From life’s final dissertation,
logic must be barred
A blueprint of our limitations,
its legions burned and scarred
In that last final closing moment,
transcendence kindled bright
The strictures of its failed excuse
—left victim to the night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
The deeper the words
formed
The meaner they
became
‘now free and alive
and stirred from the bottom
‘once buried and denied
in moments of pain’
Taking on new life,
they glare and they scowl
Staring back from the mirror
—a damning refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Is God a deficiency in
our character or makeup
Do we fill in the vacuum with
almighty tales of beyond
Is the salvation we yearn for
there buried deep inside us
Do our sermons lay unwritten
—last devotional unsung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Wringing feelings
Like a sponge…
The words dripped down
My lips
Onto the page
—staining my soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Poetry…
Conduit
Of the truth
Speaker
Of the almighty
Silence
Last synapse
Of a feeling
Lost
Nerve ending
Of a forgotten
Dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Becoming totally involved
—keeping your opinions to yourself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
The minimum standard defining a man
—taking care of his family
The minimum standard defining a woman
—taking care of her man
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Forever rented,
never owned
The moment leased
—the future loaned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Money…
an ungrateful heir
Disowning all memory
—with your ashes still warm
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
The older I get,
the louder the Muse does parade
The shorter the moment,
the deeper her message invades
The older I get,
distant voices wither and fade
With death on the fringe
—all focus recentered and staged
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
An Anthology Of Perception 