To believe or deny,
enlightenment dares
Our lack of acceptance,
a three-legged chair
We feel it and breathe it,
and live it for sure
As minds are left gasping
at something so pure
At this very point
rejection sets in
Our spirit’s attacked,
the reasoning thin
Century upon century
will come and will go
But what can’t be explained
—the best thing to know
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
We have only our perceptions,
but how honest can they be
Where one man sees the color red,
the colorblind can’t see
When trapped in three dimensions,
we must push against the walls
Until we’re free of all constraints
—and clarity befalls
(Wayne Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
Is there anything language
can’t possibly express
Words falling short,
all speech in distress
Are there concepts so deep,
they cannot be described
To experience beyond
any speaker or scribe
A higher enchantment,
a deeper enthrall
The logic of which
is bereft to recall
Expression in handcuffs,
perception moves on
Searching the cosmos
—its melody strong
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
I asked again for everything…
she gave nothing in return
A jilted strand of loneliness
—unwoven and unheard
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
I met a man along the bank,
come back from Galilee
He took my hand and spoke my name,
which he was not privy
His head was crowned with sunlit fire,
his eyes like mine so blue
And as we looked into the pond,
one face stared back—not two
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Christians flock into their churches,
travelers hit the road
Searching for what’s beyond their view
in spirit overload
To leave behind the past imprisoned,
stilted and controlled
The blacktop chanting “come what may”
—a eucharistic whole
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Repeating on and on without changing,
the boredom settled in
Lost in endless repetition,
ten miles South of what might have been
A broken record skipping, skipping,
the groundhog’s prediction thin
Burrowing out the same old hole
—ten miles South of what might have been
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
The view is always better
from the highest road,
the joy of looking down
Vision bestows
as gravity flows
—beyond the here and now
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Sometimes love just isn’t enough,
as destiny calls within
Orphaning passion, emotions untether,
lost to Cupid’s whim
Never requited, alone and denied,
the search begins anew
Feelings repackaged and searching for more
—to do what love can’t do
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
The price of love
is loss
Its bill
both old and new
A cost
that must be paid
With feelings
torn and strewn
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
An Anthology Of Perception 