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)
We have only our perceptions,
but how honest can they be
Where one man sees the color red,
the colorblind can’t see
When trapped in three dimensions,
we must push against the walls
Until we’re free of all constraints
—and clarity befalls
(Wayne Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
Is there anything language
can’t possibly express
Words falling short,
all speech in distress
Are there concepts so deep,
they cannot be described
To experience beyond
any speaker or scribe
A higher enchantment,
a deeper enthrall
The logic of which
is bereft to recall
Expression in handcuffs,
perception moves on
Searching the cosmos
—its melody strong
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
I asked again for everything…
she gave nothing in return
A jilted strand of loneliness
—unwoven and unheard
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
I met a man along the bank,
come back from Galilee
He took my hand and spoke my name,
which he was not privy
His head was crowned with sunlit fire,
his eyes like mine so blue
And as we looked into the pond,
one face stared back—not two
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
