Fruitions seed is larger still,

get out your watering can

Fifty past one hundred years,

to shade what light began

Wisdom’s tree the hardest wood,

 millennium to rise

Truth ingrained, its bark unstained

—transcendence once denied

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

Embracing indecision,

abandonment confronts you

My branches sharp and pointed,

my roots all buried deep

I pity your reluctance,

as the forest casts you lonely

A single tree in meadows vast

—alone against the wind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

If you say a man’s name,

he’s forever alive

Come hell or highwater,

the reasons abide

Losing someone’s greatness,

losing part of our own

Entombed in remembrance

—shared forever alone

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Everyone else has gotten off,

how long am I to stay?

The train unstationed, tender gone,

its engine writhed in pain

Did I miss my stop on the journey down?

“an express” the porter screamed

All light afire, ticket burnt

—satanic nightmare dreamed

(Drexel University: February, 2020)

The air I breathe,

the blood that flows

The light that shines,

the voice that knows

The question asked,

the answer stoned

Tomorrow sold

—today on loan

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

The devil in the details

—hell the final sum

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)

Poetry has no gender,

it seeks a higher line

Never selling out so cheaply

—as the masses would define

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

“Cowardice often hides behind

   intelligence

“Until the strong winds of conviction

   —blow it away.”

(Quote From My New Novel: Sold Out, February, 2020)

If wishes were dreams

—eternity could sleep

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

The present in the future,

the future in the past

Each moment with a choice to make

—starting first or last

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)