Does trying to disprove
 what I believe
 make you feel better about what
 you don’t…

Is your insecurity
 crying out
 that maybe I feel something
 you won’t…

Does the depth of my commitment
 bother you so
 leaving you distant
 fearful and alone…

Like a branch that’s now broken
 swinging high in the tree
 one strong gust
  —and you’re fated to go

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

An army of lions…

led by a lamb

 

An army of sheep…

led by a lion

 

The fangs out in front

first bite is the deepest

 

A wound more than fatal

—destruction sublime

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)

 

The light in the window,

candle in the hall

 

The torch in the jungle

all beacons that call

 

That voice in the distance,

the one just next door

 

The whisper screams loudest,

when heard from afar

 

That flame that once beckoned,

the one that still shines

 

Those rays reconnected,

new vision sublime

 

To see it and hear it,

to know it once more

 

One spark yet to strike

—last blaze still to roar

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Whispers before me,

echoes behind

 

Voices portending,

words to remind

 

Sleepless imprisoned,

nights linger on

 

Shadows approaching

—memory gone

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

 

 

When you’re out of options

—it’s no time to make a choice

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

Twilight…

day surrendering

light into

submission,

taking a knee

before the night,

entrusting its

future

to a darkness

unknown,

waiting in the cold

—for dawn to return

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

I’ll rue the day,

 I can’t write angry

 

I’ll rue the day,

 not alone with myself

 

I’ll rue the day,

 the questions all answered

 

I’ll rue the day,

thoughts no longer felt

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

 

Through the bedroom window

in my Grandmother’s house,

shone three lights—far off and red

 

Vertically stacked,

representing the distance,

to a young boy fast in bed 

 

A distance that I

was born to travel,

my hopes as then conceived  

 

A distance that called my dreams

to wander

—whose voice would never leave 

 

(Dreamsleep- May, 2020)

 

Fear is a thief stealing into the future,

the past its lot to pawn

 

A larcenous demon that hides in the night,

from the gallant, intrepid—and strong

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

 

 

Every second, an infinity
happens
… in relativity!

(West Philadelphia: January, 1973)​