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)
My window opens wider,
as my focus narrows down
The words are now much richer
than what I used to think profound
The light brings joy and substance,
filling corners deep and closed
Its breezes tinged with lilac
—all negatives exposed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Left on their own,
my words turn to prayer
Renewing my faith
—confirming You’re there
Spoken aloud,
they lodge in my soul
Warming my heart
—and keeping me whole
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
