What if our reasoned language
can’t provide any answers
—what if time isn’t real
What if the thoughts that we have
are embedded distractions
—what if reflection conceals
What if the feelings engendered
are like puppeteers strings
—what if truth doesn’t dance
What if the past and tomorrow
are death to the moment
—what if it’s all just a trance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
The Doctor and aspiring Judge
their facts now up for grabs
Agendas twisted, the world at stake
neoclassic power grab
Memories scarce and memories bent
all truth behind the lines
With punches far below the belt
—and justice ill defined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Worry and strife
never really leave
They just change
direction and form
When one plant’s watered
another wilts
Your heart no longer safe
once torn
Trouble that’s papered
over with wealth
Set fire
by money and fame
Is a sadness you try
so hard to lose
Hiding re-armored
—and waits to reclaim
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
If we could only step out
from behind our smallness
—and see the bigger truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Desperate choices
and dead end roads
One sign pointing left
the other right
Each choice a trap
where vision smolders
Each choice a trap
its decision charred
Two roads on fire
the truth igniting
Two roads on fire
—where freedom burns
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
The brain writes the script
as the soul provides the ink
Words forever faithful
—thoughts and feelings now engaged
Logic builds the platform
for passions rolling thunder
The format set, a voice shouts free
—the truth alone on stage
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
My job is to make the unlikely happen
my passion driven to embrace the bliss
My vocation seeks to find the answers
my avocation wanders—soul remiss
My intellect bargains away the hours
my spirit embraces each moment now
My story when told is about the journey
that road I traveled—beyond time allowed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Driven by passion
fueled by delight
Each morning a welcome
giving birth to the night
Both offer one message
twin portals divine
Two options before me
—the choosing sublime
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak
bear tracks visible in the Spring thawing snow
Sunlight, spreading its dance upon the land
the Ponderosa Pine and Aspen in bloom
The glaciers look down smiling the higher you climb
searching for that redemption never offered below
The wolf trails the hare back inside its snowy den
the road to all new entry having now been cleared
Permission never asked for, granted, as the music starts
it’s early May in the Rockies—the January of renewal
In a celebration of new life, flowers wrap the landscape like ribbon
tying close the promises like good wishes on a Christmas morning
It’s springtime even on the highest peak, and old questions lost of meaning now seem gone away…
Reborn in the arrival of yet another desperate beginning,
—holding nothing back
(Columbia Falls, Montana: September, 2003)
Disappear into your smart phone
the world outside is doomed
Your few remaining human traits
have long since left the room
Disappear into your smart phone
all life beyond is lost
Your feelings truly virtual
you’ve paid a mighty cost
Disappear into your smart phone
while others stand beside
And just like you they tap their screens
faint proof that they’re alive
Disappear into your smart phone
as time is winding down
All spirit tapped, emotion strapped
your history lost, unfound
Disappear into your smart phone
that bed you’ve left unmade
Your spirit cries as memory dies
whose LaLa land you crave
Disappear into your smart phone
its power now supreme
Your knowledge mapped and future trapped
—your destiny undreamed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
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