Poets believe
they were born out of time,
each era too early, too late,
out of rhyme
Creations main doctrine
for those so inclined
connects what’s unspoken
—to a far greater mind
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Universalis Intuitus
Synderesis primal,
as reason surrounds
First principles calling,
eternity bound
The well ever deepening,
more buckets to haul
New congregants pledging
—awaiting the call
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Heaven\'s Imprint
Though happy when wealthy
I’m happy when poor
my happiness fluid
and flows from the core
The riches inside me
their bounty implied
with love as the constant
rejection denied
All queens in their castles
each king on his throne
their gentry in waiting
court jesters bemoan
True joy in the notion
not fashioned by whim
That our souls were imbued
—and sainted within
(The First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)