To pierce through the surface,

none sharper than words

 

A vowel like a razor,

to shave undeterred

 

Each letter a saber,

that strikes to the heart

 

All phrases an arrow,

your will to impart

 

Once spoken, each edge

is eternally honed

 

To cut through deception,

and carve into bone

 

The blood trail that follows,

all sages can track

 

Incisive, unsutured

—the truth turning black

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

 

 

I did not create the Poetry…

the Poetry created me

 

Each word I wrote from heaven sent

—on wings to set me free

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

 

Don’t give away the best part of yourself

to structure

 

Don’t organize yourself into

spiritual oblivion

 

Keep the magic of the instant

close at hand

 

And the gateway to eternity

 —will remain open and pure

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Boring…

that thing most fatal to become

 

(Dreamsleep: 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)