s been lost

— where humanity bleeds

 

(The New Room: February, 2024)

Truth

a heavy burden

speaking loudest

from exile

 

The distance

and confinement

like a magnet

to iron

 

Imploding

within you

when ready

for travel

 

The weight

of

delivery

— the roar of the lion

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

What is faith

but a journey

What is time

but a moment

What is truth

but a figment

What is love

— but goodbye

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

Speak the truth

at your own risk

Wager fortune

for just one kiss

Walk the tightrope

of joy and pain

No past or future

—the moment gained

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)