Wannabees always seem to know

who the really tough guys are

Their carriage indefinable

 though marked by every scar

 

The pheromones of conquest

 carried by the chosen few

Who rumble through the tallest grass

—swallowing what they chew

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)

Where does insight come from,

where do answers lie

A mockingbird to mimic truth

in streaks across the sky

The echoes of tomorrow

retreat into the past

As crumbs from where it all began

form a new repast

The light belongs to no one

all live within its glow

To claim its brightness title banned

—and lease what can’t be owned

 

(The New Room: July, 2022)

Adventure,

pursuit of awe

—celebration of the unknown

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)

To never change a mind that’s closed

or stroke the lion’s mane

With fate embedded, etched in stone

you’re left with what remains

In tunnels dark and burrowed deep

you hide from nature’s wrath

Whose last denial, truth reviled

—reseeds the garden path

 

(The New Room: July, 2022)

Making love to my memory

each tryst redefined

 Perfection recaptured

reenvisioned sublime 

Forever unwavering

all pain reconceived

The future rekindled  

—my heart’s reverie

 

 (Dreamsleep: July, 2022) 

Love entitled

hate defaults

—buying back the time

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)

If we can’t agree on fifty-one percent

of what affects us both

we’re doomed

Like the baby and the bathwater

our future lost

in critical disdain

 

All politics of division

a self-imposed, self-righteous

Armageddon

The brotherhood of humanity

sacrificed

—on its dying altar of shame

 

(Tribute To Anthony Hopkins:  July, 2022)

The artist

must fondle the spark

while avoiding the flame

 

Never surrendering

to the heat

as light’s wonder calls his name

 

A flashing

of transcendence

escaping the warden of imprisoned time

 

Where the gold is buried deep

and hidden

—in mysteries still to mine

 

(State College Pennsylvania: October, 1977)

Another truth, another lie

—another day that ends in why

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2022)

Cliff edge narrows, steps in place

 danger looming strong

Height above me terror laced

searching right from wrong

Summit beckons, flag to place

and leave my name among

Flocks of pilgrims reaching grace

—to finally belong

 

(The New Room: July, 2022)