Eighty percent living

fifteen percent dreaming

 five percent — writing the words

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

A younger friend

an older soul

Both prescient

and most wise

 

Her light that burns

a gift to all

Hippocrates’

— to shine

 

(To Pending Doctor Anais Vionet: November, 2025)

 

Writing in verse

my voice

deep within

 

A rising  

butterfly

skirting the wind

 

Piercing

the silence

in harmony flies

 

On wings

beating meter

— rhythm and rhyme

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

In debt

with a dollar’s

down payment

on lies

 

Veracity

hiding

the truth

in disguise

 

Intentions

repaving

the highway

to hell

 

With blood

on the toll booth

and lye

— in the well

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

 

Refusing to appease the host

while skin and bones hang on

His mind departed, his spirit free

— his words released in song

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

 

The smokescreens

of your mind

The firewall

of your soul

Keeping in

and keeping out

Tomorrow’s child

— and yesterday’s troll

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)

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)