It’s better to take a giant leap
and fail
Than to forever build castles
— on the ledge
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
It’s better to take a giant leap
and fail
Than to forever build castles
— on the ledge
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
I am your father
I’ve always been here
You are my daughter
You are my son
I’ve never wavered
I’ve never questioned
You have been foremost
By far number one
But now I feel distant
Now I feel lonely
An inconvenience
Who no longer belongs
And soon I’ll be vacant
Gone to my maker
You both left to wonder
— the right and the wrong
(To Aging Parents Everywhere: April, 2026)
It is
what it isn’t
It looks
to unsee
Its start
unbeginning
It goes
— when it leaves
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
A troubadour wanders
through star laden space
Absorbing new light
from destiny’s face
The truest reflection
opaque at the heart
Intrepid attacking
repelling the dark
As hope and a memory
marry within
Strings of eternity
tune on the wind
Where off in a storm cloud
the Jester forays
And wrapped in new thunder
— a violin plays
Is it logic
Is it impulse
Is it neither
Or then both
Is it Descartes
Is it Hegel
Is it Kantian
In our hope
Will we whisper
Will we dictate
Will we prejudge
Most devout
Will we wonder
Will we question
Will we pander
Into doubt
In the morning
In the noontide
In the twilight
Of our youth
Reason saunters
Reason flounders
Reason kneels
— before the truth
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Lost
in a simile
Chasing
a metaphor
Being
so close
Yet so far
— away
The devil
is a
dancer
In the
cabaret
of fire
His steps
are most
alluring
His eyes
beget
desire
He twirls
amongst
the partners
Disguised
but known
to all
And making
his
selection
A child
of Adam
— falls
**
Never let
reality
— obfuscate truth
Never let
the legend
— be tarnished by proof
Never let
the facts
— carry the day
Never let
the magic
— get reasoned away
**
Staying close
to the moment
the world made sense
In touch
with his feelings …
tomorrow’s paid rent
Alone
with his questions
the answers collide
Breaking through
the unconscious
— forever alive
**
You can never tell
unless you show it first
What the eyes will see
— the mind will free
**
Colors drip down
but never up
Gravity’s palette
— rainbows to touch
**
Looking for a
socket
to plug in tomorrow
Looking for a
conduit
to exit today
Looking in a
mirror
reflecting my future
Looking until
breathing
— each word that I say
**
Hidden
in caverns
the words
rising forth
Each droplet
a treasure
in ladles
to pour
Through whirlwinds
of drought
and twisters
ordained
The wellspring
indulgent
to fill
— and sustain
**
There are no
accidents
though some
would explain
Cause
or causation
each hair splitting
phrase
What is
and what isn’t
their images
born
Unconsciously
conscious
in matter
— and form
**
The art of looking
grows slowly …
Tall oaks in
the wind
The bison in
Winter …
His warmth
from within
The art of seeing
takes longer …
with each passing
glance
Reforming
the picture …
you once left
askant
**
In the distance
pirates chase
like devils
on the wind
Tonight’s horizon
morning brings
what destiny
— portends
**
Metaphor
only thrives and grows
forever
on the vine
Simile
lies a
rotting fruit
— bereft among the rinds
**
A seminary of devotion
ordains me with Grace
Spiritually enlightened
my soul is embraced
Its gift so much greater
than thoughts would belie
Cloistered within me
— anointed on high
(The First Book Of Prayers: March, 2026)
For you
to be right
must I always
be wrong
Can’t our thoughts
live together
like the words
of a song
That plays and
surrounds us
without judgment
or blame
Relighting
the cosmos
with harmony’s
— flame
(Villanova University: March, 2026)
Forever To Hide
You’ll never escape
a bad memory
when it’s buried deep inside
It’s hard to run away
from the ‘stalker’
in dark moments that reside
Within to keep you captive
your soul
indentured and restrained
Forever to hide
from what lives to prey
— on what you cannot change
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Though Tattered And Torn
Many salute
before the flag
some will turn their backs
Many will bleed
to keep it flying
some let it go slack
Many fight …
Old Glory tattered
some avoid the fray
Many will die
within its folds
some — their hearts betray
(Martha Browns Woods: March, 2026)
A Darkened Sprit
With Satan’s
vow
He damned
his soul
Denying
God
His fate
ran cold
Blessings
offered
Turned
away
A darkened
spirit
His will
— conveyed
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)