Writing outside the audience,

applause means something more

Writing the words inherent,

oblivious to the score

Writing outside the audience,

and critical acclaim

Writing for time eternal

—Mariah calls your name

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Now, more than ever,

my thoughts regale,

the years as yeast,

new spirits rise

Now, more than ever,

my woods on fire,

old feelings simmer,

my breath to stoke

Now, more than ever,

I walk alone,

my words returning,

time destroyed

Now, more than ever,

I live within,

as verses buried

reach out to call

Now, more than ever,

I look straight back,

and seize the magic

my eyes had missed

Now, more than ever,

I call your name,

the promise wakens

—your memory sings

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

When I was young,

my edges raw,

my feelings open,

my thoughts my own

Now that I’m old,

those edges scarred,

those feelings transient

—those thoughts my own

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

‘Watching The Documentary, ‘Sir George Martin’

Forgetting to remember,

destiny sold

is eternity shamed

Forgetting to remember,

letters well placed

still call out your name

Forgetting to remember,

providence anointed

is innocence lost

Forgetting to remember,

what’s bought with your freedom

—blood the true cost

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Sentenced to the future,

for those sins unpunished now

Caught inside a fatal moment

—breaking sacred vows

(St David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

The idea of God,

eternal, complete

The knowledge of God

—elusive at best

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Suicide,

the death of the self

Consciousness martyred

—bathwater damned

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Richer than a platinum mountain,

more wealthy than a Sheik

The words I’m gifted lie bejeweled,

a fortune by their weight

No King or Titan, Earl endowed,

could match my treasured chest

Each word an ingot, phrase a bar

—my verse the Lord’s bequest

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

You speak to my spirit with logic,

I answer your mind from my soul

With words in two disparate languages,

our discourse to never be whole

Your left hemisphere sealed in a vacuum,

when my right hemisphere comes to call

Though Donne said, “No Man Is An Island”

—you’re marooned there adrift toward the falls

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Buying into the future,

without mortgaging the past

Each day a new indemnity

—a present made to last

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)