Can you see that it’s true,

but not prove what you know

 

A problem physicists

and philosophers share

 

Hints all around,

results to confound

 

As the questions unanswered

—ensnare

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

Popular music,

and popular verse

 

Their power intrinsic,

listeners search

 

Beyond even Mozart

and Longfellow’s rhyme

 

A gift to the masses

—in presents of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

Letting his past

 determine his future

 

Old voices in charge

—all memory in pain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

A sword slices through empty space,

the air bleeding as sutures trace

 

To pierce not once but pierce again,

your breath scarlet, its stain portends

 

A breeze sharpens—all time erupts, 

seasons hemorrhage and flow corrupt

 

The wind incited—torn by pain,

truth the loser, impaled again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

A poem,

a riddle

 

An answer

to find

 

A Sage,

 a gamester

 

All truth

undefined

 

What’s hidden,

most treasured

 

Its fortune

to mine

 

Tomorrow

awaiting

 

Sequestered

—in rhyme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

Watching ‘Final Portrait’ A. Giacometti

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Truth before beauty,”

the Sage said with a scowl

 

“Aesthetics a vacuum,

devoid of its howl

 

“The beauty of truth

is that truth stands alone

 

“Eternity’s mirror

—veracity’s throne”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

Intention is to fact,

as water is to ice

 

Its truth in transformation

—the naughty and the nice

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)

Regurgitant youth,

digestive age

 

All life a buffet,

serving up on the page

 

Chew before swallowing,

savor each piece

 

That first you ingested

—forever to feast

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

Is honor sum total,

or dolled out by degree

 

Can it live through confusion,

and your failings to be

 

Are those moments of weakness,

made up when you strive

 

To become more than just living,

eternal—alive

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

Gripping the meteor,

both hands for dear life

 

Expelling, compelling,

less heat and more light

 

Afraid to let go,

knowing what it will mean

 

My pen to go dry

—my heart not to bleed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)