Scientific Discovery…

 but one grand paradox

 

The Spacetime Continuum

  —contradiction defined

 

(Greensboro North Carolina: April, 2019)

A literary sociopath…

  Hemingway wrote

 

Both gifted and tortured,

  his words they provoke

 

A verbal combatant,

  new victories untold

 

His last proving fatal

  —all memory on hold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

The words flock together

  and stretch on the frame

 

Their meaning runs over,

  still wet from the pain

 

The canvas is porous,

  the easel maligned

 

The curtains blow outward,

  faces calling in mime

 

The streets all a-chatter,

   it was Paris in spring

 

And striving to look busy,

  the most important of things

 

Looking back at my window,

  above the tannery so high

 

A shadow stares back

  —and I flee in disguise

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

The narcissism

 of small differences…

 

The egos crown

 of thorns

 

The sharper each

 individual barb

 

The more frequently

 it’s worn

 

A grand

 pontification

 

Whose wind

 blows just one way

 

Into the face of

 vanity’s ghost

 

In jealous

 —disarray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The soul is not

 by nature born

 

Or by the earth

  breastfed

 

It kneels before

 loves distant star

 

Whose light

 —its promise wed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

A mind can love

 an atheist

 

But a soul must wed

 to God

 

Each troth professed

 by self possessed

 

One vow

 —to rise above

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Does infinity

 come in sizes

 

Does forever

 stop and start

 

Does totality beckon

 then fall away

 

 —dissolving into parts

 

Is gravity

 a lost dimension

 

Is pure mathematics

 number free

 

Is a concept real

 if it’s never been thought

 

  —undiscovered reverie

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

 

Oh, to be good

 at something I hate

 

Oh, to be bad

 at something I love

 

To lose what I love

 to gain what I hate

 

Ill tempered indifference

 —lost grace from above

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

 

No matter how great the versing

 writing always lacks the note

 

That music plants inside our souls

 words by their nature rote

 

Its melody takes you skyward

 all reason left behind

 

Pure joy out front to then surround

 —what substitutes as mind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Can time be discarded

 by reading your work

 

Your wisdom a birthstone,

 eternity’s mark

 

With experience salient,

 thoughts never to age

 

A voice for all seasons

 —the words of a sage

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)