The Choice
Prescience an Angel
that rides on the storm
To bring us good tidings
or danger to warn
Spreading its wings
that determine our fate
The choice to jump on
— better early than late
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Time Unwound
Looking ahead
today is ignored
Tomorrow unpromised
this moment secure
All joy in returning
where riches surround
To presence surrendered
— where time is unwound
(The New Room: February, 2026)
Now & Forever
I married
character
You married
cheese
I vowed
for life
Your words
to tease
I married
beauty
You married
lust
I am
still married
Yours
— is a bust
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Gate to adventures
Portal to foreign lands,
That mystical caress
The calm of sunset
And the flame of brilliance,
Stare not for too long,
Unless you give into a trans,
And live your life
Chasing unpromised beauty.
Where would we be
without the bomb
Was Einstein a savior
or devil aplomb
Our power the fire
all enemies dread
Till stealing its physics
unmaking our bed
The world on the edge
of a looming abyss
Missiles entombing
a terrorist wish
Tomorrow unpromised
all time day to day
Eternity waiting
—forever to blame
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2022)
She tried!
But she failed.
Because it is impossible
To give what is not received.
Totally unreasonable
To expect the unpromised.
Completely regrettable
To be and feel unappreciated.
She stopped!
She tried!
To show that she's different
A giver, not a taker.
That she'd prefer
To be self-reliant
Not dependent.
She made it satiably coherent
That she would rather
Be a lover, not a sucker.
It was a total disappointment!
She tried!
To show you could triumph
For you, she could change.
Accept to take just half
And try to manage
Until you were ready
To give her not all, but enough.
But you were reading from a different page
So you made it tough
Impossible to gauge!
She tried!
To communicate
Make you understand
What she felt.
But you made it hard
For her tender heart
You openly tortured
And for long, she was patient.
Made sure she followed
For a while, when you left.
Her desire withered!
I’ve not forgotten you,
but I can’t remember love
as moments went unpromised,
hours lost to wasted years
The future hiding one last spark,
memories yet to burn
that Fall we spent in lust’s inferno
—dancing in the flames
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
One moment, a hint of love
The next, abruptly shoved
Hands over heart: Pray
Unpromised is the day
Yet when sure is certain
by Noonday's light --
Shadows stalk dark alleyways
~ Pray, slip away
The livery on fire,
its horses set free
Misery beckons,
the future to bleed
The gates are broke open,
all streets painted red
Death has awakened,
life dragged from its bed
One bugle is left,
blowing perdition’s melee
All swords are unsheathed,
terror sharpens dismay
Tomorrow unpromised,
today but a curse
The monster has cometh
—a hell upon earth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Nocturnal flower
In need of sleep
Your petals wilt
The count for sheep
New dawn unpromised
The die is cast
A croupier wearing
Sun’s setting mask
Through endless courtship
Faith on the run
A Jester whispers
“Your dreams have come”
The meadow waiting
Its reaper gone
New light unspoken
—your buds in song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Those footsteps ahead
are now footsteps behind
The past but a memory
the future declines
My cadence is slowing
my direction unclear
When frozen in place
on the wind I can hear
Quiet footsteps ahead
louder footsteps behind
Their sound fast approaching
to reclaim and remind
The years stay unpromised
except for the end
Each step left unwalked
trailing closer—portends
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
The livery on fire
its horses set free
Misery beckons
the future to bleed
The gates are broke open
all streets painted red
Death has awakened
life dragged from its bed
One bugle is left
blowing perdition’s melee
All swords are unsheathed,
terror sharpens dismay
Tomorrow unpromised
today but a curse
The monster has cometh
—a hell upon earth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Nocturnal flower
In need of sleep
Your petals wilt
The count for sheep
New dawn unpromised
The die is cast
A croupier blocking
Sun’s setting mask
Through endless courtship
Dreams on the run
A jester whispers
Till sleep has come
The meadow sparse
Its reaper gone
New light unspoken
—your buds in song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Sometimes,
in the shadows
of the early morning light
Resting in the
shade,
awaiting the beginning
And hiding
from the end
of all that’s unpromised
I watch
the questions disguise themselves
as often answered
And tuck
new whispers soft within,
—a certain change
(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)
The day now split
drifts off unpromised,
the dream remains with me
Our words as jewels
now treasured pawn,
their tickets burning free
The nights by measure
mornings fled,
those times you woke and lied
My heart remains
my own to wed,
your wound still deep inside
From spells you cast
upon our gift,
and quarried into stone
The past is black,
the future gone,
—this present mine to own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Sometimes,
in the shadows
of the early morning light
Resting in the
shade,
awaiting the beginning
?
And hiding
from the end
of all that’s unpromised
I watch
the questions disguise themselves
as often answered
And tuck
new whispers soft within,
—a certain change
(Chicago Illinois: July, 1977)
As twilight breaks
The world awakes
To another unpromised day
It's colorful splendor
Like paint in a blender
The beauty of hope on display
Nature rejoices
In songbird voices
As creatures start milling about
The heart grows lighter
As the sun shines brighter
Forgotten are yesterday's doubts
Then once again
As daylight ends
When the sun tells the earth goodnight
We watch in awe
The colors that befall
Stirring the soul with delight
The sun tells the story
Of life's beauty and glory
From beginning until the end
Peaceful and bright
The calm of twilight
Each one an exalted Godsend
September 21 2016
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