Fighting his very nature,

conflict raging inside him again

 

Feelings demand what thoughts can’t command

—neither enemy nor friend

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)

Be somebody’s hero,

give more than you get

 

Reach for something bigger,

cast a wider net

 

Be somebody’s hero,

your name to live beyond

 

The casket and the headstone

—your memory left in song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

 

In her clouds of mystery,

souls recalled

 

Where voices cry out

—from Shangri La

 

(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)

Sometimes…

our greatest pleasure

is the absence of pain

 

As often…

the best thing that can happen

—is nothing at all

 

(Dreamsleep Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

 

 

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)