Can you imagine something
beyond your conception
Can the truth hide from view
exposed in plain sight
Can you forget to remember
or remember to forget
Is all darkness misleading
—the safe harbor of light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Can you imagine something
beyond your conception
Can the truth hide from view
exposed in plain sight
Can you forget to remember
or remember to forget
Is all darkness misleading
—the safe harbor of light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
My mind is a garden
whose plants have grown tall
Their season end harvest
awaiting the call
Ideas and feelings
cross over in rows
The laughter of children
to lead where they go
My thoughts now a storeroom
the food all put up
Its sustenance waiting
for time to erupt
The answers gone fallow
inside of my head
All questions reseeded
—and pointing ahead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
All worth free of sanction
its value beyond time
Our oath most revealing
a memory divine
The Bard more prophetic…
“To Thine Own Self Be True”
One meaning transcendent
—that gift unto you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The moment…
something other than time
A consonant failure,
its freedom in rhyme
Happening once,
as it happens again
Beyond every measure
—without and within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
You mortgage the future
with the currency of time
To buy out your fate
with more meter and rhyme
But one look through the darkness
past devil and saint
Explodes your true oneness
—the moment ordained
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Surrendering to love
—an imprisonment of joy!
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Can time survive in purer form
devoid of reference
future—past
Can the present become
a bible
for every sage
Like a black hole
compressing within itself
imploding front to back
Its enigma leads
to an eternity dark
—lost candle to the flame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Do you have to do something
you loathe or then hate
To finance the thing
that you love
Do you plod to a tune
out of step and off key
To dance freely with
that from above
Do the moments you steal
and those stolen from you
Stand opposed or conjoined
at the hip
Are those times rare and precious
to freely aspire
Worth a life lived divided
—and split
(Train from White River Junction: March, 2016)
We do no favors,
labeling genius
We do no favors,
channeling the light
We do no favors,
defining perfection
We do no favors
—questioning delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Hope trumped last…
a prisoner of death
A final capitulation
—devil’s ransom beset
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)