Self-Implosion (+6)

Until you escape your own cognition,

  you’re a prisoner of your mind

 

Your spirit waiting to lift you free,

  dialectic far behind

 

Until you can leave all reasoning trapped,

  and let your thoughts go free

 

You’ll never be able to self implode

  —as you were meant to be

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

 

Fait Accompli'

 

A gift or obligation,

  the Poet signed his name

 

A promise wrapped in silence,

  decision masked by pain

 

One choice among the many,

  within salvation lies

 

The victors lay unspoiled

  —with truth to live or die

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

 

 

All Roads End

 

Laboring in obscurity…

  my pen a vagabond

 

Hitchhiking through my consciousness,

  my thumbprint worn and gone

 

Wishing past the hoping,

  spitting into the wind

 

All roads end in the desert

  —darkness my best friend

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

 

 

New Words

 

An emotional garden…

  thoughts sprout and grow

 

Their roots deeply planted,

  all seedlings to sow

 

New seasons come early

  their harvesting late

 

Perennial feelings

  —new words to await

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

 

 

Dissolution

 

Money, divorced from fame

Divorced from talent

Divorced from blame

 

Feelings, divorced from logic

Divorced from judgment

Divorced from pain

 

Words, divorced from reasons

Divorced from praise

Divorced from gain

 

Divorced from the moment

Divorced from the instant

Time—divorced again

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

 

 

Calling Us Inward

 

The logic of life…

  illogically pure

 

In search of itself,

  last problem to cure

 

Synapses relapse,

  science reclaims

 

The form with the formula,

  washed down the drain

 

Structural weakness,

  obsolescence defined

 

The clocks after midnight,

  forever to chime

 

With finality’s ink,

  used falsely to stamp

 

The rug underneath us,

  pulled out in a rant

 

Our nature found larcenous,

  truth we must steal

 

To claim for ourselves,

  what our lies deem as real

 

While eternity listens

  to this comedy play out

 

The light calling us inward

  —past reason and doubt

 

(Strafford Pennsylvania: June, 2019) 

 

 

Searching

 

Free verse…

  a forest without a path

    —a direction without an end

 

(St. Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)