If you’re not ready to kill the lion

—never stalk its trail

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)

Knowing only

what your path has shown

—so little have you learned

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)

Entropy evaporating

into itself

 

Birthing an ending

—singular truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Tribute To Stephen Hawking October, 2020)

Reaching through the Biosphere,

I touched the hand of God

 

Who turned me around and pushed me back,

inside my inner pod

 

Letting me go with these final words,

 transcending into self…

 

“Your search is to end where you began

—your heart and mind to meld”

 

(The Book Of Prayers: October, 2020)

Backround information,

footnotes of the weak

 

Substantiating all excuse,

data incomplete

 

Reasoned explanation,

wishful thinking’s tool

 

For dilettante’s to build a stage

—to dance and play the fool

 

(New Hope Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Delivering what we said we wanted,

wrapped in dirt and mud

The politician slashed and burned,

and each time drawing blood

 

He tapped into our memory,

with fear and recompense

Reminding what the past was like,

with promises incensed

 

He sang old songs, romanced the strong,

the weak then cast away

The jungle’s laws put back in place

—our hopes and wishes preyed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

I was twenty,
you were nineteen,
that day along the mall

When I heard a guitar
from deep inside,
that round auditorium hall

Up on stage with legends,
Son House, Muddy,
Johnny Winter too

A red haired, freckle faced,
blue eyed girl
commenced to sing the blues

You started with an apology,
saying you were outclassed
and over matched

But once that voice
left your heart and flew
….in nothing did you lack

I followed you out
that afternoon,
in the late State College Fall

And after fifty years of looking back,
every moment
I recall

I walked you to the bus
as you said:
“We’re in Harrisburg tonight

“Why don’t you come,
it might be fun,
from there I catch a flight”

The bus was full,
my eyes looked south
as I hitchhiked down #322

Fate unexplained,
life forever changed 
-that special gift from you

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Looking Back- March, 2018)

Lobbying through Hell,

the politician remanded

 

To the Devil he stated:

“Your program’s too thin

 

“You need to refigure

and turn up the heat

 

“His word’s getting through,

and the Angels all sing”

 

“It’s not about numbers,

Lucifer cried from the furnace

 

“It’s not about losses,

but what’s mine to gain

 

“If only one soul’s

to be trapped here forever

 

“Your indenture my focus

—let the suffering begin”

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)

I sleep with Saint Anselm,

but wake with Aquinas

 

My dreams to envision

what the morning will say

 

Creativity’s twins,

imagined then stated

 

Epiphany’s birth

—morphing night into day

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)

Should I share my truth with you,

or take it to the grave

 

And bury what my life has been…

the fearful and the brave

 

Should I share a final word,

before my name is called

 

To pour your cup into that stream

—that runs beyond the falls

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)