In the act of creation,
we feel most alive
Releasing the lifeforce
—our purpose defined
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
In the act of creation,
we feel most alive
Releasing the lifeforce
—our purpose defined
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Better to spend an eternity
in Hell
Than a brief fleeting moment
—in Heaven
(Dreamsleep: 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 de jure
As minds are left gasping
at something so pure
At this very point
rejection sets in
Our spirit’s attacked,
the reasoning thin
Millennium’s secrets
will come and will go
But what can’t be explained
—the best thing to know
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
None of us get to stay forever,
no matter how we try
The fuse burns short with memory’s fire
—into the bye and bye
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
The history of Western Literature
is one recurring sympathy pain
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Not knowing the outcome,
I’d hide in the field
And wait for nature
to turn out the yield
Perception unharvested,
the thick to the thin
The fantasies rotting
—all truth caving in
(Stoltzfus Farm: December, 2020)
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)