poetry — Is this the end Are we never to live again Has grace lost its eternal quest Should I just wander in the desert Beyond the pulse of the glass screen A life serene No longer scrolled, scolded or stolen Far from all extremes, or remain Where love is lost Where summer has no innocence Where I am but binary currency Floating…

poetry — And if desire floats on qualms Should I be calm I shoot charms I hark for Brahms Cloak my desires in anything but psalms My gift is my fire It’s on hate street’s liars I search for truth In Benzedrine alleys, at glamor bar rallies I can’t pretend, I don’t offend I rake with…

poetry — And if the stars fall from the sky Will that prove it’s not a lie Nor rising moon, nor midnight swoon Nor tidal surge, nor crushing urge Nor prophecy from the sage Nor jealousy, nor fits of rage Nor your body’s heat, nor rain, nor sleet How can I show, I do entreat Delight my days, with you…

poetry — Hark! Do the heavens call And what is the velocity Of stardust when it falls Do we just ascend To what is coming through a lense Or might we simply contend As the human eye makes light bend What is the alternative to mass Is it solid, liquid or gas And if there is another Can we pray for…

poem The Antigone The antitheses Of a tacit kingdom Bound by the pillars of Hercules Amidst history’s fallen landmarks Between her revolutions Bygone solutions not ventured Cancelled culture And revised passages Lurking amongst the truth Just a glimmer of diamond sheen Upon the pin point of a needle One shred of truth Befallen to all The rise and fall Or Rome’s most poignant moment A…

sonnet — prompt by Ali A scene in a dream, iridescent greens Blue water haven, black like the raven Silk screened by some fiend down in New Orleans It seems! …(Now I’m playin’, misbehavin’) The ponderings of this artist is had A dab here, a stroke there, like an antique If Monet…

poetry Has it not yet been promised Scattered from the ashes of Prometheus Played upon, a single note formed A slight inkling of sound Not found, nor bound, but prophesized Not timely but frowned Down played, frayed Delayed a thousand decades Decayed Decadent, unwarranted in its fall To be caught once more And put forward The score Hark, not…

supersonnet Chide and ice falls, I have sinned once enough I’m now charted on an unnerving course My sweet dear lost, wrested by him above This tack bound by untenable remorse Insufferable be the clown at play Diverted by charm, grace and false banter The unmasked wretch will unwittingly say ’Twas my real intention to enchant her O…