Your say download

I say upload

Diametrically opposed

 

I look up

While you look down

The truth now juxtaposed

 

I step forward

You step back

Our choices thusly shown

 

I remember

You forget

  —the difference mine to know

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is it a memory that pushes

  the future away

 

As wishes embody our souls

 

Is it a promise that opens

  and closes our hearts

 

All hope to then console

 

Is it a longing that reigns

  over friendship now lost

 

Of times once sorely blest

 

Is it the searching for love

  and the choice to believe

 

The stars at our behest

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

I don’t write sonnets,

 or limerick verse

 

I don’t write haiku,

 though often terse

 

I don’t write ballads,

 or Horatian odes

 

I don’t write parables,

 to self-implode

 

But I do write in rhythm,

 and often in rhyme

 

With meaning that’s buried,

 and metered in time

 

All verbal indenture,

 I must disavow

 

For the meaning to rise

 —when the fates do allow

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Be wary of that trap once set

  —for yourself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Borrow from a liar

  —but steal from the truth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

She stole your heart

  without asking

    —leaving only a dream to chase

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Poetry often answers

  —a question never asked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Existential—transcendent,

  my words free to leave

 

Though rooted inside me,

  their seeds He conceived

 

They shape and they fashion,

  a will of their own

 

Each moment unfastened,

  a prison disowned

 

Existential—transcendent

 they come and they go

 

In dreams they lie fallow

  my garden to hoe

 

I live in the knowledge,

  past matter and time

 

These words my salvation

  —emergence sublime

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

 

 

Through the eye of the needle

Not to the left or the right

Dodging both on the comets tail

 

I streak into the light

My last wish out in front

As words melt in a fiery contrail

 

And with only one question

To weaken my heart

With only one thing to know

 

The seasons entwine

All beanstalks are felled

With the exit signs all aglow

 

I crash through the doubt

Releasing new hope

My affirmation now to reign

 

And look ever further

Beyond my scope

As my senses become untrained

 

I feel the loose pieces

Start to come off

A new lightness now abounds

 

The last burden has lifted

Burning bright in my wake

Crossing over—turned around

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)

Living without the need

  for either love or hate

And immune to the emptiness

  of which so many talk

 

I marvel at the effects

  they both instill and extract

As my mind understands in concept

  —what my heart denies

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)