Sketching with words,

the ink starts to run

 

My page self-invaded

—its image undone

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

Are consciousness and memory linked,

if so to what degree

 

Do thoughts control what knowledge seeks,

does reflection hold the key

 

Remembering back through sense of self,

trying to define

 

If what is past now lays the track

—that underwrites our mind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

 

Is consciousness emergent,

or de facto zero sum

 

Is what we know about ourselves,

a walk or more a run

 

A lion knows to chase a deer,

but not the reason why

 

The truth inherent in abstraction,

lost upon the fly

 

As man continues onward,

his psyche then will grow

 

Until surpassing all he seeks

—and all existence shown

 

(Villanova University: January, 2020)

 

 

 

To pierce through the surface,

none sharper than words

 

A vowel like a razor,

to shave undeterred

 

Each letter a saber,

that strikes to the heart

 

All phrases an arrow,

your will to impart

 

Once spoken, each edge

is eternally honed

 

To cut through deception,

and carve into bone

 

The blood trail that follows,

all sages can track

 

Incisive, unsutured

—the truth turning black

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

 

 

I did not create the Poetry…

the Poetry created me

 

Each word I wrote from heaven sent

—on wings to set me free

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

 

Don’t give away the best part of yourself

to structure

 

Don’t organize yourself into

spiritual oblivion

 

Keep the magic of the instant

close at hand

 

And the gateway to eternity

 —will remain open and pure

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

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)