Death to ethical morality…

 —the secularization of the truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Questioning forward,

answering back

 

Ideas move inward,

time has gone slack

 

This moment eternal,

reference hacked

 

The couplets on fire

—reason attacked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

When lost inside a world of dreams,

the Muse becomes my guide

 

The days and nights stand juxtaposed,

the sun and moon collide

 

And though my eyes desert me now,

the past and future blind

 

My parting wish is not to wake

—this sleep forever mine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

With words to seal my coffin shut,

I said my last goodbye

 

To journey down and re-reflect,

on what I said, and why

 

It’s quiet in my earthen grave,

no light to mark the time

 

My flesh to rot with bones exposed

—finality unrhymed

 

(Villanova University: January, 2020)

I bent my will into the wind,

a final last rebuttal

 

And felt it rage against my soul,

in anger that was total

 

I pressed again, and then again,

and waited for an answer

 

It blew back hard, and harder still,

its force a rabid dancer

 

One last time I pushed it back,

its vortex caving in

 

Whose fury split in breezes tamed

—my destiny within

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

 

 

A final remembrance,

stuck in the ground

an unspoken milepost,

lost to be found

 

Standing defiant,

with time as the judge

a marker abandoned

—memory begrudged

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

It’s all about being remembered,

a legacy deeper than blood

 

What death tries to steal, your words to reveal,

reborn

—on the wings of a dove

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Old souls know about money,

and run from it more than the rest

 

They’ve witnessed the toll it exacts,

they’ve witnessed the joy it rejects

 

An old soul lives on a shoestring,

tied to something that money can’t buy

 

An old soul is not bought so cheaply

—as that new soul that’s never flown high

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

 

 

A Poets gathering…

party of one

 

The darkness invited

—words zero sum

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

When you’ve been to the top of the mountain

—you can relive the view from afar

 

(Bear Tooth Pass: August, 2019)