Don’t talk to me about form,
when the feeling isn’t there
Don’t talk to me about substance,
when experience is rare
Don’t talk to me about insight,
when reflection is ignored
Don’t blaspheme an epiphany
—in the presence of the Lord
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
I don’t like money
I like freedom
And in this new
Millennium
It’s hard to have one
—without the other
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Are your words predictable,
are the feelings staid
Is the truth rehashed,
the same pavers laid
Is your verse now tired,
its veneer worn thin
Whose mask barely hiding
—the emptiness within
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
The logic in morality,
lay hidden in the math
The danger in neutrality,
an unwillingness to act
The numbers tell the story,
as no Poet ever could
Their truth the final glory
—in values time withstood
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
My deal with the future…
my debt to the present
My deal with the present…
—my debt from the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
I look at the money,
asking—what’s it all mean
From the toys to the honey,
and the years in between
I look at the statements,
as my love takes a bow
Thanking God my abatement,
although late—came about
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Unchained from the structure,
enslaved by the words
My voice to the wind
—freeing silence unheard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Without religion,
where would we hide
What would be our reason,
could souls justify
What would excuse the killing,
cleaning deaths stain away
What would forgive tomorrow,
for the sins of today
Without preaching dogmatic,
what weight to our words
While unbaptized inside us
—awaits the true Lord
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Have our brains developed
because of our minds
Is it thought over matter,
free will to consign
Who gave us this power,
to till and to sow
All fruit thus comprised,
in our memory to know
A physicists nightmare,
their theories contrive
This question much bigger
than their formulas chide
Darwin’s evolution,
not passive but active
As change does occur,
whose affect we hold captive
Those traits we develop,
from forces unconscious
A pot that we stir,
as we ladle our promise
To wonder and hope,
to dream and to wish
Only human confined,
in our souls to subsist
These edicts we know,
from our spirits sublime
Our destinies chosen
—and fated divine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
May words be courageous,
with thoughts on fire
This pen as my shield,
to smite the ire
The darker the cave,
bigger demons to hide
With truth as my torch
—casting darkness aside
(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)
