Knowledge is not a paradigm,

but a bridge to something else

 

Its path to stay unmeasured,

when crossing into self

 

Devoid of polar opposites,

where beauty exits truth

 

To steal away, a soul relayed

—its burden stripped of proof

 

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

How do we profess

what we can’t understand

 

The very nature of this

takes on certain demands

 

If it’s truly beyond

our ability to know

 

Something deeper is calling,

where thought cannot go

 

These walls that surround us,

this cave that we’re in

 

False images dance,

Plato’s fire burns thin

 

To truly cross over,

breaking free of its chains

 

We must turn our eyes inward

—to release and proclaim

 

(The Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)

Some would say,

the danger portends   

 

Some would say,

it all is pretend

 

Some would say,

the past wears a shroud

 

Some would say,

the quiet is loud

 

Some would say,

all love is for fools

 

Some would say,

to break every rule

 

Some would say,

today is unsure

 

Some would say,

tomorrow the cure

 

Some would say,

the hammer is cocked

 

Some would say,

the target is locked

 

Some would say,

the reasons persist

 

Some would say,

all logic resists

 

Some would say,

the lies are astute

 

Some would say,

more voices to mute

 

Some would say,

the weight is too much

 

Some would say,

to look but don’t touch

 

Some would say,

their talk cheap and vile

 

Some would say

—death kills with a smile

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Raising thoughts and emotion,

the mainsail was set

 

Heading into the wind

of tomorrow unmet

 

All stays are in place,

with tiller held fast

 

Reaching for glory

—the doldrums have passed

 

(Hereford Inlet: November, 2020)

Politics governs our

temporal lives

 

Religion conscripting

eternity’s prize

 

Together they’ve killed

more than famine and war

 

A plague that still haunts us

—to shun and deplore

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

The bridge to belief

spans a river of doubt

 

Whose rapids are raging,

whose questions cry out

 

Each step that I’ve taken,

each tread that I cross

 

Brings me much closer

—to what I once lost

 

(Montrose: November, 2020)

Hey Academic,

throw me some facts

Explain to me clearly

each thought you attack

 

Dear Intellectual,

restate and rephrase

Your version of truth,

empty words in the fray

 

Hello Professor,

is the poison pill done

Refilled with your venom

to spread to the young

 

And lastly the Critic

who stands by the wall,

Humpty Dumpty awaiting

your push to then fall

 

While open minds sit

in the cold and the rain,

Your cowardly torrents

bring nothing but pain

 

To all those so cloistered,

divorced from what’s real

Perdition your tenure

—inflamed to repeal

 

(Beaupre: November, 2020)

 

The pages of my life

turn

like falling leaves

as autumn yields to winter

gathering in piles

of remembrance

blowing and scattering

to the four winds

—never to return

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

Religion and science…

never to wed

 

Like oil and water,

alone in their beds

 

While science defends,

ancient dogma portends

 

Two voices discordant,

to break if they bend

 

For centuries long

they have fought tooth and nail

 

Refusing to budge

out of fear that entails

 

A false understanding,

bells call from within

 

Where marriage awaits

—espoused unto Him

 

(The Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)

 

Lines of immortality,

words on the page

 

Inscribing a vision,

all thoughts to remain

 

Death with her envy,

 corporeal greed

 

Robbed of my legacy

—alive with each read

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)