My cup runneth over,
your chalice half full
The emptiness suspect,
both murky and dull
It shines on the outside,
jewels christened with fire
But to drink from that potion
—forever a liar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
My cup runneth over,
your chalice half full
The emptiness suspect,
both murky and dull
It shines on the outside,
jewels christened with fire
But to drink from that potion
—forever a liar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
The Russians have taught me
that nothing has changed
Instead of Nazis and Fascists,
we have terrorists to blame
Whether Turgenev or Chekhov,
Tolstoy or Marx
When our nature’s in play
—much of life remains dark
(Wayne Pa.-Minella’s Diner: June, 2016)
Stop trying to be a poet,
and say what you feel
Kill off the dilettante,
both hands on the wheel
In front of the mirror,
we all wear a crown
Will your verses be written
—by a sage or a clown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Seeing better from a distance,
than you ever could up close
The memories play like children,
in voices that you spoke
The truth is where you find it,
every season, every turn
Where space becomes entitled
—your soul to file or to burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Knowing,
not repeating
The weakness
of all refrain
A first cut,
true and deepest
Once healed
—its scar remains
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
In my heart I knew little of
the world and all its parts
As I drifted idle and wandered blind,
through constant fits and starts
My mind reached out beyond its grasp,
with the questions close behind
As time unfolded upon itself
—each moment to define
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Colors overtake me one by one,
as they fuse within my mind
To paint their ancient messages,
prismatic and sublime
The past is but enigma,
tomorrow still a dream
This moment’s image all that lasts
—in constancy redeemed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
What is the difference
between a fact and the truth
One limited in time,
the other free and unproved
Language and formula,
the great deceivers abound
As the light burns inside us
—our hearts to impound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
When love commands
—there’s precious time left to serve truth
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Today’s gone wild,
killers on the fringe
A life to take, its fate to make,
tomorrow—death’s revenge
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)