The poetry of mathematics

—modernity’s pox

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

Making eternity

out of a moment

Escaping

the pretense of time

Beginnings

and endings

Falling away

in one enduring rhyme

 

Making eternity

bend to my will

An Angel

comes to dance

Wings on fire

Horae’s lyre

The instant christened

—another chance

 

(The New Room: June, 2023)

Greed

the harbinger

of loves rejection

 

The Mirror

once cracked

—its image maligned

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)  

As a poet it pays

to travel around

And visit new words

in verse still unfound

 

The time and the place

you hold in your hand

To barter the truth

as beauty withstands

 

As a poet it’s wise

to cross every line

To scale every mountain

with peaks still to climb

 

The muse of a traveler

when strange and unknown

Your spirit set free

—the horizon your home

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

24 hours

alone with myself

the road goes on and on

 

24 hours

in my own space

exemption rides along

 

24 hours

eternity breached

its imagery returns

 

24 hours

tomorrow today

whose light forever burns

 

24 hours

becoming undone

the parts fall back in place

 

24 hours

the wind at my back

withdrawing from the race

 

24 hours

a voice calls my name

in birth year reverie

 

24 hours

my soul to reclaim

in what was meant to be

 

24 hours

Kerouac damned

a false reflection shown

 

24 hours

each road sign that calls

direction out on loan

 

24 hours

the moment reframed

once lost but now refound

 

24 hours

24 lifetimes

—inward outward bound

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

 

 

 

Above party

Above caste

Above station

Above place

Above state

Above nation

Above riches

Above race

 

And the reasons

And excuses

And the grief

And the shame

And the guilt

And the sanctions

And the blood

And the stain

 

Beyond language

Beyond history

Beyond reason

Beyond fate

Beyond now

Beyond later

Beyond love

—beyond hate

 

(The New Room: June, 2023)

 

Tapering to a point

time pierces the veil

Unharvested moments

a gardener’s tale  

Dug from the furrows

a voice has been freed

Whose final word spoken  

—eternity’s seed

 

(Septa R5: June, 2023)

Violence deceives 

in the absence of love

 masking a template

that fits like a glove

 

Destruction and madness

call from within

where lies have embedded

in footnotes to sin

 

Violence festers

in spirit deformed

to strike ever constant

those feelings unborn

 

Its petroglyph’s holler

from caves deep inside

marking the secrets

—we most try to hide

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

When the woods are full of the enemy

—start your fire at their backs

 

(From My Novel—Approaching Storm: June, 2023)

The invasion upon us

attacked by a neighbor

no village is safe

their scourge overruns

 

The enemy dressed

as civilian turistas

our border wide open

and freely they come

 

No shots have been fired

or prisoners taken

the keys to our arsenal

willingly loaned

 

Our schools now infested

with quotas bespoken  

surrounded and cornered

—the fault but our own

 

(McAllen Texas: September, 2022)