It’s hard to say goodbye

when you know the time is dwindling

 

In the moments you have left,

what was given, taken back

 

It’s hard to say goodbye

when the words are lost and foreign

 

Those looks you get with time beset

—in everlasting sorrow

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

What genius can thus inspire,

the mind will never know

 

It takes more than a thought conceived,

to go where visions go

 

Angkor Wat or Taj Mahal,

we only stand in awe

 

And wish to go from whence they came

—the artists Shangri La

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

 

What is the square root of time,

what is a moment devolved from itself

 

What is the relative quotient of dreams,

tomorrow unspoken—lost inbetween

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Married to the moment,

divorced from everything else

my vows repeated over and over

—this present forever to begin

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

The music trying to catch up with itself

as I sit here in the dark

—a figment of a lost dimension

—a remnant of some other duality

This place becoming a steppingstone

to what is now already gone

and the melody so close, so distant, and so far,

passing through itself to what might have been

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

The spirit can never be suppressed

its silent essence roars

 

No government or despot’s reign

can change its ethos pure

 

Bottled up the pressure builds,

like Cuba underscored

 

The rhythm faint but always there

—erupting force majeure

 

(Deamsleep: December, 2020)

 

Talent versus genius,

innate the spirit cries

 

Surpassed by something undefined

—old limits left behind

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Fading in the distance,

 years trapped inside the past

 

The future just beyond our reach,

its vacuum deep and vast

 

Each moment to remind us,

when looking North and South

 

The horse’s mouth will speak the truth

—when present here and now

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Tranquil and quiet…

 a walk in the park

Until life’s Trojan Horse

rolls in from the dark

 

Cancer invading,

you must parry back

Each moment recaptured

—a present still wrapped

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

To believe or deny,

enlightenment dares

Our lack of acceptance,

a three-legged chair

 

We feel it and breathe it,

and live it for sure

As minds are left gasping

at something so pure

 

At this very point

rejection sets in

Our spirit’s attacked,

the reasoning thin

 

Century upon century

will come and will go

But what can’t be explained

—the best thing to know

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: December, 2020)