A sudden embarrassment,
a moment of shame
A lifetime remembered
—in flashbacks of pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
A sudden embarrassment,
a moment of shame
A lifetime remembered
—in flashbacks of pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Why start at the beginning
and not at the end
Why is reality nothing
more than pretend
Why are most facts
at best a mere guess
Your order disordered
—logic a mess
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Speaking through me,
all choice undone
The Muse unseen
—her voice unsung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
If the memories in the present
are of the past
And the aspirations of the present
to the future are cast
Then memories aspire
for only today
The only time extant
—and all we can say
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
You are two things distinct,
that exist yet unfurled
You as yourself,
and as part of the world
Fundamentally the same,
but functionally unpaired
Your story twice told
—as you’re here and then there
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Is there a fact of the matter
that can never be disproved
Is there an absolute truth
that all can behoove
As sure as we once were
that the world was flat
We’ve transferred to the Big Bang,
and the beginning of all that
Are facts just a servant
to our spiritual minds
To provide order and sequence,
make things easier to find
If one fact truly exists
above all the rest
It’s that facts don’t exist
—no more and no less
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
How dependent are we on language,
for the expansion of our minds
Each word a crucial building block,
an archetype sublime
Can we think outside our diction,
would our thoughts release and form
Or would truth and beauty, right and wrong
—lay dormant still unborn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Memory is a river,
bound for the sea
One waterfall to cross
—death’s waters to free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
If you call out loudly,
the past will find you
The pain but a looking glass,
all time a shroud
As memory surrounds,
its prison reopens
Chaining the present
—locking the future down
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The prelude to a wish,
all time conspired
Eternity on call
—the night on fire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)