Letting his past
determine his future
Old voices in charge
—all memory in pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Letting his past
determine his future
Old voices in charge
—all memory in pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
A sword slices through empty space,
the air bleeding as sutures trace
To pierce not once but pierce again,
your breath scarlet, its stain portends
A breeze sharpens—all time erupts,
seasons hemorrhage and flow corrupt
The wind incited—torn by pain,
truth the loser, impaled again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
A poem,
a riddle
An answer
to find
A Sage,
a gamester
All truth
undefined
What’s hidden,
most treasured
Its fortune
to mine
Tomorrow
awaiting
Sequestered
—in rhyme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Watching ‘Final Portrait’ A. Giacometti
“Truth before beauty,”
the Sage said with a scowl
“Aesthetics a vacuum,
devoid of its howl
“The beauty of truth
is that truth stands alone
“Eternity’s mirror
—veracity’s throne”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Intention is to fact,
as water is to ice
Its truth in transformation
—the naughty and the nice
(Dreamsleep: September, 2019)
Regurgitant youth,
digestive age
All life a buffet,
serving up on the page
Chew before swallowing,
savor each piece
That first you ingested
—forever to feast
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Is honor sum total,
or dolled out by degree
Can it live through confusion,
and your failings to be
Are those moments of weakness,
made up when you strive
To become more than just living,
eternal—alive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Gripping the meteor,
both hands for dear life
Expelling, compelling,
less heat and more light
Afraid to let go,
knowing what it will mean
My pen to go dry
—my heart not to bleed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Does your writing leave room
for intrusion
With spaces for listeners
to crawl in
Are your words like a sponge
that the reader can drain
Your verses to flow through
them again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Is remembrance now a hidden tenant,
that lives throughout your home
Does it lurk in every corner,
to come out when you’re alone
Is the voice heard down a distant hall,
a lost child once left about
Does that face now staring through the dark,
draw you in—or turn you out
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)