Reincarnation

eternity’s myth

You’re incarnated

only once

Though many transitions

are stamped with time’s pretense

As it was in the beginning

— it will be at the end

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

The most constant romance

 the one with yourself

The most lasting friendship

the mirror defines

The most sacred promise

only yours to break

The most valued feelings

— your treasure inside

 

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Star-crossed by the years

 a cuckhold of fate …

I made love to you

in the copulate verses

of another time

— and another life

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

The day you

discover

that it’s you

who makes it all right

Is the day you

uncover

what destiny holds true

— and prophecy foretold

 

(Villanova University: March, 2025)

 

What is love

if not an out of body

experience

 

Proving the dualist

philosophers right

— and the poet’s words set free

 

(The New Room: March, 2025)

What creates a mood

better than music

A tonic to fill

the empty spaces

 and writer’s block

 

What transports the words

better than music

As Elton, Paul

and Cole have shown

— its gift to reign supreme

 

(The New Room: March, 2025)

The hardest stones

cannot withstand

— what only men endure

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Never to discover

the limits of soul

Such is the depth

of its station

 

The nature of being

  not what’s distilled

But what’s left

— from evaporation

 

(Septa R5: March, 2025)

One too many

mornings

Two too many

nights

Three too many

warnings

An apostates

 delight

 

Four too many

judgments

Five too many

fears

Six too many

curses

Raining

— too many tears

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Did they dare you to be

what you already were

Your profile kept hidden

unshaken or stirred

To wander in your

unbroken discontent

A path that lies hidden

—by unspoken words

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)