It’s all been different
It’s all been the same
It’s all been anonymous
It’s all had a name
It all had a beginning
It all has an end
Its truth lost in winning
Its game of pretend
And we search for the answer
And we question profane
And we blame it on providence
And we smother the flame
As we look toward the horizon
As we look past the shore
As the waves crash with meaning
—now as then, and before
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Don’t get ahead of the feeling,
never forget a memory unlearned
Don’t think and kill the passion enflamed,
forgoing the moment—all time left to burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Opinion,
shapes the
aftermath
of what once was free
A commentary of
detainment,
adrift
—on a windless sea
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Deeply hidden within thoughts
that linger
A centuries old message to know
and then feel
Remembrance crying out from the
darkness now passing
In a voice so familiar—our fortune
to steal
It calls to us silent, as it waits
for an answer
It calls to us closer, as all
distance revokes
It calls from within us in a voice
our breath fosters
It calls from beyond all past anguish
and hope
The air now grows heavy with
a mist that induces
Words mate in the fog as the
letters reverse
The ending comes first, as the beginning
still chases
All sleep taken hostage
—as new memories converse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
The farther your emotion gets away from your art,
the wider your canyon becomes
Creation echoing off a towering wall
—coming back as a silence unsung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Art must be transcendent
to justify itself
It must leave its creator
and go somewhere else
Directing itself onward
in a life of its own
Its form to become formless
—once heavenly known
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
There’s a sense
beyond five
A catalytic one
that ties
The five together
as one
In their mix
an explosion
An auspicious
moment
Allowing something
to remake
Allowing something
to become timeless
Allowing something
—to escape
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Aloneliness,
thickening fog
haze to look out of
safe in your bog
Aloneliness,
creating the space
for Laura to fill
her words to embrace
Aloneliness,
time and again
taking me places
love’s never been
Aloneliness,
message so clear
thundering wasteland
silence in tears
Aloneliness,
faithful in pain
ever so near
my eyes close again
Aloneliness,
most trusted friend
you that I count on
—there till the end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
How do you teach Poetics,
can all experience be forged
Maybe Emily will share her secret,
what did she explore
How can you convert a feeling,
into words beyond the main
How do they become a Poem
—without scars to mark the pain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Is the right proprietary,
is eloquence ordained?
Who gets to decide,
who gets the acclaim?
The writer of the lyric,
the critic who disdains?
Who gets to call it Poetry
—whose blood leaves a stain?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
An Anthology Of Perception 