Write,

like you don’t need the money

Sing,

like you’ll never be heard

Live,

like the moment is ending

Love,

like a baby’s first word

 

(Dreamsleep: April 2022)

Do you write the words

or do they write you

 

Are the feelings tattered

or something new

 

Do you speak in tongues

or in muted silence

 

Are the moments sacred

or void of credence

 

Do the questions answer

themselves in time

 

Do the phrases mingle

but never rhyme

 

Do the reasons falter

excuse to reign

 

Do the moments linger

—tomorrow framed

 

(Newtown Square Pennsylvania: April, 2022)

Life when it’s tragic

a forced similarity

Spreading like water

—flooding the plain

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

 

Until your forgiveness

marries your passion

—everything else is lost

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

At 11:05 the torrent came,

its current tainted,

its waters shamed

 

At 11:06 direction changed,

intention drowning

—redemption stained

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

 

The aging of time,

each year to endear

from cradle to grave

the future unclear

 

The aging of time,

whose toddler matures

to crawl and then walk

—as moments endure

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

For every second

the chronometer gains,

the future loses two

 

The light retreating

time in halves

—the moment old once new

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

 

Ego’s

not armies

destroy an empire

 

Inside

to rampage

—pillage and burn

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)

Caught between

fear and despondency

it came as two trains

passing in the night

 with him on the center rail

too frozen to choose

too barren to cry

too orphaned to commit

hearing the screams

from the dying polarity

tearing him from the center

of his emptiness

daring him to move

while forcing him to stay

the 8^th deadly sin beset…

D-E-S-P-A-I-R-I-N-G

with the sound of the fury

the pressure and the heat

sucking out the last vestige

of the man he had been

before all hope gave in to fear

 

(Septa’s R5: March, 2022)

A Poet who writes his name in ink

and screams his name in blood

Tomorrow will hear what his wounds make clear

—to die in glory of

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)