“Violence broke out again last night

in Gotham…

 

“No arrests have been made”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Asking for support and not your agreement,

I looked into your eyes

 

Seeing rejection, a stare blank and cold,

all connection was untied

 

Words became hollow, our rose only thorns,

a new distance did we share

 

Alone while together, the ending in sight

—reality laid bare

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Has the future made a profit

by selling out your dreams

 

Marking up expectations,

closing out self esteem

 

Interest bearing hopes uncashed,

wishes in arrears

 

Creditors loom, the past foreclosed

—tomorrow paid in tears

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

If something isn’t true,

is it necessarily false

 

By the polarized abstraction,

are we blinded to recourse

 

In the either or equation

and the depths of zero sum

 

Is all meaning trapped forever

—inside this web we’ve spun

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Reaching down or

reaching up

 

Arms extended

—hearts to touch

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Revisiting oceans I’ve sailed before,

my eyes now finally see

 

Their currents deeper but softer felt,

all doldrums blowing free

As friends I greet them no longer strange,

once passing in the night

 

With anchors dropping inside my soul

—to harbor this delight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Hitchhiking along a highway

that runs inside my mind

 

Revisiting the roads I’d crossed

while skirting all the lines

 

My thumb held high and searching

for what eyes no longer see

 

Along this path that takes me home

—returning unto thee

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Being poor…

having no money

 

Conjoined,

yet not the same

 

Faith in the wind,

promises born

 

Wings free

—to be reclaimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Attack, attack…

leaving no room for fear

 

Charging ahead,

driving the past behind

 

Fate in a coma,

never really dead

 

Lying in wait

—for that final misstep

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

You can only live

in the time you’re given

 

The past and the future,

a false consorting

 

Looking inside and blinding

yourself

 

—to tomorrow and yesterday

 

The magic contained within

each fleeting moment

 

—until it’s gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)