Is there a direction to the universe,

  without the polar caps

 

The equator gone as space expands,

  looking forward—looking back

 

Does today become tomorrow,

  as tomorrow self destructs

 

Are the questions left by law unasked,

  when the answers run amuck

 

Can our thoughts be put in limbo,

  can our feelings lead the way

 

To what is known beyond the light,

  illusions cast away

 

And if just this moment matters,

  and the prophets all were right

 

The doorway back to who we are

   —in dreams we’ll dream tonight

 

(Haverford Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Transcendence—reality,

  the power to choose

 

The physical burning,

  the spiritual hue

 

One leaves you ashen,

  the other alive

 

The choice begets freedom

  —yours alone to decide

 

(Dreamsleep- June, 2019)

Let me take you on a journey,

  to a place inside yourself

 

Not the body mind connection,

  but true consciousness itself

 

Before you walk a darkened space,

  a light must first go on

 

Not tasked with anything other than,

  an awareness set upon

 

Your eyes look out, true vision in,

  the stuff of what you’re made

 

Before the questions were unleashed,

  one answer left unblamed

 

So close your eyes and close your mind,

   and set your spirit free

 

The path aglow from whence you came

   —that leads you back to thee

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

 

 

Booze—Broads—The Bible,

  which poison will you claim

 

The one that numbs, the one that thrills

   —the one your soul to shame

 

‘Captain Tony’s, Key West: June, 1971’ 

My life,

  dumped onto paper

 

My love,

  deep in the beer

 

The years,

  a fateful mirror

 

With time now short

  —and dear

 

(Memories Of The Main Point: November, 1972)

         ‘Dinner With Jerry Jeff Walker’

Free verse…

  a forest without a path

    —a direction without an end

 

(St. Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

The logic of life…

  illogically pure

 

In search of itself,

  last problem to cure

 

Synapses relapse,

  science reclaims

 

The form with the formula,

  washed down the drain

 

Structural weakness,

  obsolescence defined

 

The clocks after midnight,

  forever to chime

 

With finality’s ink,

  used falsely to stamp

 

The rug underneath us,

  pulled out in a rant

 

Our nature found larcenous,

  truth we must steal

 

To claim for ourselves,

  what our lies deem as real

 

While eternity listens

  to this comedy play out

 

The light calling us inward

  —past reason and doubt

 

(Strafford Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Money, divorced from fame

Divorced from talent

Divorced from blame

 

Feelings, divorced from logic

Divorced from judgment

Divorced from pain

 

Words, divorced from reasons

Divorced from praise

Divorced from gain

 

Divorced from the moment

Divorced from the instant

Time—divorced again

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)  

 

 

 

 

An emotional garden…

  thoughts sprout and grow

 

Their roots deeply planted,

  all seedlings to sow

 

New seasons come early

  their harvesting late

 

Perennial feelings

  —new words to await

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Laboring in obscurity…

  my pen a vagabond

 

Hitchhiking through my consciousness,

  my thumbprint worn and gone

 

Wishing past the hoping,

  spitting into the wind

 

All roads end in the desert

  —darkness my best friend

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)