Without shared values,
what can we do
Without shared values,
who can we be
The proof’s in the pudding,
the cream has gone sour
Our greatness now curdled
—our future most dour
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Without shared values,
what can we do
Without shared values,
who can we be
The proof’s in the pudding,
the cream has gone sour
Our greatness now curdled
—our future most dour
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
The left hemisphere believes in God,
the right hemisphere does not
That physical split within the brain,
what we are and what we’re not
Temptation and judgment at war with themselves,
all battles inner fought
Confusion to reign, contradiction in charge
—a zero sum rehaut
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
The arrow of time,
fired over and over
Piercing our consciousness,
impaling our fear
Our bow staying drawn,
till the quiver is empty
Last feather to soar
—on eternity strung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Living between the spaces,
of what never came to pass
The light rays self-divided,
the present from the past
Living within the moment,
no time to lose or gain
The choices made inversely
—in yes plus no refrain
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
When I think back on all the times that were
—and weren’t
My mind rewrites the answers to the questions
—never asked
To set the time that’s left on fire
—in joyful hope
To rhyme the final ending line
—with one last wish
(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)
All discovery…
but one grand paradox
All reflection
—caught deeply there within
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Stranded on the island
of your professed beliefs
Anchored in the promise
of a new tomorrow
Each wave a stark reminder
of the choices that you made
Your faith inside a bottle
—the tide unclear
(Haverford College: January, 2020)
Stranded on the island
of your professed beliefs
Anchored in the promise
of a new tomorrow
Each wave a stark reminder
of the choices that you made
Your faith inside a bottle
—the tide unclear
(Haverford College: January, 2020)
If Panpsychism were true
—what could ever be false
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
The mind and body dualist,
his prison for a throne
Confusion reigns where consciousness walks,
where can it find a home
The soul the prize that matters,
the spirit up for grabs
Proximity defining its own lie,
positioning unclad
But somewhere in the distance,
and somewhere heretofore
A laughter lives beyond itself,
escaping its own core
The zero-sum dilemma,
what Sages claim to own
Lay far beyond what’s deep within
—where truth is free to roam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)