Was the ending

 self-fulfilling

 

Hopes and wishes

 by the score

 

Did you live to dream

 or dream to live

 

Of a life

 —that’s something more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

The gravity of freedom,

 the weight of space and time

 

Above the calculated noise,

 the wisdom of the Mime

 

Truth reveals a vacuum,

  where silence waits to live

 

As words describe what minds can’t see

 —and imagery forgives

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

One letter that follows,

 if added will deem

 

To separate the real 

  from what’s referenced or schemed

 

“Honor from honors,

  Love from loves

 

“Truth from truth’s,

  and Self from selves

 

“God from gods,

  Time from times

 

“Vision from visions,

   and Life from lives”

 

The singular, the plural

 what is, what is not

 

One small trailing letter

 —true meaning leaves off

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Lakota Sioux Elder

 once prophetically said…

 

 “We will be known forever

   by the tracks we leave behind”

 

That wisdom now marking

 a trail of tears

   —any hope still yet to find

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

There are stages you run to,

  and from stages to hide

 

The performance of a lifetime,

  or the shame that will chide

 

There are actors in character,

   and stand-ins on loan

 

One change in direction

  —and all meaning has flown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Parents,

 hover over their children

 

Adults,

 smothering their young

 

Choices curtailed,

 freedom spoon fed

 

Gallows

 —for youth to be hung

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

The history of time

  a moments expanse

 

All memory set free

 —the present entranced

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

In the Song Of The Muses,

  the Prince heard his Queen

 

Now locked in a convent,

  her beauty unseen

 

The tower lay distant,

  its ramparts on guard

 

Just one point of entry

  a hero’s reward

 

The mist in the valley

  its prison to free

 

Through clouds in the distance

  her pleadings, her screams

 

Two miles before him

   all love waits abed 

 

The future unfolding

  —his destiny wed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

 

 

The Siren of fate

 lures you onto the rocks

 

Her beauty enticing

 while masking what’s not

 

A shipwreck of horrors

 that’s not what it seems

 

Luring you onward

 away from your dreams

 

A phantom discovery

 a fool’s masquerade

 

Its promising temptress

  an ill mannered charade

 

And once you discover

 your mortality is near

 

You flail and you panic

 while sinking in fear

 

The distance you’ve traveled

 at a liars demand

 

Weighs heavy as you manage

 one last spoken command

 

Shouting out to your comrades

  to stay where they are

 

Searching only within

 —for that beckoning star

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

 

 

The night is a den

 of mixed horrors

 

A trap

 where you sleep with the dead

 

Any light

 that’s remiss or left vacant

 

A pathway

 —to gravestones unread

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)