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)
A strange thing happens
once you’re as old as your heroes
The mystery less enchanting,
the romance nearly gone
A stranger thing happens
when you outlive your heroes
The nuances shouting boldly
—permission now won
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The only sin uncommitted
—is the one unknown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
His funeral
unattended
His pallbearers
the written word
His gravesite
an ashen memory
His legacy
—in futures heard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The warts are ugly,
the wrinkles deep
The flesh now sagging,
deprived of sleep
The eyesight failing,
with hearing gone
But words still call
—from tomorrow’s song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
‘From The Book Of Prayers’
Not like her,
And
Not like him,
And
Not like you
—I write!
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
“So it shall be written,
so it shall be said”
A voice within the darkness,
whispers above my bed
“So it shall be written,
so it shall be done
“Your faith each new horizon
—your love the morning sun”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
