Self-preservation…
our most basic law
Suicide proving
—that free will exists
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Shouting Farewell
Tripping over my shadow,
guilt darkened the night
The devil bespoken,
fear burning bright
Stepping into the darkness,
one chance to look back
Light shouting farewell
—as panic attacked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Perchance To...
We make the beds we lie in
—to sleep or not
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Too Much - Too Little
Understanding too much,
feeling too little
Our being unbalanced
—and spirit restrained
(Wayne Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Letting Go
With every new belief,
you have to let something go
Each thought self-entitled
—to reap what it sows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Free To Roam
The mind and body dualist,
his prison for a throne
Confusion reigns where consciousness walks,
where can it find a home
The soul the prize that matters,
the spirit up for grabs
Proximity defining its own lie,
positioning unclad
But somewhere in the distance,
and somewhere heretofore
A laughter lives beyond itself,
escaping its own core
The zero-sum dilemma,
what Sages claim to own
Lay far beyond what’s deep within
—where truth is free to roam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
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I figured it out! I had no idea you were a professional. That actually makes a lot of sense. I knew for a fact that this type of writing required insight gained from massive bouts with many different things. Man, your writing is wicked in all the right ways. Every little line packed full of meaning, connecting with all the lines before and after.
Thanks Nicholas, that's very kind of you. My training was in
Philosophy and Theology, so it permeates much of my writing.
Happy New Year.
Kurt
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