Awareness can be frozen,
“A watched pot never boils”
When perception’s forced upon itself,
all change in stillness toils
“To thine own self” the Bard entreated,
that one truth we’re meant to find
As consciousness—the mind of God
calls us from inside
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Looking in not out,
the picture cleared
Problems solved,
both far and near
Motion closed,
entropic sum
Space inflated
—time unspun
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Extinction probability,
ninety nine point nine
History’s infinitive,
the graveyard of time
Cosmology winning out
in the end
The hourglass draining
—last thought to befriend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Words come to a point
like the tip of a spear
Embedding the truth
—impaling your fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The speed of a photon,
the steps of a man
The truth pointing inward
—where forever began
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Your words can rise,
or your words can fall
But a politically correct Poet
—is no Poet at all
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Answer with passion,
or don’t answer at all
Cauterizing my questions
—as ashes they fall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Atheists work on the breaker box,
as Creationists source the power
Rewiring a changing system that’s flawed
—their lights flicker in an ivory tower
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
We’re lucky to have survived each other,
in the aftermath of love
Those promises made as leaves they fell,
from a height so far above
The seasons changed, a pledge reclaimed,
buries deep within the ground
Waiting for Spring, its first robin to sing
—a new song of hopeful sound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The beginning and ending of all that is known,
inside of one last wish
To carry the meaning of destiny’s Poem,
all feelings to enlist
Into the darkness, bound by the light,
truth filling up the sky
The hopes and desires of the children of dreams
—to awaken the sleeping Messiah
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
