Keeping it to yourself,
while giving it away
Only poetry is split,
and structured this way
Keeping it to yourself,
then passing the torch
A deft oxymoron,
as light is re-sourced
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Divinification
The Universe,
imagination
God…
existence Thine
Each Soul,
His essence passing through
Individuality
—Divine
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Yes, I Mean You
Scientific theory,
modernity’s ego trip
Its pay grade maxed, its mirror cracked
—empirical ellipse
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
New Hope
Tears well shed rewash our dreams
—of nightmares filled with lies
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Dreams Wade In
You filled my eyes to overflowing,
and quenched my thirsting heart
You poured your vision into my soul,
beatific to impart
All banks you flooded as dreams wade in,
and currents gently surge
My spirit safe within your flow,
re-baptized to emerge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Higher Ground
I refuse to talk with bigots,
does that apply to you
And freely open up my mind,
to greet the world anew
Discriminatory and hateful barbs,
divide and tear apart
What poetry tries its best to mend,
inside an honest heart
Those few most vile hide behind
their fear inspired views
That bring about the worst in us,
to slander and accuse
As days grow short, my time is spent,
beneath a sun that shines
Speaking to the highest traits
—humanity divines
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)