The nature of being,

 its whole and its parts

 

The nature of being,

 its fits and its starts

 

The nature of being,

 the old and the new

 

The nature of being

 —to me and to you

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The word ‘ABOUT’

 is like a ladder

 

From what is

 to what may be

 

Each rung a step

 in our perception

 

Climbing higher

 —to be free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

Often it’s just sound,

 searching for meaning

 

Until there’s a voice,

 and words start releasing

 

Then it’s the story,

 as language takes form

 

Together now one

  —as ever before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

We all believe in something,

 some choose to call it God

 

Belief the common mantra,

 we’re living in awe of

 

Be it physics, space, or prophecy,

  a credence young or old

 

Many candles through the darkness burn

 —with one light to behold

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

To whomever owns

 the emptiness

 

I’ll take forty acres

 if you please

 

With space and time

 locked tightly out

 

Where nothing

 —rules supreme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Sharing space with myself

 replaying ‘what if’

 

Symbiosis conjoins

 the jazz in the riff

 

The progression regressive

 separation be damned

 

My shadow imploding

 —in a joyous ‘I Am’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Instinct flashes

 past the speed of light

 

Intuition imploding

 Zephyrus’ delight

 

Detached from its fuel source

 tale on fire

 

The comets direction

 —reversed and inspired

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Repetition inversing,

  black hole in my head

 

In perpetual silence,

 words collapsing unread

 

Reality bending,

 rescinding the end

 

The beginning left virgin

 —repeating again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Explaining a Poem…

 poisoning the fruit

 

The meaning exploited

 —dead at the root

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

Can there be a top

 without a bottom

 

A beginning

 without an end

 

A middle

 without two flanking sides

 

Reality

 without pretend

 

Can you stop

 what’s never started

 

Can you die

 before you live

 

Can you see the truth

 without the lie

 

Can you change

 —what’s never been

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)