Painting with words,

Sculpting with phrases,

Singing the moments away

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The physics of divinity,

 atheists chide

 

Pews filled with charlatans,

 believers on trial

 

Trapped in their reasoning,

 with all logic stretched thin

 

Building walls to keep light out

 —and the darkness within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

Stretching and pulling,

 the Universe goes on

 

Cosmology’s wonderment,

 each day a new dawn

 

The Spacetime Continuum,

 today’s Top 40 hit

 

Tomorrow inherent,

 unless we’ve been misled

 

The deeper the probing,

 the ‘Bigger the Bang’

 

What Einstein, Godel,

 and Penrose began

 

The good news for knowledge

 as we err and refute

 

Like a tide ever changing

 —to immerse in its truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

 

I need to bring more Poetry

  into my Prose…

 

To spill the blood richer

  flowing out of my veins

 

To reseason the words

  going into the fire

 

To spread the wings open

  —on a future untold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

The channel seemed open,

  but the tuner was stuck

 

Its dial had frozen,

  mixed static and such

 

The instructions were missing,

  and the knobs wouldn’t turn

 

Its transmission now distant

   —all frequency burned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

Vision is to

  art

 

As grace is to

  the soul

 

Not one

  without the other

 

Blanket

  against the cold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

I loved her,

  for as long as I liked her

 

But when I stopped liking her

  —the loving stopped

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Married to introspection,

  we left for Paris

 

And with fools and dilettantes,

  got carried away

 

Living on melancholy,

  our quarter was poor

 

The Seine’s romance but fiction

   —our fantasies played

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Sleeping with Laura

  and not making love

 

Lost in her aura

  and thoughts from above

 

Sleeping with Laura

  virginity chaste

 

A feeling impregnates

  —the blame heaven laced

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

High caliber verse,

  the cartridge hand loaded

 

A new target centered,

  all focus then squared

 

Its barrel’s been filled

  with red molten fury

 

Whose trigger awaits

  —a desperate will

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)