Darkening Sun (+11)

Deifying themselves,

 the scientists disprove

 with their tools

 the existence of God

 

To sit on a throne

 artificially made

 the Creator to them

 falsely shod

 

They loudly decry

 as their courtiers boast

 about how powerful

 their laws have become

 

While built into their structure

 a flaw starts to crack

 their self-glory

 —a darkening sun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

The Sleeping Messiah

 

The beginning and ending of all that is known,

 inside of one last wish

 

To carry the meaning of destiny’s Poem,

 all feelings to enlist

 

Into the darkness, bound by the light,

 truth filling up the sky

 

The hopes and desires of the children of dreams

  —to awaken the sleeping Messiah

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

 

Hopeful Sound

 

We’re lucky to have survived each other,

 in the aftermath of love

 

Those promises made as leaves they fell,

 from a height so far above

 

The seasons changed, a pledge reclaimed,

 buries deep within the ground

 

Waiting for Spring, its first robin to sing

  —a new song of hopeful sound

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

The Ivory Tower

 

Atheists work on the breaker box,

 as Creationists source the power

 

Rewiring a changing system that’s flawed

 —their lights flicker in an ivory tower

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

Self Delusion

 

Your words can rise,

 or your words can fall

 

But a politically correct Poet

 —is no Poet at all

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

The Origin

 

The speed of a photon,

 the steps of a man

 

The truth pointing inward

 —where forever began

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

Fatality Of Truth

 

Words come to a point

 like the tip of a spear

 

Embedding the truth

 —impaling your fear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

99.9

 

 

Extinction probability,

 ninety nine point nine

 

History’s infinitive,

 the graveyard of time

 

Cosmology winning out

 in the end

 

The hourglass draining

 —last thought to befriend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

Time Unspun

 

Looking in not out,

 the picture cleared

 

Problems solved,

 both far and near

 

Motion closed,

 entropic sum

 

Space inflated

 —time unspun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

Quantum Zeno

 

Awareness can be frozen,

 “A watched pot never boils”

 

When perception’s forced upon itself,

 all change in stillness toils

 

“To thine own self” the Bard entreated,

 that one truth we’re meant to find

 

As consciousness—the mind of God

   calls us from inside

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

 

Forever To Share

 

Are there degrees of spiritual freedom,

 or is its breadth just either or

 

Is the light metered out or self contained,

 and endless in its store

 

Is the origin of beauty and its pathway divined,

 beatific in its scope

 

Or can it be portioned, forever to share

 —granting wishes with its hope

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

 

Because I Must

 

Writing Prose,

 because I can

 

And Poetry

 —because I must

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)