The shape of my spirit,

the weight of my soul

 

To measure the longing

of wishes unsold

 

Tomorrow the color

of yesterday’s stain

 

The taste of each memory

—this moment retains

 

(University Of Pennsylvania: February, 2021)

Silence…

often the loudest voice of all

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

Mesmerized by his own success,

swimming naked and alone in the dark

 

Drowning in what he forever professed,

he rose and fell with each critic’s remark

 

Hypnotized while diving for fame,

he sank while caught in the tide

 

His pleadings washed up, divested and bare,

exposed—with nowhere to hide

 

(Crater Lake: October: 2015)

What is the human  

perception of time

 

If measurement stops

and clocks will not chime

 

Seconds to minutes,

minutes to hours

 

Pendulum still

—Big Ben disempowered

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

 

 

Buried in the leaves of a Fall gone by,

memories wait for Spring

 

Entombed in hope as Winter reclaims,

till birds return to sing

 

Cold and dark, the seeds of change,

lay dormant ill disposed

 

Snow is falling, the wind blows hard,

escape routes all but closed

 

Hearing new footsteps walking above,

the weight compressed and strained

 

My sentence malingers, time frozen deep

—the cold to ease the pain

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

 

“Free speech for me,

but not for thee”

 

All bridges burned

—an ashened dream

 

(Dreamsleep: February, ‘Nat Hentoff’ 2021)

News to confirm,

and not to inform

 

A slap on the back,

new patrons reborn

 

To pander or slander,

a partisan line

 

No minds to be changed

—their chorus reminds

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)

Science is a tool to skew the world,

in form its weakness shows

 

To measure, rate, and catalog,

what in essence stays unknown

 

I’m not against its formulas,

but the philosophy it breeds

 

Its laws to serve and fertilize

—a deeper planted seed

 

(Tolentine Hall: February, 2021)

 

Reasoned emotion,

the right and the wrong

 

Obverted direction,

both weak and both strong

 

Impassioned, enlightened,

the mind and the soul

 

The moment on fire

—humanity whole

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2021)

Philosophy is not

an act of discovery,

but

an act of creation

the difference sublime

 

Poetic verse is not

conscripted but inspired,

whose

direction cries inward

—its essence Divine

 

(The New Room: February, 2021)