The sharper the point,

  the deeper the wound

 

The shorter the verse

  —the truth at high-noon 

 

 (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Trapped in the meter,

a prisoner of rhyme

 

My spirit indicted,

destroyer of time

 

A minstrels disciple,

epistle in hand

 

The sound and the rhythm,

my souls contraband

 

New couplets my jailer,

their sentences terse

 

The key to their freedom,

locked deep in the verse

 

And serving in silence,

chalk marks on the wall

 

I listen intently,

for one voice to call

 

Awaiting its pardon,

this conviction will end

 

My words liberated

—to forever amend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

All virtue intended,

but darkness conspired

 

The moon bringing shadows,

the wind bringing liars

 

Our memories entrapped,

as time’s myth reigns again

 

From clouds that are hidden

—where thunder begins

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Perfection and honor,

concealed in the words

 

Shame and disloyalty,

rejected unheard

 

Deep in a poem,

truth’s fealty hides

 

Inhumanity cursed

—its verses defy

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Is morality an end point,

or a journey to begin

 

Are right and wrong just bookends placed,

or what then lies within

 

All Ethical persuasion,

to attain or just desire

 

Whose end result will never come

—enflamed without the fire

 

(Haverford Pennsylvania: July, 2019)

The Lies about tomorrow,

define all truth today

 

Deceived by joy and sorrow

—all promise gone astray

 

(Las Vegas Nevada- January, 2017)

A prisoner of devotion,

a Saint indentured pure

 

The light now holds him captive,

on knees bent to the floor

 

His silence for a jailer,
his sentence now unlocked

 

With handcuffs loose and falling

—their key from heaven bought

 

(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2017)

Can we ever know creation,

can we ever reach the source

 

Can knowledge of its power,

transcend this mortal course

 

Can we join in transformation,

as the old is new again

 

Is there really a salvation

—where the truth is freed of sin

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Today was all you

wanted

 

The past now fraught

with pain

 

The hurt was set,

you could not forget

 

What our love

could not rename

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

Crossing Montana for the first time…

everything was changed

 

My heart no longer my own

—my spirit there reclaimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)