Is consciousness God…
his church the sublime
As we look incorrectly,
ever hoping to find
His very existence,
the womb that enwraps
Surrounding our being
—all sentience trapped
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
One Last Line
The older I get,
the more dear words become
The shorter the days,
the deeper streams run
With time closing in,
I seek poems and rhymes
Into the twilight
—for that last magic line
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Last Poison Dart
Do you seek protection
from being alive
A turtle in its shell,
a bee in its hive
Do you lust for new armor,
to cover your heart
To shield truth inflicted
—that last poison dart
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Chasing My Voice
Tearing through the sky
of my intention
Flying toward the birth
of my choice
Begging the gods for one chance
to proclaim
Chasing the tail end
of my voice
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Millennial\'s Curse
Earbuds in and phone in hand,
millennial’s converse
Language distant, eyes unshared,
their lives on hold—obverse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Exposed
Does verse reveal
the litter
That left strewn,
clogs up your mind
Does poetry
uncover
What the prose tries best
—to hide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)