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)

Satan hides

within the shadows

Among your thoughts

his evil trolls

His masquerade

beyond the body

Feigning silence

inside your soul

 

He takes up space

at God’s indulgence

The part he plays

unscripted low

In brimstone’s fire

he finds acceptance

From prodigals

his demon’s flow

 

The battle royal

lasts forever

Cast in darkness

waits his throne

To live in shame

while unrepentant

A trillion souls

—one more to go

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)

Only when writing

do you become ageless

Communing with eternity

— transcending time

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

My spirit frost bitten

yet still the river flows

Mercy on the distant bank

my fate caught in between

Wishes drift across the ice

but this side holds me fast

Deliverance oh so very near

— in sight beyond my reach

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

You’ll never find out

where you might have gone

If you don’t leave

where you’ve been

 

You’ll never approach

who you might become

If you change

with every whim

 

You’ll never discover what’s

over the hill

With both feet stuck

in the sand

 

You’ll never discern the

right from the wrong

Indecision

—your command

 

(The New Room: January, 2024)

Complex thoughts

need simple words

The meaning foremost

verse to show

 

The mind expands

new seeds put down

Cross pollinated

left to grow

 

The soil fertile

just sun and rain

As fields once fallow

rise anew

 

The world awaits

each problem solved

In cyphers brief

— with letters few

 

(Rosemont College: January, 2024)

Intellectual larceny

the academic elite

Immune from indictment

inured and effete

They swing their false knowledge

like weapons to maim

The truth left in ashes

— their lies to inflame

 

(Septa R5: February, 2024)

 

There’s a well

in your meadow

only music can fill

 

It’s deeper

 and wider

and calls to you still

 

With its bucket

overflowing

and rope fastened tight

 

Sweet melodies   

waiting

— to quench your delight

 

(The New Room: February, 2024)