Epiphany’s truth
needs no defenders
Its window stays open
the light shining through
The nature of being
its servant not master
With exigent power
—beyond legend or proof
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Epiphany’s truth
needs no defenders
Its window stays open
the light shining through
The nature of being
its servant not master
With exigent power
—beyond legend or proof
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
All of your efforts…
an homage to false reasoning
Excuses misleading,
art’s truth to disown
Heaven’s Atelier
beyond comprehension
Its masterpiece living
—beyond canvas or stone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Science hears what,
Philosophy why
The deafest of twins
—singing in the same choir
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Science…
a handmaiden of knowledge
The upstairs maid
in a mansion of discovery
Chauffeuring itself
along roads it has built
A quantitative valet
—in the closet of the unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Married to his writing,
divorced from carnal love
The bodies flesh a token,
his words to rise above
All younger men still captive,
as lust demands anew
His passion burning molten hot
—to bed the coldest Muse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
A gift inside the box…
one question left unanswered
Whose key to then unlock
lay distant—still unfound
(Baltimore Maryland: April, 2019)
My dog was hurt; he couldn’t hunt,
and left me in the field
To wander into aimlessness,
my prey as yet to yield
His nose was gone; the point was lost,
the tracks turned right then wrong
My gun recocked but sighted blind
—all certainty had gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Sleeping through forgiveness…
I’m re-invoiced by the pain
The nightmare real, escape undone,
the reasons all to blame
Trapped within my memory,
each image haunts and preys
Excuses gone as judgment reigns
—one final bill to pay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
“Playing tennis without a net,”
perhaps Robert Frost was right
Free Verse serves with no return,
day volleys into night
One long shot into the darkness,
an open end divide
Its message fades, an echo dim
—with silence to collide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Power…
the father of choice
Emotion…
the mother of love
Freedom…
lost child of betrothal
Returning
—on wings from above
(Richmond Virginia: April, 2019)