Words come to a point

 like the tip of a spear

 

Embedding the truth

 —impaling your fear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The speed of a photon,

 the steps of a man

 

The truth pointing inward

 —where forever began

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Your words can rise,

 or your words can fall

 

But a politically correct Poet

 —is no Poet at all

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Answer with passion,

 or don’t answer at all

 

Cauterizing my questions

 —as ashes they fall

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Atheists work on the breaker box,

 as Creationists source the power

 

Rewiring a changing system that’s flawed

 —their lights flicker in an ivory tower

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

We’re lucky to have survived each other,

 in the aftermath of love

 

Those promises made as leaves they fell,

 from a height so far above

 

The seasons changed, a pledge reclaimed,

 buries deep within the ground

 

Waiting for Spring, its first robin to sing

  —a new song of hopeful sound

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The beginning and ending of all that is known,

 inside of one last wish

 

To carry the meaning of destiny’s Poem,

 all feelings to enlist

 

Into the darkness, bound by the light,

 truth filling up the sky

 

The hopes and desires of the children of dreams

  —to awaken the sleeping Messiah

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Deifying themselves,

 the scientists disprove

 with their tools

 the existence of God

 

To sit on a throne

 artificially made

 the Creator to them

 falsely shod

 

They loudly decry

 as their courtiers boast

 about how powerful

 their laws have become

 

While built into their structure

 a flaw starts to crack

 their self-glory

 —a darkening sun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

Superpositioned,

  truth here and truth there

 

Unmeasured duality,

 a mirror contraire

 

Whose message lies distant,

 whose message lies near

 

A Siamese phantom,

 both fronts facing rear

 

The sublime contradiction,

  one plus one equals one

 

Their natures poetic

 —each truth zero sum

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The gravity of words,

 their truth pulls together

 

A force field of enlightenment

 —beyond the continuum of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)