Not in comparison

to anyone else

 

(and)

 

Not as a reference

to anything else

 

(neither)

 

Judging nor judged,

the music began

 

(being)

 

Uniquely created

—the essence of man

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

She brought flowers to the garden,

water to the pond

Fresh stripes to line the zebra’s back,

and melody to song

 

A background to the rising sun,

brush strokes to the paint

New breath to hold the baby’s laugh

—and love to cure the hate

 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

If all ancient philosophy

is a footnote to Plato

 

Then all modern thought

—is a tribute to Descartes

 

(Villanova University: January, 2020)

You have two choices

in war…

 

Turn into a psychopath,

or suffer PTSD

 

Becoming the former,

may insure your survival

 

Suffering the latter

—and your world self destructs

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

Is being open to fate,

a choice

 

Accepting tomorrow,

in lieu of today

 

A foretelling that still

can be acted upon

 

A remembrance

—the choosing at bay

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

Language builds a place to stand,

inside our own cognition

 

Each word confirms what thought instills,

in psychic recognition

 

Are you the true informant,

about what’s inside your head

 

1^st person self awareness frees

—a nature higher bred

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

Is consciousness a sponge,

that ever expands

 

Is consciousness a vacuum,

where potential commands

 

Is consciousness a gateway,

to something beyond

 

Our mind and our spirit

—a fusion lifelong

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

Degrees of freedom…

a chance for control

 

The will to measure

—what choices extoll

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Can you talk of your experience,

or is language a gift recalled

 

Without a tribute, silence reigns

—you mute to Heaven’s call

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

I’m wed to my Poetry,

betrothed to the fire

 

Each word an incendiary,

burned to inspire

 

My voice the rekindling,

fueling the scream

 

The ashes my trousseau

—a smoldering dream

 

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)