I loved her,

  for as long as I liked her

 

But when I stopped liking her

  —the loving stopped

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Married to introspection,

  we left for Paris

 

And with fools and dilettantes,

  got carried away

 

Living on melancholy,

  our quarter was poor

 

The Seine’s romance but fiction

   —our fantasies played

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Sleeping with Laura

  and not making love

 

Lost in her aura

  and thoughts from above

 

Sleeping with Laura

  virginity chaste

 

A feeling impregnates

  —the blame heaven laced

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

High caliber verse,

  the cartridge hand loaded

 

A new target centered,

  all focus then squared

 

Its barrel’s been filled

  with red molten fury

 

Whose trigger awaits

  —a desperate will

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

The Self, Free Will, and Love…

 today’s three illusions of life

 

Without just one our lives negate,

 a charlatan’s delight

 

For the Self to Love most Freely,

 this Holy Trinity must preside

 

What Plato ordained and Kant reframed

 —modern thought tries most to hide

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) 

Is freedom a mere habit

 or by will prescribed

 

Are our actions predetermined

 or self applied

 

Is consciousness a desert

 or paradise unclaimed

 

Each thought an oasis

 —watering truth’s refrain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Never writing for the unholy dollar,

 but that kid in a hundred years

 

When the world has irrevocably changed,

 and lies are all one hears

 

If he could happen to chance upon my words,

 just once while searching blind

 

Then my humble verse would breathe new life

 —within his ears to find

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Divorcing the Muse,

 her property demands were high

 

The alimony my insight,

 leaving me speechless, high and dry

 

Once the papers were signed,

  it was the last I was to write

 

Visitation denied

  —monthly support payments in light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)  

Can you ever really lose

 what you’ve never really had

 

Can you ever be good

 if you’ve never been bad

 

Can you ever pose a question

 that’s never been asked

 

Can the answer prove elusive

 when the future is past

 

Can the moments live on frozen

 if only in your heart

 

Can the love you give unspoken

 shout the loudest unremarked

 

Can you ever really finish

 what was never yours to start

 

Can your light shine on eternal

 —without passing through the dark

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

     ‘From The Book Of Prayers’

 

 

 

The touchstones of existence…

 how many have you known

 

A common rock, a baby’s kiss,

 a dog to walk you home

 

Can one then trump the other,

 with importance or with worth

 

Can a seaside villa or Renoir painting,

 outshine a child’s birth

 

The physicists solution, quantifying

 parts and sums

 

Can all the gold inside Fort Knox,

 rebuy what Mozart’s done

 

What seems to me important,

 is to touch as many as you can

 

And let the truth reveal itself

  —your soul to then befriend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)