Crawling across the desert,

Running through the wilderness,

Walking across the ice

 —searching for the truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

A Poetess schemes

A Poetess dreams

In the thick afterglow

Of what’s never to know

 

Her feelings unsure

Her words premature

Her voice still unnamed

 —her suitor unclaimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Escaping the prose…

I hid in the verse

 

My mind to compose,

instead of converse

 

Defying description,

I sang through the notes

 

And placed my inscriptions

in lyrical rote

 

I chose to hear music

over reasons again

 

To dine with the mystics,

where forever begins

 

And when forcing my pen

back to stories untold

 

The Muse starts to darken

—threatening Kobolds

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Immersed in dark matter,

it fights not to hide

 

A target blood red,

and covered in lies

 

It cries out for justice,

it cries out in pain

 

Until an arrow strikes deeply,

truth firmly ingrained

 

Its point bringing light,

its shaft driving home

 

A message of hope,

into falsehood atoned

 

And deep in your memory,

a last orphan screams

 

Renamed in the vengeance

 —rebirthed in this dream

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

If God and Heaven don’t exist,

  their facade is fine with me

 

The simulation of a thought so pure,

will satisfy my needs

 

So take your theories and quantum math

painted corners left to dwell

 

I choose the beauty of a life divine

disproven—not dispelled

 

(St. Thomas of Villanova Chapel: June, 2019)

 

A Prince of Life,

A Prince of Death,

two courts for him to flee

 

One horse disappears under a

ransomed moon,

a drawbridge now unseen

 

Eyes close tight

and turn within,

all royalty disowned

 

As the King calls once

and the Queen calls twice

—the Jester on the throne

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Days and nights,

all yes and no

  —indecision in my dreams

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

Going from the past to the future

Is a theoretical abstract

There’s no timeless reason we can’t go

From the future to the past

Our perception trapped in entropy

Keeps the order one direction

Our search for meaning stacked upon

—a theory not to last

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Is the Poetry in the thinking

or the writing

 

Is the message in the reading

or the hearing

 

Is the feeling trapped between

what’s spoken and the silence

 

Is the spirit released as answers flee

—from questions yet to ask

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

Age now walks beside me,

a reminder of the past

 

Not a shadow or a mirror,

but a debt come due at last

 

Each step it locks in cadence,

my denial zero sum

 

A reckoning before me

—and nowhere left to run

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June 20, 2019)