Weaver of dreams,

caretaker of the word

 

Orator of the heart

—steward of love

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Live hard,

 write easy

 

Footsteps vanishing

with the tide

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Always is a long, long time,

today is longer still

 

The beginning of what can never end,

consciousness distills

 

Tomorrow is the shortest time,

when looked at from today

 

And yesterday no time at all,

whose notion drifts away

 

Never is all time denied,

its twisted tongue proclaims

 

The ending to what can’t begin

mindfulness disdains

 

Here is where the treadways cross,

all roads found turning in

 

And now the moment pre-ordained

—transcendence waits within

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

The artist dies again and again,

but his art does not

 

Bringing new life to the ages,

turning his back on time

 

The artist cannot last,

but his genius can

 

 Living inside the spirit

—of what death denies

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 

Off in the distance,
he was whispering my name

What started as a rumor,
audible and plain

My parking meter empty,
the hour glass had run

What life only borrowed,
reclaimed—the devil’s son

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

It was the 3^rd day of the battle,

and thousands lay dying or dead

 

Lining the edge of the smoke and chaos,

the roses and daisies were spread

 

The screams in the night were ungodly,

 sounds of cannon fire ruling the day

 

With blue and grey bleeding side by side

—the flowers in joyous array

 

(Gettysburg Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Do you synthesize your anger,

do you cauterize the burn

 

Do you anesthetize the wonder,

as your dreams are drugged and scorned

 

Is your judgment tempered badly,

with emotion fiery hot

 

Is your vision colored madly,

by your choices—sold and bought

 

Does your music play reclusive,

do your words fall off the page

 

Does your ego feed that last excuse

—a mask you can’t explain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Are you hiding inside your writing,

making it impossible to see what you mean

 

Camouflaged words based on muddled intent,

to confound, confuse, or mislead

 

Is it cryptic or gibberish in nature,

your attempt to impress with your scheme

 

Are your words still unlived as you write them all down

—unpurposed and left unredeemed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

“Dying is a wild night

and a new road”

 

Then

 

Darkness is passion untamed

—on a highway to hell

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

What every man would like to say,

and every woman like to hear

 

What every moment would then embrace

—released to so endear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)