not just any old mead

subject on canvas

mat

simple, no lines

no wide rules

no narrow bands

of creation to interrupt

the art

as the creator draws one final

scene

a man weaving a dream spiral

in the black crush of a blue ocean

at night

and then morning falls on the canvas

bright, cool

simple

in a sketchbook from my fathers

i would draw that if i could

adt

short hills, nj

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here inside these new walls

considerable weight

burdens our frail shelter

of stored up tranquility

and borrowed mortar

measurable times

sullied by crafty pirates

of solid amorality

and furrowed brows

i stand not to shroud it

i stand not to pretend

i see some pretense of purity

and the walls crumble

to be raised again?

"perhaps," said the vassal

but then the house will

always be just a house

and never again

a castle

adt

short hills, nj

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dusk canticle

never tell me anything
painful or
show me anything searing
to the eyes
never mention the mediocrity of your
stillborn dream
wait until I'm ready to listen
and my wine is poured
to speak truth or don a mocking
laugh
i serve no servant other than
time
i give no mention other than to
his wife
let the dinner bell stop
and let the carousel wheel circle
for I am missing my daily amusement
also known as your demise

adt

short hills, nj

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blood from love

some say time matters not
when love happens
perhaps the elixir is too strong
perhaps the ticking of the clock too soft
tick tock tick tock
no more reality
nor space for sanity
only the frail smile
that comes but does not go

with love
ruins glow but fail
rivers are rapid but willful
for it seems we give back
cupfuls of love like rain
on april's new window
porous cover, the heart,
takes that murky bath
when love happens
though it seems
for better or worse
blood flows

adt

short hills, nj

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today's royalty

lift up the phone
and call the king
let him know
you've lost your way
and he'll save you yet
this is what they do
kings and queens of today
give you reason to love
their mending ways
for this they want your soul
a little love
a little loyalty
that and some more
a little love

goes a long, long way

adt

short hills, nj

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bond

forged

in a cold sweat

teased by solidarity

we grow old

wither

and sense something

not so distant

tugging at our shirttails

begging for a final

bit of mercy

and then we separate

one last time

not out of sadness

or gloom

or even love

but just because

we can

making us human

if not inhumane

and broken

adt

short hills, nj

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the soul next door

cold snaps

my iron will

into narrow shards of glass

beveled by the fierce wind

the souls seeks more depth

more warmth

to put itself

back together again

so it can, amen,

render its owner whole

at peace

more substance than less

but never more than the soul

next door

adt

short hills, nj

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