No time set aside

The words reformed

Again at their own pace

No place to reside

They’re written down

On a napkin or empty space

When I try to hide

They find me sure

In mountain or in plain

As new moments chide

The past adieu

  —and thunder turns to rain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

New blood will flow

  and breath exhale

   —as my steps go far and wide

With verse out front

  to lead the way

   —to that promised other side

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Café poseurs,

 internet losers

Reflections through

 the shallow glass

Virtual wishing,

 dot.com remissing

Clicks and bytes

 as the world goes past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

The Sage brought me to the Muse,

 when I was but sixteen

Her face familiar, her words estranged,

 my fate caught in-between

As years went on she whispered

 and oft times took the lead

To guide my wishes past my fear

  —old wounds there left to bleed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

Working at looking studious,

  the academic went his way

Pontificating what he didn’t know,

  his students bowed and swayed

Reading only what was duly sworn

  writing safe, within the shelf

To himself was he now smitten blind

   —an intellectual elf

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Words rushed through my head

  clearing cobwebs away

All letters on edge

  cutting doors as they played

From one room to the other,

  they matched up and danced

And from basement to attic,

  my mind was enhanced

Without reason, beyond memory,

  they sharpened my feel

Until alone they then left me

  —to confess and reveal

(Train-Penn Station NYC: March, 2015)

Run away from the what

  let the how lead the way

Keep the questions before you

  and the answers at bay

Deem your motion perpetual

  with all stops left behind

As those presents unwrapped

  open up in your mind

May the wind rise to greet you

  and your sun never set

On those places now virgin

  and a lover unmet

May the wisdom of sages

  be your rallying cry

As you course through the ages

  —forever wondering why

(Train-New Haven: March, 2015)

To see any clearer

  I drifted away

From your

   lies

From your

  madness

From your paperless

  tray

The word forest

   called

For my pen to break

  free

From the blurred

  introspection

Hovering close to your

  tree

When my vision

  unclouded

A bigger picture

  appeared

In whose distance

  I found

What your emptiness

  feared

(Train In Massachusetts: March, 2015)

Does music have a language,

 does feeling have a name

Is love the sole survivor

 that calls beyond the grave

Do excuses have a reason

 for the falsehoods that they spew

Does honor have a season

 to restore the faith you knew

Do all mothers have a father

 or just sons to tell their tale

Do all preachers write their sermons

 to rehash what God curtails

Are the words then just a token

 when cast out from the heart

Is judgment left unspoken

 with belief cut up in parts

Is direction now forbidden

 and all meaning thusly doomed

Is laughter all but hidden

 with its smile partly groomed

Is today beyond tomorrow

 and why replaced with how

Do the questions feign an answer

 indecision—your last vow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

Each verbal success

  leads to higher new ground

Where the words beck and call

  with a heavenly sound

The trail to my future

   fades into my past

As the gift they inspire

  —my present to last

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)