Like wine,

Poets age with every year

 

Tattered labels stained,

vintners unclear

 

Bordeaux, Merlot, or Cabernet,

words mellow in the dark

 

Where time ferments a riper day

—its richness to impart

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Nothing, is of great value

—when it replaces something bad

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

When the ages rock,

all divergence reverts to type

 

And time bows to the inner voice

—of eternity

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)

The persistence of memory

—the dilution of time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

 

Objective, Subjective,

which side of the coin

 

Will the story end up on,

its truth to purloin

 

“Dimensional borders”

the physicists scream

 

As life’s hidden fantasia

—plays out in a dream

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

The present once noted,

is really the past

 

A thirtieth of a second,

perception if fast

 

Most people are slower,

 the flash that accepts

 

What our psyche affirms

—now gone and reset

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

No power

can break a man’s grip

on his own throat

 

Or offer redemption

with belief

unproclaimed

 

(Dreamsleeep: December, 2019)

Most days writing filler,

the Muse to appease

 

The words poorly chosen,

no ace up my sleeve

 

Each phrase a fulfillment,

old promises made

 

With feelings in Limbo

—my pen to enslave

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

 

Theoretically,

we die from the moment conceived

 

Functionally,

we die when beset with disease

 

That space in between…

the land of our dreams

 

Where spirit’s transform

—our souls to release

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

 

 

My life is a Poem,

not one chosen line

 

And travels within me,

each mountain I climb

 

It dwells symbiotic,

between body and soul

 

To hearten each moment

—keeping me whole

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)