Is knowledge just the memory

of what has gone before

Our current thoughts a window dress,

in search of something more

 

Are ideas in our DNA,

and cellular as such

Feelings lost within those thoughts,

wading through the dust

 

Is our soul but then a footnote

to a novel other writ

Our searching doomed to wander back

—beyond the starts and fits

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Without exception, throughout all time,

governments devolve

 

Aristocracy, the Philosopher King,

benign in his resolve

 

Timocracy, the city state,

landed and secure

 

The Oligarch, his army placed,

to rule in peace and war

 

Democracy, each voice to shout,

as chaos takes the reins

 

When Tyranny must force its hand

—as socialists have deigned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

 

 

‘You’ll never step into the same river twice,’

the future now the past

 

Motion the only constancy,

beyond all time to last

 

You will never see the mountain,

by staring in its face

 

Perspective shorn and vision torn,

its image out of place

 

You’ll never look into your soul,

while outside glancing in

 

Its essence what you’re running from

—whose gateway leads to Him

 

(The Book Of Prayers: September, 2020)

What was,

became you

 

What will be,

becomes you

 

What could be,

belies you

 

What is

—befalls

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2020)

I said yes,

you disagreed…

no longer to be friends

 

 P.C. culture,

zero-sum,

misleading to the end

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

 

What versus why,

each millennium cries

 

Man on the run,

all truth in disguise

 

Modernity reels

from an ancient ideal

 

Until time the thief

—reveals

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

The knife edge of verse…

a verbal incision,

whose sharpness cuts both ways

 

Its blood groove runs heavy

with truth dripping free

—to mark the words unsaid  

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Subject and Object,

who builds the bridge

From either perspective,

to laud or forgive

 

First person invective,

third person retort

The toll for each crossing

  —forever deports

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

Intention of action…

inaction pursues

 

Deflecting commitment,

with roadblocks infused

 

Intention of action…

step one and step three

 

Step two is the question

—of what comes to be

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

You dip your toe into poetry’s waters,

but never seem to get wet

 

Pretense showing, your measure unknowing,

the surface as good as it gets

 

Into the depths where fear leaves a shadow,

you stare with eyes conjoined

 

The moment upon you, time has been stopped,

to dive—your soul purloined

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)