Free verse…

  a forest without a path

    —a direction without an end

 

(St. Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

The logic of life…

  illogically pure

 

In search of itself,

  last problem to cure

 

Synapses relapse,

  science reclaims

 

The form with the formula,

  washed down the drain

 

Structural weakness,

  obsolescence defined

 

The clocks after midnight,

  forever to chime

 

With finality’s ink,

  used falsely to stamp

 

The rug underneath us,

  pulled out in a rant

 

Our nature found larcenous,

  truth we must steal

 

To claim for ourselves,

  what our lies deem as real

 

While eternity listens

  to this comedy play out

 

The light calling us inward

  —past reason and doubt

 

(Strafford Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Money, divorced from fame

Divorced from talent

Divorced from blame

 

Feelings, divorced from logic

Divorced from judgment

Divorced from pain

 

Words, divorced from reasons

Divorced from praise

Divorced from gain

 

Divorced from the moment

Divorced from the instant

Time—divorced again

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)  

 

 

 

 

An emotional garden…

  thoughts sprout and grow

 

Their roots deeply planted,

  all seedlings to sow

 

New seasons come early

  their harvesting late

 

Perennial feelings

  —new words to await

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

Laboring in obscurity…

  my pen a vagabond

 

Hitchhiking through my consciousness,

  my thumbprint worn and gone

 

Wishing past the hoping,

  spitting into the wind

 

All roads end in the desert

  —darkness my best friend

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

A gift or obligation,

  the Poet signed his name

 

A promise wrapped in silence,

  decision masked by pain

 

One choice among the many,

  within salvation lies

 

The victors lay unspoiled

  —with truth to live or die

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2019)

Until you escape your own cognition,
you’re a prisoner of your mind

Your spirit waiting to lift you free,
dialectic far behind

Until you can leave all reasoning trapped,
and let your thoughts go free

You’ll never be able to self implode
—as you were meant to be

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

A sweetness comes with age,

  like fruit that’s finally ripe

 

A Poet then a Sage,

  on this journey into night

 

A wish distilled from all regret,

  its seeds to be resown

 

A sweetness comes with age

  —that buried youth will never know

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

Are you ready for forgiveness,

  has that time finally come

 

You’ve done everything else in life,

  holding back on just that one

 

Is it time to say “I’m sorry,”

  for the hurt and pain you’ve caused

 

Is it time to shed false glory,

  and end this dreadful pause

 

Is it time to try and reconnect,

  with those loved ones that you left

 

Is it time your pride no longer hides,

  behind the grandest theft

 

Are the tears then real for what’s gone by,

  to which river do they flow

 

Has the time now come to stem the tide

  —and let your feelings show

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)

Living on the surface,

  dinner’s always served at eight

 

Living on the surface,

  pride forever casts your fate

 

Living on the surface,

  things always seem just fine

 

Living on the surface,

  plays an endless pantomime

 

Living on the surface,

  the church contains your soul

 

Living on the surface,

  your religion swallowed whole

 

Living on the surface,

  things never change that much

 

Living on the surface,

  you can only look, not touch

 

Living on the surface,

  the wheel only spins one way

 

Living on the surface,

  each spoke a mortgage pays

 

Living on the surface,

  love professes in a vow

 

Living on the surface,

  real commitment not allowed

 

Living on the surface,

  new doors stay locked and shut

 

Living on the surface,

  your reentry self-destructs

 

Living on the surface,

  your reflection flat and clean

 

While just below the surface

  —beats the heart of what things mean

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)