Boring…

that thing most fatal to become

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

Without shared values,

what can we do

 

Without shared values,

who can we be

 

The proof’s in the pudding,

the cream has gone sour

 

Our greatness now curdled

—our future most dour

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

The left hemisphere believes in God,

the right hemisphere does not

 

That physical split within the brain,

what we are and what we’re not

 

Temptation and judgment at war with themselves,

all battles inner fought

 

Confusion to reign, contradiction in charge

—a zero sum rehaut

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

The arrow of time,

fired over and over

 

Piercing our consciousness,

impaling our fear

 

Our bow staying drawn,

till the quiver is empty

 

Last feather to soar

—on eternity strung

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Living between the spaces,

of what never came to pass

 

The light rays self-divided,

the present from the past

Living within the moment,

no time to lose or gain

 

The choices made inversely

—in yes plus no refrain

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

When I think back on all the times that were

—and weren’t

 

My mind rewrites the answers to the questions

—never asked

 

To set the time that’s left on fire

—in joyful hope

 

To rhyme the final ending line

—with one last wish

 

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)

All discovery…

but one grand paradox

 

All reflection

—caught deeply there within

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

Stranded on the island

of your professed beliefs

 

Anchored in the promise

of a new tomorrow

 

Each wave a stark reminder

of the choices that you made

 

Your faith inside a bottle

—the tide unclear

 

(Haverford College: January, 2020)

Stranded on the island

of your professed beliefs

 

Anchored in the promise

of a new tomorrow

 

Each wave a stark reminder

of the choices that you made

 

Your faith inside a bottle

—the tide unclear

 

(Haverford College: January, 2020)

If Panpsychism were true

—what could ever be false

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)