The ethics of duplicity,
the killing on trial
One law for the criminal,
one law for the child
The electric chair savage,
womb murder refined
Academia, the father and mother
of crime
To lie when convenient,
truth’s babies to cry
An Einstein, a Lister, a Shakespeare,
denied
Through dark inhumanity,
their spirits to roam
Living deep in our consciousness
—our souls theirs to own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Words Set Free
What value, if any, does Poetry have
—if not to speak the truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Truth Bleeding Free
Complex messages
need a simple structure
Otherwise,
a reader is lost
The shorter the word,
the greater the meaning
Its judgment by value,
never by cost
‘The straighter the blade,
the sharper the edge
‘The sharper the edge,
the deeper the cut
‘The deeper the cut,
the more fatal the wound
‘Victory certain
—the truth bleeding free’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Square By Square
If life is a giant crossword puzzle,
how many blank spaces do you have
How many words have come together,
how many crossroads in your path
Each grid connects with meaning,
what row by row unfolds
The story then, the story now
—that square by square is told
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The Maternal Muse
Her voice provided cover,
my soul to turn away
Her message greatly treasured,
her protection my dismay
Her intention of the purest,
but she raised me more than sound
Into the dark I send her words,
exposed—my spirit found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Sea Of Truth
No lines are crossed
in getting to the sea
Only excuses
—buried in the sand
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The 4th Dimension
Can consciousness be compressed
like a distant Black Hole
Into a photon and travel away
Coursing into the darkness
at the speed of light
Reality curving and swaying
With entropy chasing
and time not around
Each Dwarf Star awaiting its fall
The one last dimension, thought lost
and now found
A new portal—unlocked to enthrall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Still Virgin
Can you write a
celibate Poem
Devoid of flesh
and fevered sounds
Can your verse restrain
from lusting out
Its words still virgin
—yet passion bound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
His Grace
The gravity of freedom…
all truth pulled back and forth
With God inside the Blackest Hole,
unseen, he sets your course
The speed your feelings travel,
regulated by the light
Your prayers like photons, crying out
—His Grace to guide your flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Original Sin
A battalion of feeling,
a dead soldiers thoughts
A war of contrition,
last battle not fought
Distant artillery,
final shot from within
Its smoke covering over
—the most original sin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)